Flower Bed

I want to sleep in the flowers and become the air you breathe.

Leave my pain in the earth to be plowed and sowed, under the suns burning heat.

Red roses symbolizing a passion that hides beneath my eyes.

Too beautiful to be held, so my thorns punture through any lies.

Like wind I want to be free to go,

Held back by none, applying pressure to my own soul.

Like water may I be a vault to what the world needs.

So i can feed you all with the truth, the love, and the purpose you all seek.

I motivate to keep myself inspired.

I encourage to help with your desires.

Like a bird I want to fly over the lands of different cultures and seas.

Sending them signals, letters, warnings, omens, and anew belief.

My worth is that of new grown grass, cut down by those who’d rather I be neat.

But I’m raw like sushi, and over the top like a bar drunk in a AMC movie.

Just here waiting for my last scene.

Thinking about my last dream.

If I’m a burden in life
I’m a burden in death.
Shall my mind find peace

and my soul find rest.
My only wish is I leave in my sleep.
So my heart wont beat and
My eyes wont weep.

Peace world,

J. Peter’s 🦋

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Lone Butterfly Diary Preview

Been Suffering in silence..
I am my own hero..
If I cry it’s in ink,
Or in my minds pillow.
I secure myself..
Catch a cold and self medicate till nothings left.
Never needed nobody
So quiet as I came, will be as quiet as I left.

Dreaming up an empire buried in the depths of my lineages crypts.

Restless nights leave my energy unseeded.

Ideas and dreams, like the years, seems to have faded.

My love for the art of music is fairly jaded.

Like a beggar asking for a dollar for their next hit, my desires are wired and depleted.

My sex drive damaged by misuse, I wish my mind deleted.

Never needed nobody, yet everyone seems to need me.

But who do I have that won’t treat my wants and needs like a burden, a complaint, or a plead?

Truly annoyed that my hand has been dealt with the odds of a fallen queen.

Truly scared that I’ll take my life with a drink unseen.

They only let me voice my cries with the same amount of time as a blink.

But here I am hearing their pleads, listening to their needs.

While mines are in plain sight written yet unseeked.

✌&❤

J. Peters 🦋

UnSpoken Truth

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Dear Negative Nancy…
When you’re 70 you’ll realize you have no photo album of memories to look through.
Just over told stories that’s changed everytime you speak it.
Unanswered phone calls,
ignored invites,
Damn and you can’t even see it?
What memories do you have with your loved ones?
what promises have you broken?
You can’t bring back time for none,
the truth is finally spoken.
So your regrets of the past, and burdens will fade.
Your screams of escape from them, will soon turn into pleads for them to stay.
But what you do in the present will pave your way,
Into a future where your neglect towards  the ones closest to you,
will push them all away.
Peace&Love Always
By Meee… Jasmine