Poetry by Aussie

Butterfly, Butterfly

Butterfly, Butterfly,
flying high so in the sky
I see you soar so temptingly
and wish so much that mine you’d be

but when I jump and try to fly
to catch up with you in the sky
my fall to earth—it makes me cry
that hope is dead—please, that’s a lie!

oh, Butterfly, could I ask why
when once you tried to pass me by
I caught you with your wings held wide
but in my hands your heartbeat died

why, Butterfly, why?

Author's note: A lot of people read this poem (Butterfly, Butterfly) once or twice, and give me a smile and say, "That's cute," but don't realize that this is one of my favorite and "deepest" poems. If you don't know why I wrote it and what I'm really talking about, you're going to miss the whole point completely. Hint: The poem is really not about butterflies (sorry, little floating creatures).

Blinded we hold hands ...

Blinded we hold hands ...
Walking toward eternity.
The road slopes gently;
We hardly know we're there.

With painted face, despair
Sits waiting, calmly watching;
We laugh, the empty pleasure fades.
The taunting death mock wails;
We plug our ears and smile--
There's nothing man should fear.

Our memories fixed on pleasant pasts,
The present can't be here;
And, forward goes our steady step
We do not wish to care ...

I forgot to breathe

I forgot to breathe
on my way to school today
I forgot to think
as I sat down to hear

I forgot to ask
as my teacher filled my mind
I believed each fact
since every fact is true

I forgot to taste
each bite from my lunch tray
I didn't even think
to question what I saw

Everything is true
what everybody tells me
why should I use my brain
when they are using theirs?

Now I'm ninety two
watching TV every night
I'm shaped by things around me
I no longer need my mind

So don't forget to breathe
though people question air
And don't forget to use your mind
and ask if things are true

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About Aussie

Aussie is a regular contributor to Mission FireFly.

I like writing, what can I say? It's not like I can just sit down anytime and do it, though. It's a mood thing. Somedays it comes and somedays it goes. I also like art (more on the modern side) and writing my own songs.