Saturday, July 25, 2015

Music & Wine

Music & Wine

I woke up with the urge to write, listening to some music and while sipping my wine.
At times, I wish this certain pain could go away sooner than later. I trusted someone and got emotionally/mentally screwed over so bad in return. After being so utterly reassured of different things from them. I fooled myself through their lack of actions. My heart hurts so badly when I think of this. I had to admit to this pain internally.

Pain changes you and at times it's not for the better. I watch as I gave all the care in the world for someone who deserved none of it. My foolish heart and feelings were a part of this, getting caught up in your believable words, filled with deceit. I have questions that I had to ask myself like why am I surprised? Why did I tolerate such things? I do blame myself in this and accept my part of the pain. Trust that was once received is now broken with quickness.
 Painfully, I had to learn you can't walk in, giving your heart all naively.

Writing this was so hard for me, I tried to hold back those tears. Torn in between a rock and hard place of where I had to face the facts and my tears. Emotionally I may feel broken, just thinking of all that I had succumb myself to, some days are better than others. But I will go on for sure, like I do every day, I just had to reflect mentally.

I have to forgive my heavy hurting heart and me, for not wanting to see that a person didn't see the real me. The vulnerability that I carry from this situation is so real. I'm letting it free flow, right here and now. When it comes to the matters of your heart, you can't always share freely with everyone. I call it baring my soul. I'm doing the baring for me; truthfully it's not for everyone to know. 

Along the way, I had to realize I deserved way more than anyone could ever give me right now. Music and wine, yeah it does something to me in a calming way. Pain is never to be considered love and love is not be pain, for that's disappointment.
Never wait to see if a person who love or cares for you, to see or find the value of you. If they haven't seen it they'll never see it. See the value in yourself always.

Written by:
Poetic_ Butterfly
©July 19, 2015

Friday, July 24, 2015

Reintroducing Myself (Who am I)

Hello to everyone who has checked out my two blog sites where I write poems and stories of all forms. Please allow while I reintroduce myself to let everyone know who I am and why I write.

Writing wise I go by the name Poetic Butterfly.  I’m from Miami, FL where I was born and raised. I am 26 years old and I am Haitian American. I speak creole. I come from a big family where I am the youngest. I’m very family oriented. My zodiac sign is an Aries. No, I’m not into astrology, just thought it be fun fact to share. Personally, I would describe myself as a shy, book worm.

 I have been writing since I was in middle school and when I began seriously writing when I was in high school. I created this blogsite to share some of my deepest poems. It’s more like a random hobby, I write when I have a muse, inspiration, a need or feeling, or when something is going on in my life. I have created my poetry blog in 2009 out of boredom and want to find a creative way to expand myself.  I created my erotic blog in 201l; I wanted to challenge myself to see if I could write more “erotic” labeled material through my poem and even stories. I plan to write more and hopefully post, some of my new material. I hope you all enjoyed this mini reintroduction. If you are in any social media sites, please don’t hesitate to contact me. If you have questions, comments, or concern please feel free to reach out to me I don’t bite J  Thanks again for all the support, encouragement and stay tune for more.

Ways to reach me below:
Instagram- @misspoeticbutterfly

Saturday, March 31, 2012

I realized

I realized

I realized one of the hardest things I had to do was let the one who’ve hurt me go.
It was like pain and sorrow became all of me.
Letting the one who I once thought loved and cared for me go, felt like my heart got beaten repeatedly. 
I trusted you with everything and all you did was give me your lies and betrayal in return.
Flashbacks to the sorrow hit me again. It was like a rush of reality came breezing by to save me.
All the lies, pain and constant abuse, mentally I thought back and didn’t want to re-live through all of that again
Constantly asking myself this question while tears flowed down my gloomy face
How and why could I LOVE someone who enjoyed hurting me?
Now I know not to question myself or ask why? But to realize the truth was in my face the answers staring at me “Echoing loud and clear Saying: “You need to go back to LOVING yourself and to never let that GO”.
I realized that I needed to look deeper within, to never allow someone to steal my happiness ever again.

