http://slow.writerscafe.org/butterflymind1 The original writings of author Butterfly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000681 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The benefits of masking, real or imagined, make us reluctant to drop the mask.We might, among other things, be forcing a relationship other people do not want. Or we might be risk being rejected. Yet the very wearing of the mask can cheat us of relationships we want. Do we gain as much as we lose? T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/821548/ Out of all the likley things in our vast universe, from the grains on the dirt to the particles in the air. His smile was so unlike the likely the edges would curve into the most peculiar miniscule painting I had ever layed eyes on. Constantly pondering about the many thoughts others would signify a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/821547/ What the f**k is the names of names? seriously. I think it is just simply perposterous! The names of names! your name!my name! you! me! us! all of us! I think potatoes are pretty tasty, but why is it called a potatoe? why not a stop sign? or or like bround?  "mmh this bround taste good, ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/821546/    Dear Orange Cat, you ate my f*****g bird. I hate you. I hope you get hit by a car today, tomorow or the day after. I love cats Orange Cat, I love them, but I don't love you >:(.  I hate how you look, you have that b***h face and orangefur, ew. You look like a retarded pumki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/821545/ Nothing seems to last in this damn borough.     Meandering aimlessly around for a au courant hypothesis.     Being short of tomorow's thought.     Everything seems to insinuate it's self  to be lakadaisical.     Slowly but f*****g&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/821542/  The subject it's self is the subject. Let me explain, It is just self-explainitory, mainly because a subject holds information for others to pertain to, and as that is being preoccupied, the mind assembles the information programing it and envraving it into the membrane therefore cau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/821541/ Ice cream cones are delicious and cold.       I wonder sometimes if they ever get old.       They are so sweet and melt on my tongue.      Sometimes it makes me want to drink tea like a shoalin mung.      Kung-Fu ps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/821538/ Held onto his love like a murdered religion, so much loss to the unforgiven thrown on the alter of sacrifice a lamb to a slaughter.The clock ticked in time with my eyes bleeding freedom, chanting a prayer of demise,I saw you in the shadows selling love and murder, strange bedfellows conglomerat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/816385/ Technicality is one of my more puzzling yet subtle noble traits. Puzzling to those who have no Honor that is. It all leads back though. Its a Key element in the grand perception of the patterns but yes I would call my foul in a basketball game If I knew it, even if it cost me the game. Countless ele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/796758/ Gaze thresholds, composite, everything to fit for keys to Unlock all the Doors and all the Gateways.Euphoric bliss and enlightenment, emotions beyond pure, beyond sanctification .. ascension into holiness and mercifully divine humility and caring and unequaled and indescribable Love ... the Inner Li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/796757/ Devulse all my limbsand resent all my choicescry out pain instead of pride.All I seem to know is that my head is bloody but unbound.BY: Iseroth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/795586/ Send me something without a worship.without a prayer. I shall not be controlled by what has been written.Authority? Tell me.What is it?Tell me what a story is what is on your mind? May the heavens blind me with eyes not to see. May the heavens cover my ears to the sound of silenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/795585/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791651/ in the distance lies a beautiful flower blooming oh so lovely, yearning for my touch. burning a hole in my heart leaving trails of ashes..caressing and embracing my body,  flesh with flesh, parted lips with dancing tongues dancing ever so lightly only seeking the beauty that lies in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791533/  The wind and the bellows and the chimes celestial providence as angels sing and the wind and the bellows and the chimes they tend to my Pain. To distract my mind, Libraries so vast in the distance you need ladders stories high and the tapestries yet again like black curtains.. the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791532/ In glimpses of last night when our eyes met like a key to a lock, causing time to stop in bliss.. we both Sensed each others Poetry.. the Poetry of our Souls. Remember how it felt when we first spoke.. when you first started to perceive my poetry.. how it makes you feel.. how it makes you th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791530/ Oh how the petals intertwine, forming the shades of your character, and the splendor of its complexion. Such an intimate Opera in the center of your obscurity. Truly brilliant your offense, capturing the masses with alluring potency, and tender seduction. Defensively you hold by a vigoro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791529/ If to know all is to share its hollow then I wouldn't hesitate to venture into this Sumptuous Ache, which foretells Divine Indulgence; The Fabled Glide of your Spirit and The Lust for your Ravenous Flesh. Your Darkness is the one that teases me with a trickle of content and the charmed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791528/ This Ache, this Pain, where does its end reside, I"ll testify to utter Lies, confess a False loyalty to Evil, and Burn to cinder if it meant just the touch of your Fingers My Long Lost Love. Bury me in the Sand and let a title wave of Salt and broken Sea Shells maul my face, let the Sea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791527/ A Dimension of True Reality and Relief.. the Release of Cosmic Energy to a new Embrace of Belief. Was it all a dream, an illusion, a rift in realities confusion or does the abyss of evils insanity hold a poet's melodramatic tragedy. Through Space and Time .. through Riddle and Rhyme .. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791525/ If Just to hear it, to know. I pulled the rusted nails deep in my Souls aorta and thus I bloody palpitate once more. My words of Magic were not released without deep thought and emotions without considerable consideration and risk because I believed in the If Just and so I leaped. If Jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791524/ cannot breathe without knowing your name, I've waited forever in my tormented Soul. When there is a thousand tiny little miracles in your comfort, in your soft hands I long to touch past the threshold of time. Your Love is my Life, your heart beats are the marching drums of my resolve, y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791522/ When I saw through your Dimensions, when your sweet voice spoke, My God at long last I've been Awakened. As the sweet intensifying Love breathed life into our Lungs so do You Revive my Inspiration, Ignite my Flame, recoil You are the Sounds of Life. You Reanimated me as your Immaculate wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymind1/791520/