![]() |
Butterfly Document (2009)
Introduction (Commentary) "Before get started, just want to say that this was created around the time I was withdrawn in college. Practically an outlet et an observation. Whenever the analytical mind wanders amongst mindless states the creative production remains stable within script. So, with this, I decided to post each individual report. Keep in mind they lack date. All that can prosper is the year.. Hope that you enjoy this little read of random/rambling thoughts. They were just artistic fire during time of genuine focus. Apologize if they may be misleading or distorting. If you have any questions or comments -Post below & I'll sure reply when my time is available. Thanks Sew Much!" -Kitten Butterfly Document (2009) Mind is lost upon memories, which makes fears - although mind wanders into ecstacy to thoughts that brings biss as heart gasps breathless (nineteenth solistice) Beautiful Bliss Uncover these hands that shakes timid against warmth grasps each breath held softly fearful of the shuttering muffled fast pace worlds surrounding mentality wandering between pushed down emotions. Heart contains rhythm that flutters for you. Where it wanders maybe true, where it follows might find you. Hands Hands, keeping unsteady whimsical spirits whispering demonic demise of mischief by the fey. Carried away into moments past, lapsing judgment into creaure of habit. One day, another day, lingering, wishful thoughts. Never steady, buh still. Wandering Mentality Comith soon, dearest - Dreaming, simply.. These days passing in between the motion, has grief, has wilt desire, has timid misfortune burning, hasn't comith soon, darling love me dreaming, as simplist focus beauty into slumberous, formative analyze theories flown, driven disaster upon another, against wall frames, leading into spiritual unit, then discharge, et put away.. (always wishful thinking, respectfully withdrawn) Moments Passing Why become so unhappy whenever the systematic tendencies withdrawal into rebirth? Seems likely that the life within another is the bliss becoming stronger towards passing kept close - are easily detached. Every morning leaving without much regret, otherthan thee fusions brought from such entitled extremes. Could one ever take against the childish becoming woman? Where ever they lie tonight is now worrisome, move the disposition within cold bedsheets made up somewhat perfectly awaiting comfortable four hours of restless sleep. Then again where did my spare key come off? Raw Scrap Junk Disposition of lines within compulsions. Don't dream beyond the mindless without the blessing in disguise. You can non longer hope that everything will fall down for you. Never forsake the judgment of will. Keep forward with the steel against your back, walk towards the sunrise. Prevail nothing, as far as just charm. Keep forward, as if nothing before made the difference. Walking against these memories, hard to tell where you've been. Movement within theories are mindless options twirling fact to cause understand. Lose of this can cause chaos. Sweet Essence Please make me remember. Take the memories behind me et never let me forsake. Everything I am now shall redeem non where when - then end come, will we have nothing? Slipping into memories - nothing whence grace ourselves can be brilliant, retaining information. Just Leaving Telling breathless whispers in the moments passing. Nothing could bring them closer. This kiss, this bliss, this mind, this body, nevermind this soul. Take, give, recieve. Let go! Neverending stepping forward toward the door heated with passion. Can't give negative response without negative fetish followed. Take the throat et moan in return. You can never escape this ecstacy et why would you? Morning after the pill has worn off et her face is dripping with sweat. The soft beating breast drifts away in dream. Fully away towards what has happened, non wanting to scare this bystander, immediate relief comes ones way in this ultimate drift. Apart from humanity or good nature, what does this moment bring? The willful battle amongst all insane. Let them thrive in pity et cry the nights alone. Wanting more et more every self destructive chaos. Her breath was that chaos wanting to be trapped in the glass jar where hidden hearts embrace this soulless reaction. Take it! Sleeping in the mindless, What will be noticed? Kissing the cheek comes heavy sighs et turn away made thoughts provoke somewhat stable. Believe In Dreams Dreams are the blessing of future to present withdrawn into past existence amongst fears et regrets, aspirations et motivations. Never forget where we've remained to continue in movement to stride forward et ahead, without leaping backwards et falling behind. Love to be/come - Never slip behind.. Whisper Secrets of Bliss Love you with every breath fears your grasp tightly strung around this throat leaning amongst memories can't be helped, buh carry away with the mindless yet solumn the thoughts in something true.. Want to take you away for moments we share to run towards something felt in honest emotions shared without intoxication. Every leap tangled between, heart speeds, certain of what feelings for you always et forth most. Promise me someday you'll never hurt this mentality. Give you this world. Give you this soul within every breath to feel amongst anything beyond regret. |
I often find myself doing something similar to this, jotting down short bits of entertaining prose whenever the fancy strikes me. That being said, while I understand the sentiments behind most of these pieces, the wording is a tad odd in most cases, to say the least. Are you a native speaker?
|
| All times are GMT. The time now is 12:41 PM. |