A Poem by SWANN

As I crawled from under the sheets naked,

Dancing the songs of paradise

I was wondering what it was like,

To have the freedom of butterflies?


Clearly speaking I heard a loud voice.

I threw on myself a blanket, and tried not to make a sinful noise.

I guess the power of bodies counts only in sex.

But I just want to walk for miles naked as a sign of protest.


I want to breath naked, and eat breakfast naked too.

I don’t want to feel under pressure of embarrassment and allure.

I’m more than just my skin; I’m also the soul within.

I can think, and I can solve. I can feel, and I cannot.



© 2015 SWANN

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Want to hang out at mu house? :-)

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

hahaha, original :)

2 Years Ago

I guess you know I meant 'my' house. :-)
When the essence of people goes numbed 'neath the night, uncertain mind always hustle 'em penning down something that speaks the realism of heart in guise of words. And that's what your bare spirit allowed you beautifully doing so. Nice imagery you've come up with. Liked the imagery of blanket, self-love & numb-ness inlost thoughts. Quite fascinating & way deep to be read. Looking forward to strolling through your poetic pages.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Tags: naked, body, soul, skin, allure, love, protest, paradise, freedom, butterflies



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A Poem by SWANN