The butterflies and zebras
Dance in the night
She dances with them
Never looking back
Moon to her right
The darkness is following
Always ready to leap
She dances her way across the sky
What happens when you reach the end
Of your cloud?
The one you dance on
With butterflies and zebras
The darkness right behind you
What do you do?
You jump
And turn into to a butterfly
With zebra striped wings
Then soar the night sky
For butterflies and zebras
Are what we become
Once we jump
*I know that this poem sounds crazy and many of you may no get it. FYI the jumping part is not about jumping off a cliff to plummet to your death. This is not supposed to be a realistic poem perhaps but a hopeful one.Though I dont have a lot of that.
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I actually really liked this poem and I actually think I get it. Everyone just wants to be a butterfly with zebra striped wings.
We all want to fly 🙂
hey I really like this poem, I have read your others but couldn’t thing of what to say of them, but this one really created some great emotion for me.
@voilet blake: lol, hopefully I will fly before I hit the ground, then I will be free.
yes you both got the point. Yes we all do want to fly and the happier people can jump immediately. For the other people (suicidal or depresses) it can take so much longer to jump and the darkness can catch up. My other poems were a bit confusing but if you took apart each sentence you may be able to figure out what the words represent.IDK.
Once again, I’m entranced by your poetry.
Are you suicidal? Just wondering.. cause of the site.. but when you told me your story, you seemed.. hopeful for the future.
I am suicidal but have hope for others which is strange
I am the same way. Well, i havent thot about suicide for a long time, which is really a good thing i suppose. but as i look at the comments on some of these posts, we keep telling each other not to kill ourselves, but thats really not the reason lots of us come to this site. We dont want to be told not to do it, we just want to be around other ppl who know how it feels to want to be dead, to end it once and for all. We dont really realize it at the time we are saying it, but it seems we are very contradictory.
I feel the same way Charolette. Hope ful for others but not for me :/
Yeah its tough some people really seem like they could get somewhere but some people like me just dont believe that there is a point anymore
Sadly. Your compleatly right. It’s hard to find a point that’s been so obscure
and elusive for so long. Even with help. But I wouldn’t know. Haha. I never got help. 🙂
Yes it is hard which is why i write to make it less obscure and to make it what i feel. 😉
That’s wht I struggle with. Making it comprehensible and finding words to describe this.
what i do is try to come up with a list of words that might make sense and slowly go through to eliminate some then start to try to make sentences and then a poem.