My Butterfly Compass

@damoambrose

My brain is divided into three compartments. The most secure area stores the memory of your face. Above all things, I keep that safe. A room with a sliding door Holds all the cute things you say.

@sea

Butterfly

In English class we had to create a persona poem and then perform it. This was mine. I began in my cocoon, beside many others. My mother was naïve, a hopeless romantic at heart.

@mulishwhim

Their voices join in perfect chorus Smiles perfect, flawless skin Sad, sad eyes and fast, neat moves My home, my home in your voice.

@salettesiao

No more No more and no more to be heard The sound of your voice echoing , Your muffled laughter telling secrets undisclosed Yet how deep Beneath still dark waters They are truth They are words...

@Fly10

How I Feel

And how do you feel now. Do I fill your mind every minute Still. Do you seek out a face in the crowd the same.

@ashhkat

Reflections of Passion

Laying in fields. The grass swaying to your heartbeat. Pushing the world back. Using your own personal shield. Darling I can feel you here. This was our escape.

@sarahgamal

Take Me Back

Take my hand. Take me back to our magical land. Take my hand. Take me back to the softest sand. I miss being there. With nothing to wear. Where sadness is rare. And love is our mayor.

@eliza

Storm Bird

Have you ever been a storm bird. A high flyer, too high to catch. A low blower, A razer to the ground. I have been a storm bird. Delight in my lightning Cower at my thunder.