Butterfly Queen

Poetry and storytelling is not my art. However, please enjoy this selection of randomness based on my life! Also some MLB related stuff. Enjoy! ___________________________________

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Butterfly Queen

Poetry and storytelling is not my art. However, please enjoy this selection of randomness based on my life! Also some MLB related stuff. Enjoy! ___________________________________

Writings

Followers

Following

The burden of time.

Butterfly Queen

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I pondered my thoughts as I spun the dials o the clock. I wished I was designed for a more useful purpose. Every single life form relied on me. Every single one. I was tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Turning the dials every second. One flaw-time would stop. One tiny mistake -all of Earth would collapse. It all relied on me. I CONTROLLED TIME IN A WAY I DISAGREED WITH!!!!...

The galaxy.

Butterfly Queen

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I stared at the stars, longing for a friendship like theirs.

I gazed at them from my balcony, wishing for a connection like theirs.

I awed at them, hoping to shine like them some day.

I sighed at them, knowing it wouldn’t happen.

An unwelcome voice interrupted my river of thoughts, and spoke, soft and feathery; “But thé stars are miles apart from each other, none of them are close. How doe...

The masterpiece

Butterfly Queen

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The colours were blended so perfectly, that you could barely see them! And the lines were so detailed, I longed for this painting to be on my living room wall, alas, it was were it belonged-in an art gallery! I hope I find out what brand of medium this artist used for my own creations!...

Thursday

Butterfly Queen

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Thusday was a całym and collected girl, who was organised and encouraging. She planed her days to the last detail, making sure her days were always perfect. She was very friendly, with an air of sarcasm, which made her a very relaxed person. She was easy to be around and rarely stressed herself out. She communicated freely to her crush, and had an attitude most adored. She had many friends and got...

Will the métaphores be profound enough?

Butterfly Queen

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I’ve lived my whole life afraid, it’s time for me to be brave.

I search for the light switch, but it’s not there.

The papers, the documents, the applications and forms,

They swim around in my corrupted mind.

I can’t find my talent, I’m not enough.

I try again, I fail again, I use the same technique again.

I have nothing to lose, except my existence.

I want to be known. I have to fight for my mem...

Poetry

(￣▽￣) Title-less.

Butterfly Queen

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Evelyn. Background- full of attention, happiness and friends.

She walked into school, smiling at her friends in the distance. They ran to her, like deers chasing butterflies. They embraced her lovingly, with exposed happiness.

Nadia. Background: betrayal, refusal, denial, hate, dishonesty and loneliness.

She stepped onto the highly polished floor, taking in the mild shine. She peaked up from u...

Humour

Science fiction

The depressed biscuit tin.

Butterfly Queen

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She closed the empty biscuit tin, sighing. She had craved a sweet delicacy for months, but no-one has got her any. Not that they would, Evelyn was supposed to shop for her own necessities now. She walked back to the worn out sofa in her small apartment, reaching out for the remote control. She pressed the buttons feebly, drained of her energy. It had been another long day at school, and she was re...

Humour

Fantasy

Afresh.

Butterfly Queen

1 min read

To begin a new page,

It’s like a new day,

Only a simpler stage,

It eases the pain away.

Write a poem a day,

That’s what I do.

Find my way,

You do you.

I know this poem is quite boring,

But what’s the year without the pain?

Though, I like it when it’s poring.

I could go on and on about the rain.

That’s all for this one,

I congratulate you for reaching the end!

I hope you all write something fun,...

Poetry

I know how it feels.

Butterfly Queen

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I am excited,

Now I’m not.

I feel enlightened,

Now I’m sure I’m not.

What is this feeling?

Is it dread?

I’m not quite sure,

So I go to bed.

I wake up from a dream,

About my next adventure.

Changing school,

Like changing wheels on a tractor.

This feeling is weird,

Uncomfortable-if you will.

I see a man with a beard,

Taking my bill.

I’m only eleven,

So have me mercy.

I’m starting year seven,

I’m...

Poetry

I forgive you.

Butterfly Queen

1 min read

You caused me pain,

Yet I forgive you,

You made it rain,

I forgive that too.

You made me feel hollow,

You made me feel weak.

I didn’t want to follow,

Yet that is the tweak.

I would open my umbrella,

And try to stay dry.

But you were a mean fella,

You made me cry.

I took shelter in the darkness,

Not knowing of my light.

You made me feel sadness,

So bad I couldn’t fight.

The depression you left...

Poetry