I Become

I present my own behalf
not anyone, even love
Leave me my name above the array
mirage, I carved and painted
heart wall
toilet walls and desolate wilderness
I want to be a knight
who will sing the song without language
no injurieseven romance
have thrown away my cowardice
with twigand scattered old
sanitary napkin boxes
and II will beand myself
no more!

Being a Butterfly

I am a butterfly 
Perched on the petals of a beautiful 
Occasional plunges me 
Sweet cider into a second

I often fail to carry out 
Message of love actually

Love that grows at the end of this season 
Helped changed with boredom 
And I became a butterfly 
Perched on the petals of a beautiful

Butterfly

: At the end of this season

Poetry fragile butterflies on sticks
In the vast expanse of desert
Petal wilting in the rest of the day
At the end of this season
No more tears remains
All overdo dry
Flows throughout the season last

God knows how many have
Broken hearts in the gallery garden
God knows how many are lost
Ingested poisonous poetry

And, poems butterfly
Stay echoed
Tip of this season

First Dream

It is hoped available this could become the house for all people. I only wanted to express myself and to as best I can be grateful with what has the Lord bestowed... it is hoped was useful for myself especially and to all that visited to blog this generally... thank you