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The beautiful black butterfly
by Smile

The beautiful black butterfly
Lies helplessly.
Exhaused from the fight.

Her wings charred,
From the fires you breath
Burnt out, unable to beat.

The patterns of decoration,
Painted over her silky body,
Tell a tail, her own life story.

A time when this creature danced,
Of happy memories.
The flower bed she inhabitated.

The blossom where she fluttered,
That small child,
Who couldn't quite catch her.

The thoughts and dreams,
Of distant sweet scented
summer evenings.

The sun set that day,
And the moon never rose.
The stars came out.

Yet her sky remained
A dark vast black,
Her dark nightmare.

No longer could she see,
No warmth to keep her safe,
No laughter and no play.

Only your twisted deluded ways.
Attracted by her innocence,
Wanting her beauty.

You tricked her for no reason
And you'll kill,
For no other excuse, except the excitment.

There is no one to save her,
We all think of the moment,
Guilt fueled misery.

As the beautiful black butterfly
Roasts in the pits
Of our own personal hell.

[**::Gee::**]

A Box Of Kisses



The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.

He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside it?"

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,"Oh, Daddy, it is not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

[**::Gee::**]

You don't mind walking on
despite of unceasing rain
So why be concerened
that your heart is exposed
as it heads for home?

[**::Gee::**]

ayaw niong mag share? hehehe....

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ge: When you were 8 years old,
your mom handed you an ice cream. You
thanked
her by dripping it all over your lap.


When you were 9 years old, she paid for
piano
lessons. You thanked her by never even
bothering
to
practice.


When you were 10 years old she drove
you all
day,
from soccer to football to one birthday
party after
another. You thanked her by jumping out
of he car
and never looking back.


When you were 11 years old, she took
you and
your
friends to the movies. You thanked her by
asking
to
sit in a different row.


When you were 12 years old, she
warned you not
to
watch certain TV shows. You thanked her
by
waiting
until she left the house.


When you were 13, she suggested a
haircut that
was
becoming. You thanked her by telling her
she had
no
taste.


When you were 14, she paid for a month
away at
summer camp. You thanked her by
forgetting to
write
a single letter.


When you were 15, she came home from
work,
looking for a hug. You thanked her by
having your
bedroom door locked.


When you were 16, she taught you how
to drive
her
car. You thanked her by taking it every
chance
you
could.


When you were 17, she was expecting
an
important
call. You thanked her by being on the
phone all
night.


When you were 18, she cried at your
high school
graduation. You thanked her by staying
out
partying
until dawn.


When you were 19, she paid for your
college
tuition,
drove you to campus carried your bags.
You
thanked
her by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you
wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your
friends.


When you were 25, she helped to pay
for your
wedding, and she cried and told you
how deeply
she
loved you. You thanked her by moving
halfway
across
the country.


When you were 50, she fell ill and
needed you to
take
care of her. You thanked her by reading
about the
burden parents become to their children.


And then, one day, she quietly died. And
everything
you never did came crashing down like
thunder on
YOUR HEART..