.barefeet.

.bare feet.

as i was strolling down the street,
i peeped a woman with bare feet.

looking for some friends to meet,
left foot then ..right foot touched concrete.

she wore a long hippie skirt
and some flowers in her hair.

but my eyes were fixated on her feet..
to which continued to meet the ground bare.

was a beautiful sight,
never seen anything like it.

choosing to be come one with nature
it didn't appear to seem that she minded.

walking down the busy college boulevard
she smiled and waved about.

with her positive presence,
most people could only point or shout.

she didn't shy away or hide from those she'd meet,
the fact that she was walking the street by choice with bare feet.

©Butteryevil2013

.the still.

to:Ms. Kimberlynne

.the still.

i'm a city girl living for the city thrill.
partying, laughing, and ability to be really chill.
travelled to a place to meet a man.
spur of the moment with years ahead planned.
in a quiet colorless room we lay in a colorless bed.
not one picture in sight
too may thoughts and emotions buzzing through my head.

it was silent, it was still.

couldn't quiet my mind's noise, too real.
it was quiet, could hear a pin drop.
the best students are those who listen.
the best teachers are those who are students.
quiet your brains roaring thoughts.

seek the quiet.
crave the still.

dwell in the silent.
be quiet.

in the still.

shh.
listen.
silence.

still.

©Butteryevil2013

.tears.

.tears.

burn
from inside
to the core
want to hide
hate the pain
feel the rain
burn
hate the pain
here comes the storm
then all that is left is tears
tears

©Butteryevil2013

.taking.flight.

.taking flight.

flying dreams.
flying nightmares.
i'm not afraid to take flights.
i'm not afraid of heights.
i'm afraid of falling.
i'm afraid of failing.
holding to the balloons tightly,
i lift off!
scared of the path i will end up on,
i hand away some of them.
my feet reconnect with the ground.
waking up with wrists aching,
tightened grip..
extended passed dreams it seems.
i'm not afraid of heights.
i'm afraid of falling.
i'm not afraid to take flights.
flying nightmares.
flying dreams.

©Butteryevil2013

.the.point.

The Point

So...what would be the point?

You know..of all the shyt that you do?

You should know after all these years..

I can see right through you.

The smile, the talk, and even the way you do your hair

I know everything there is to know about the person under there.

This facade that you put up.

You are only hiding from yourself.

Just pretending to be who you aren't.

So someone will say "she so fresh ta def!"

Can you be a likeable person,

Without coming off so fake?

Although it would be greatly appreciated,

The choice is yours to make.

If not for yourself, can you change for me?

You make my heart hurt,

Just by how you chose to be.

I can not change you.

I can only ask that you think before you speak.

Why do I ask?

Because..dear mama, this isn't how you taught ME to be.

butteryevil2005

.fallen.angel.

Fallen Angel
Parted by death’s grip,
Unprocessed inner burning
Finally kissed frozen lips.

©Butteryevil2005

.the.unemotional.man.

The Unemotional Man
Expressionless face,
Angered whispers seep within
The well that runs dry.

©Butteryevil2005

.the.girl.

The Girl
Unmoved yet untouched,
In the same spot where she’d been
A misplaced tear drop.

©Butteryevil2005