Ashes and Butterflies

I usually HATE sharing my work (ironic because in order to be a successful writer people have to read your work) but this poem I wrote the other day is really good and I wanted to share it with you guys.

It’s not really about anyone or anything. I came up with a snippet (the first line of the poem) and the rest of it just kind of flowed. I haven’t written a poem just for fun in ages. (The last time I wrote one was for courting purposes, but I don’t think it worked to my advantage.) Anyway, I’ll stop rambling and post the damn poem.

Ashes and Butterflies

Ghosts of the past
Like ashes and butterflies

I can trace the outline of your body
If I lay still
Slowly close my eyes

But you are just a dream
So forgotten
Bitterly, intoxicatingly sweet

Your warmth a flicker
dreams lost
With slight remnants of heat

A pound of wasted flesh
Floating free
Beneath my trembling fingertips

Beautifully tragic eyes
Watching where I press my lips

But you are just a dream
A ghost
Floating among ashes and butterflies

What do you guys think? Like or dislike? Do you want to see more poems or stories or things of that nature? 

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