Flowers and Butterflies

Flowers and Butterflies

A Poem by Nobody.

Flowers and Butterflies

 

Flowers spit teargas,

Butterflies have teeth,

I watch your blue skies from beneath bloodshot eyes.

I’ve torn up my hall pass

And eaten my grief.

I catch your new lies from beneath dead surprise.

 

Your rhymes have betrayed me,

Your feet smell of rot,

I saw the damn rose, but I plugged up my nose.

Your dullness won’t fade me,

I’m burning white-hot:

A kink in the hose through which bullshit flows.

 

I’m a simple puddle-duck,

Dodging the cheesy trucks,

Trying to run me down,

Make me feel like a clown.

 

I watch the make-up dry,

I watch the soldiers die,

I won’t be bought and sold

Until I’m dead and cold.

 

Sunshine is toxic,

Puppies have rabies.

I watch your sunsets from behind inch-thick shades.

Perfume is noxious,

Normalcy’s crazy.

I count your bad bets and watch for the blade.

 

Your poetry’s broken,

The shards are all scattered,

I hide from the shrapnel in my chapel of doom.

The pain goes unspoken,

Not that it matters.

We’ll splatter-paint white walls with bloody oil plumes.

© 2011 Nobody.


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I'll remember this when I bring the cannisters of Anthrax to your house to bomb unsuspecting jungle cats.
Up is down, black is white, what carries endearing qualities also carries a pain that overwhlems said beauty.

Swing and a hit///long drive down the right field line..and that ball..is..

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Hmmmm.... dare I say I know exactly where you're coming from... and who you're aiming at.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'll remember this when I bring the cannisters of Anthrax to your house to bomb unsuspecting jungle cats.
Up is down, black is white, what carries endearing qualities also carries a pain that overwhlems said beauty.

Swing and a hit///long drive down the right field line..and that ball..is..

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

butterflies...flowers and rhymes???? *holds hand to forehead* nope, no fever, but there is definitely something wrong with you! LOL. Great poem...a battle cry for sure!

cute and fluffy meets R.G. and gets a black eye.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love it! Can't quite believe you did it, but you did so with that fantastic darkness I love about you.
"Flowers spit teargas,

Butterflies have teeth"
That opening's brilliant! Twisting all the cute and adorables into something fitting of your broken and tortured world.

A great battle cry too =D

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem is favorited. Your rhyming ability suffers not from a lack of agility.



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ouch.........I was in two minds reading this if it was a war, or a broken heart.......but is a broken hear not war and war a broken heart........I loved the contradictions, the way you play with words, and the visions you create, puppies with rabies.......excellent writing, with a hard hitting thought that I need to work on!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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