This is pretty much my storage area for poetry. You can stick around and explore if you would like, but please do not take anything without giving me credit. Although I can not fathom why you would do that in the first place. What is poetry if it is not your own feelings? Well thanks for stopping by! Come again!
-Shuka
Moths
Draped myself in a deep cocoon
But formed into a swept up moth
So I sewed up another one
Patched it and cleaned it
Thinking foolish thoughts
Of turning into butterflies
Almost tragic the way I dreamed
Though it was all for you
I could hear you humming as you left
You never exceeded in saying goodbyes
But I was always worse
Through thin walls of silk
I heard your footsteps fade
Every padded foot that hit the mud
I mused, “Would you come back, cut me loose?
For I have always been waiting for you
But every painful time
I discover I am weaker than I pretend I am
Like understanding in an opened envelope
I am a mismatched conclusion
I thought you loved me,
But I was so wrapped up in vanity
Sheltered in this little nest you can not harm me anymore
Here I will hide and heal the wounds you salted
Yet I swear my heart beat is giving me away
Because it’s filling my ears and you must hear it to
As it booms and it booms
The sound must fill all the rooms
Till it blooms and it blooms
And the whole world is deafened
From all these lies and this violence
And all this deafening silence
And I’ll still be here thrown on your floor like a cereal box prize