By: Poetic_Butterfly
© C.P 2012


Sunday, April 25, 2010

As I


As I ……
 As I sit here and think of all the shit people in my life have said .
I think to myself, how in the hell did I get to this place of emotional darkness once again ?
Why I’ve  succumb to laying alone at night with crying tears in my bed?
I think of  hidden up pain, built up anger and sadness, mental and emotional frustration and suppression.
Just all the things that I have unfortunately decided to keep within myself as my trust for tons of people, is now not a part of my ungiven action and unreturned satisfaction.
Damn,  I ask  again why and when the fuck …did I get here again? To this unforeseen place of gloomy and internal darkness where the shadow of a person that I see at times is ME.
I think of all the people from my life who the uttered words saying ” I will be there” but now walk around and leave me with no  real Fucking care. I begin to think again to myself “Why are the ones whom you love and trust…. are the ones whom hold the most power to HURT you?
Hmm, or is it just me that has given those close; the power of hurting me, I don’t know and wonder if I truly care?  You see I’ve now decided to allow my heart and I too grow into an element of being  cold .
Go without the good understanding of emotions and even potential real feelings,
To stop myself from potentially caring and loving so much to be in a dusty box and not being fucking touched. Hmm, I have decided to allow myself to go this far.
And at the end I have realized it’s just me and myself and I with my soul again; that I was discarded with no real  hope, destination and outlet. I feel like it’s gone just like the person that use I be..... which was all of me.
So as I lay here in this bed with all this hidden deepen emotion…. I keep in mind to know not to have any major huge expectations of anyone because it always leads itself to some type of disappointment. When you have no expectations, plus added no disappointment, it equals to no future heartache and pain.
By: Poetic_Butterfly
 © C.P 2010

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Sensation

--> -->The Sensation in my Pussy

The Sensation in my pussy is like…. Hhmmmmmm
Well let me explain this magnificent isshhhhh out
It’s so damn….. Owwwwwww
I am just soo  owww….turned on, thinking about it
It’s all good and great
That the conversations that I covet
Got this pussy HERE…. Going intensely insane
 Feeling all greatly at ease…. Without no pain or undone need
Dang in the morning, and the night
Damn near all the time
My sensational pussy ….
is calling me out for its satisfaction

It’s telling me
No more teasing…. give it…… it’s pleasing
It’s moaning out its lustrous Alba’s
It’s …. aaaaaaaahhhhh
Talking passionate tongues known to us as sweet treasures
Screaking escapades… Melodic
Giving me nothing more better
Owwww! How I LOVE the sweet sensations in my pussy
Can you feel me?
It’s so necessary
That the joy and pose….
that it possess is so legendary
Never secondary my flow, its tone, is so repertory
It’s loving …… but is never secondary
But always primary …..
My sensational snazzy…. Artsy, pussymatic and never fazzie
Pussy creates art, stars and nevertheless glows on the planet called Mars
It’s all of these things because it’s just so sensational
Yet it’s so impeccable…. Delectable…
and a…. spectacle love art of cookie
All a part of a divine precious sweet scrumptious Nookie
Owwww! How I LOVE the many sensations in my pussy.
The sweet many…
 but never duplicated achings in my kitty
Which equals the lovely Sensations in my very own pussy…

                            By: Poetic Butterfly 
©  C.P  09/19/2009

Thursday, September 10, 2009

With Myself


With Myself
When I touch my body
All I want to do at times is please myself
I caress myself, Fuck myself and always eventually make love to myself
As I touch myself I think about past lovers, future ones and even imaginary ones
Licking my sweet pussy juices off my fingertips, playfully touching my two lovely breasts
I truly become mused and divine with all this pleasure that I am giving myself
It’s no secret that when I get in this zone I cum and cum
Even harder than I eventually did before
But I only CUM for myself and only with myself
Lights go on or even off….. I set the mood
It’s my personal fuck or shall I say my own sexual freaky affair
I have become my greatest lover by far and my only true one to date
So when I am with myself it’s only a situation
That only you, I or anyone else can imagine.
By: Poetic Butterfly 

©  C.P 08/15/2009

" I have to ....."

I have to ….
I have to get this outta my system
He doesn't know what he's doing to me
He doesn't even understand
Oh, why is it so hard for me to get you outta of my system?
Dang, what's all of this commotion and confusion?
Really I gotta let this go?
Please I need this closure
Let me go!!!!!!!!
For the sake of my sanity
I need this!!!
 I wanna let go
Oh! Oh! How he just doesn't know
Apart of myself breaks when you're on my mind.
I want the pleasure of not having you on my mind
You don't know what you've done to me
So I'm letting you outta of system
Before it takes full control of me

By: Poetic Butterfly 

©  C.P 07/2007