Looking out of heavy eyes
The lights, the numbers
They still mock me
Bothersome music plays
Only because I despise silence more
I move with the curves
As I glance out and see
Infinite miles of yield
Because it’s what we’re known for
Listless eyes
Blink for what seems like eternity
As I exhale the smoke
Watching it pour into nothing
An orange butterfly
Climbed the air from a distance
Then came hurling at my window
And it was gone
“I wonder,” I thought to myself
“How many butterflies I’ve killed
Thus far”
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line six, and then an orange butterfly, and the last three lines .... i adore this ... please write more ... Moqui
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Thank you Moqui
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Haha! This is a cool poem. I didn't really get it until the end. I've never even thought about how many animals or whatever we've killed with our smoke. Awesome poem. Keep up the outstanding work.
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Thankies poppet!
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Killing butterfies with your smoke? or those delicate people in life? Hmm, to think!
Lovely!
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Thank you my scheezmar
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