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The Poison Butterflies by ~nsikhonsou:iconnsikhonsou:





You laid your head upon my pillow
I stroked my fingers through your hair
You were dream bound, I was lovelorn
And we were not really there
I ran with you till morning
Picking flowers in the sky
Fleeing from the poison
Of a thousand butterflies
I laid with you forever
In the petals of a dream
Sunlight fills the best of us
With happiness and gleam
I opened my eyes that morning
And there was no one by my side
It’s only now I think to curse
Those poison butterflies.
©2007-2009 ~nsikhonsou
:iconnsikhonsou:

Author's Comments

I wrote this poem yesterday; I've wanted to write a poem involving poisonous butterflies, it's such a perverse image and can be taken so many ways. In this poem, the butterflies are real in the dream, and poisonous in the sense of venom. however, when the speaker wakes up, the butterflies are poisonous because they have destroyed his/her relationship. butterflies, of course, being another word for nerves.

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:iconhangmansbock:
incredible, i cant think of words to describe it.
:iconnsikhonsou:
thank you ^^

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Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
From Tokyo to USA - they wouldn’t see me there
I was born bright green but my mother didn’t care
Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
:iconcrowhesghost:
I'm speechless. This is... gorgeous, and the dual meaning for butterflies is well-done. :nod:

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There are things that go bump in the night. And we are the ones who bump back.


I am the High-Wizard-of-Things-That-Go-Bump-in-the-Night
:iconnsikhonsou:
i'm glad you've said that; in my original draftings I was really unhappy with how this poem had turned out - the first time i did it the message was unclear, the second it was borderline patronising. anyway, thankyou for reassuring me that all my work paid off!

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Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
From Tokyo to USA - they wouldn’t see me there
I was born bright green but my mother didn’t care
Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
:iconsesshysrose:
Beautiful poem!

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Each word equates a drop of blood
Each sentence drains a vein
Each stanza speeds my beating heart
Each couplet fends off the pain

~SesshysRose
:iconcrowhesghost:
It paid off in spades, I'd say. Your hard work shows, and is deeply appreciated. :D

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There are things that go bump in the night. And we are the ones who bump back.


I am the High-Wizard-of-Things-That-Go-Bump-in-the-Night
:iconkitschdoll:
I can feel the emotion pertained in the poem. I like how the tragedy was connoted.
*faves*
:iconcryingpain:
Wow really cool poem :) I like it!

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:frail:Every artist was first an amateur - 'Ralph Waldo Emerson':frail:
:iconnsikhonsou:
thank you :hug:

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Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
From Tokyo to USA - they wouldn’t see me there
I was born bright green but my mother didn’t care
Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair

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