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Butterfly

January 24, 2021February 15, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

I’m dreaming of a butterfly,

Pure white.

And all it desires is freedom,

Carved deep in its soul.

So why should we lock them in a cage,

And think we need to fix their broken wings?

Behind my curtains

May 15, 2018March 4, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Green person is standing by their window, pulling the black curtains to the side. They have long, blue hair and a pink, flowy top.

How does it feel to know

That the sun will rise again

Tomorrow, it’ll be there

And maybe the day after

When maybe I won’t wake to see

The light through the curtains

Just maybe, I don’t want to wake to see,

That sun behind my curtains

Never be the same

October 18, 2017July 25, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Green person has both hands spread across the middle of their chest. They are wearing a pink turtleneck jumper.

It’s strange to think

Just the sound of your voice

Or the mention of your name

The colour of your shirt

And the way you say my name

Can put my world on hold,

It’ll never be the same

Fleeting

March 11, 2017July 25, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Yellow person is leaning their chin on their both of their hands. They have short, green hair and is wearing a pink top.

You ask why the sun rises every morning,

And why rain falls after a long day.

You ask why the leaves have to fall in autumn,

And the flowers bloom in spring.

I’ll tell you, it is to remind us of the passage of time.

Then one day I’ll ask,

That even so, even with the fragility and impermanence of life,

Why do human feelings,

Have to be so fleeting?

For you and me

February 17, 2017July 25, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pair of pink hands curled into a whimsical pose.

There’s a blue sea out there for you and me.

There are cold crashing waves and warm soothing shores,

Out there for you and me.

The cry of morning seagulls, and the howling of the bittersweet wind,

Comes the calm after the storm,

For you and me.

There will be many more seas and many more waves,

Many more moments just waiting and just hesitating,

So won’t you give me an excuse,

For you and me?

The human face

September 6, 2016July 5, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A blue face showing with one hand held against the chin. Their nails are painted neon pink, green and yellow.

There is something about the human face.

Something about microexpressions and small cues,

Of sharp changes and subtle remarks.

There is something so gravitating,

How easily a face changes,

Slow curves and dips formed over time.

There is something that I cannot describe,

Where eyes follow and stare,

And remains captivating even after all this time.

That song

September 2, 2016July 5, 2022 buildpoetry1 Comment

Two pink hands curled in a whimsical fashion, with neon green nails.

Can you hear that song far, far away?

The words that flow smoother than the deepest ocean

Glitters like jewels far, far away.

Can you hear that song in my heart?

The sounds that are more sincere than my shaking voice,

A rhythm beneath our fingertips.

Words that form ripples

Embracing the shores,

That song, far, far away.

Beautiful sea

August 30, 2016July 5, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pair of yellow hands holding out in an offering, with their nails painted neon green.

Oh beautiful sea,

You move at ease, so free.

Deep and boding,

Could you accept this plea?

Wondrous sea,

You who will remain even when I’m gone,

Lonely and fond,

Can you hear me?

My sea.

Blue

August 30, 2016July 25, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pink hand is held out limply whilst another pink hand is grasping onto its wrist. Their nails are painted neon green.

Today the sky is blue.

The trees grow lush,

And the flowers have bloomed.

It’s so beautiful, so blue

So I can’t help, but think of you.

Summer rain

June 13, 2016July 25, 2022 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A yellow hand grabs onto the palms of the other yellow hand, as their fingers curls. Their nails are painted neon green.

And the summer rain that falls,

Falls softly on your face.

And it falls, falls and falls

Onto your fingertips,

And onto your heels.

The shadow that hides the tiredness in your eyes,

The weakness in your smile,

And yet I feel that there is nothing more beautiful

Than basking in the curves of your lips,

A hand holding you, precious, sinking into your hips.