I Want to Move to Australia by bookbutterfly, literature
Literature
I Want to Move to Australia
I Want to Move to Australia
I want to move to Australia
Where they dont have days like this
I want to move to Ireland
And spend my days in mist
I want to move to China
Where they have no worries or cares
I want to move to North Korea
And spend my money there
I want to move to Iraq
The desert weather is so fine
I want to move to Sudan
On scorpions for to dine
I want to move to Rawanda
And just kick back a smidge
I want to move to Kuwait
Just to eat out like a pig
But they tell me all these places
They have worries too
I guess Ill have to wait for heaven
Unless . . . the ocean blue?
Rapture
Her hair flew and flipped around her shoulder
as her foot followed the dance step through
the unheard music crackled in the background
and her shoes clicked against the tile.
Her arms were thrown over her head as she became a study in blur
the gleam of gemstones in her eye
with the sheen and mystery
of a butterflys wing.
The skirt bounced, her arms flew,
and her hair billowed around her.
She threw her head back and laughed,
giggling like the stream
Afternoon sunlight sparkled on the floor,
as she followed the last dew drops left that day,
she slowed her steps and stopped to gaze
as the sun shed its last rays.
Growing Pains
It's never really easy to grow up
and give up on stuff you want
when all you really want to do
(no matter how old you are!)
is throw a temper tantrum until
someone gives in and gives it.
But real life doesn't respond to
any kind of temper tantrum thrown.
It just sits back and waits until
you're finally done with pouting,
then proceeds to teach you the
real and painful lesson you are
in dire need of, for your service.
You are given the lesson you need
not the lesson you want - yes
because life is never about how
we get to take it easy finally now
but rather how to choose the hard bed
despite the comfy looking s
Different Coats
Dogs roam freely in parks,
beautiful regardless of fur
making friends and enemies
in the most color blind of ways
It's too bad humans
can't take a lesson
from man's best friend
and see beyond the different coat
Sometimes, I wish my skin
were as easily removable
just for a day or so -
not to be in the same old skin
When will we learn
that clothes and skin
don't make the man
but only his illusion?
To see beyond the different coats,
we have to be honest and vulnerable
we wear our skins like a shield
so hard to penetrate the heart
I Keep Waiting
I keep waiting for you:
to turn your key in the lock,
to make the snores of security,
to leave on the light at stairs top.
I keep waiting for you:
for your birthday rose,
for your cheering at graduation,
for your hand to lead me down a future aisle.
Instead of you,
theres silence in the lock,
silence in the night,
the silence of light at stairs top.
Instead of you,
theres a rose from Jacob and Mom,
one less person in my cheering crowd,
no dad to lead me down the aisle.
I keep waiting for you,
but youre not here
youve gone to your souls home,
leaving me lost,
I Want to Move to Australia by bookbutterfly, literature
Literature
I Want to Move to Australia
I Want to Move to Australia
I want to move to Australia
Where they dont have days like this
I want to move to Ireland
And spend my days in mist
I want to move to China
Where they have no worries or cares
I want to move to North Korea
And spend my money there
I want to move to Iraq
The desert weather is so fine
I want to move to Sudan
On scorpions for to dine
I want to move to Rawanda
And just kick back a smidge
I want to move to Kuwait
Just to eat out like a pig
But they tell me all these places
They have worries too
I guess Ill have to wait for heaven
Unless . . . the ocean blue?
Rapture
Her hair flew and flipped around her shoulder
as her foot followed the dance step through
the unheard music crackled in the background
and her shoes clicked against the tile.
Her arms were thrown over her head as she became a study in blur
the gleam of gemstones in her eye
with the sheen and mystery
of a butterflys wing.
The skirt bounced, her arms flew,
and her hair billowed around her.
She threw her head back and laughed,
giggling like the stream
Afternoon sunlight sparkled on the floor,
as she followed the last dew drops left that day,
she slowed her steps and stopped to gaze
as the sun shed its last rays.
Growing Pains
It's never really easy to grow up
and give up on stuff you want
when all you really want to do
(no matter how old you are!)
is throw a temper tantrum until
someone gives in and gives it.
But real life doesn't respond to
any kind of temper tantrum thrown.
It just sits back and waits until
you're finally done with pouting,
then proceeds to teach you the
real and painful lesson you are
in dire need of, for your service.
You are given the lesson you need
not the lesson you want - yes
because life is never about how
we get to take it easy finally now
but rather how to choose the hard bed
despite the comfy looking s
Different Coats
Dogs roam freely in parks,
beautiful regardless of fur
making friends and enemies
in the most color blind of ways
It's too bad humans
can't take a lesson
from man's best friend
and see beyond the different coat
Sometimes, I wish my skin
were as easily removable
just for a day or so -
not to be in the same old skin
When will we learn
that clothes and skin
don't make the man
but only his illusion?
To see beyond the different coats,
we have to be honest and vulnerable
we wear our skins like a shield
so hard to penetrate the heart
I Keep Waiting
I keep waiting for you:
to turn your key in the lock,
to make the snores of security,
to leave on the light at stairs top.
I keep waiting for you:
for your birthday rose,
for your cheering at graduation,
for your hand to lead me down a future aisle.
Instead of you,
theres silence in the lock,
silence in the night,
the silence of light at stairs top.
Instead of you,
theres a rose from Jacob and Mom,
one less person in my cheering crowd,
no dad to lead me down the aisle.
I keep waiting for you,
but youre not here
youve gone to your souls home,
leaving me lost,
your face had many names,
each one a ring in the tree of your life;
a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind
you were the lighthouse in the fog,
the booming presence from above,
the firework display in Germany,
and the wizard who struck Muggle gold
in the hearts of millions;
the laughter in your halls will cease
to be moved to a higher place,
the kindness you gave to all
will be expedited to the world
Personal Quote: Follow your heart, but take your brain with you.
Favourite Visual Artist
Too hard to pick
Favourite Movies
Singin' in the Rain
Favourite Writers
I have to pick just one?!?
Favourite Games
Solitaire
Tools of the Trade
Pen, pencil, paper, various digital cameras, computer, mysterious recesses of my brain
Other Interests
books, Christ, school, english, biology, history
Post Spotlight
For Anyone Still Watching by bookbutterfly, journal
For Anyone Still Watching
It's been . . . a while. Wayyyyy too long of awhile. I've experienced promotions, surgery, getting a new job, having all these ups and downs. It's been . . . just incredible. And as I make these transitions, I want to become more serious about getting my art published. Which means it can't be here. So over the next little while, I don't know exactly how long, I'll be deleting my old work as I save it elsewhere. It's one more painful but necessary thing I need to do. Hopefully, we'll meet again in the funny pages some day soon.
It's February 4th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!
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