Butterflies
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I yearn to frolic within the garden's charm,
And dream of a butterfly on my arm,
To venture with me into the wild,
Its exquisite wings, a beauty so mild.
BUGS IN HEAVEN?
Will there be butterflies in heaven
I should like to see them there
With all their gorgeous colors
It took me a long time to realize that sometimes you have to completely fall apart to beome the best version of you,
And that even though you try so hard to control it, there is only so much that you can do.
Yes Michal, I see your flutterby
Flying low not up in the sky
Fluttering by in a sea of green
Darting quickly and rarely seen
If it had landed on your tablecloth
I would be able to see if it’s a moth!
I haven't caught you any butterflies because the type you seek don't come for yellow rosesand carry heavy, ruby, cordate wings I could never really desire.
butterflies flutter inside
a grotesque mash of unnecessary fears
arisng with a single murmur
prepared to tear away all composure
a psychological smoothie
with a powerful punch
i know my story is to be told, but will i be the one to tell the tale, or will my shadow be the one to stand in the way?
With a flutter of its wings the butterfly has drawn me in,
The drizzle of the nectar sweetens the pull of when,
The beautiful creature has to speed its search,
stomach flutters
out of fright
out of nervousness
out of might
butterflies churning all around
waiting to burst out
making a rainbow across the sky
as she says "yes"
to the girl she loves
They started small at first,
but now they are violent.
Everytime i'm near him it makes me thirst
Thirst for a love that won't become violet.
I love my butterflies
they don't tell lies.
Love is not "butterflies" in your stomach.
Love is the feeling you get when you take the first sip of a hot beverage on a cold day.
It is when you have the first bite of your favorite meal.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel had a lot of hair
So thick, so dense
No stylist would dare
She stayed in a tower
In the middle of town
Combing and spraying
Detangling and braiding
Today is the day
I have a date today
With a guy who just seems great
He is just like me in countless ways
We have the same order at Subway
Calm and graceful,
Fluttering in the wind
Their attraction to bright colors
Of flowering plants
Their life span so short,
Yet their wisdom so great
Beautifully inspiring
I have butterflies in my chest
I thought I could put them to rest
stop their flittering, fluttering panic.
a day ago
a week ago
a month ago
a year ago
forever ago
Why is it that the common expression is
“Butterflies in the stomach”
When referring to a feeling of apprehension
Of both good and bad varieties?
Like a million little butterflies,
Like the cool spring wind,
Like the humming birds tiny wings,
Like the sweet nectar oozing out of a strawberry,
Like a cool, blue swimming pool on a hot summers day,
The colorful flowers
The tiny sprinkles of a morning shower.
The good news on the news
without any new fueds.
The smiles on the other peoples faces,
even with those nasty hurtful braces.
I find my smile in a round ball. I kick it and chase it throughout the halls. On game day my stomach churns but I know I will not fail. No one else is up to my scale. Scoring goals and winning games that is what makes my day a little less lame.
The thing that makes me happy,
more than anything else,
is the ship that never sinks,
we call it friendship.
Though many things happen,
Good and Bad,
Friendship will always last,
We give our butterflies careful monikers
confusion
for example
but lets take these glittering beings
for what they truly are.
Fluttering infatuation
love
that can be
may be
See the butterflies fly at dawn,
Catch them all before they're gone.
Some fly in shadows,
Some fly in light.
Some fly with ease,
And some fly with might.
Calm and graceful, fluttering in the wind
Their life span so short, yet their wisdom so great
Their attraction to bright colors, beautifully and socially inspiring
You broke my heart when you sai goodbye
You made me cutt and want to die
You told me you love me and that you cared
You even got me a cute teady bear
I gave you my heart
And you tore it apart
Jagged lines,
I prefer.
But it's hard when
there was a curve.
Easy breezy
now distrought
Don't pinpoint life;
it's not a dot.
It's not perfect.
Two little caterpillars sit on a stone
Scurrying and hurrying into the unknown.
They part separate ways and say their goodbyes,
Venturing towards a lurking surprise.
Eating their veggies with water to drink,
Such a beautiful soul
Flying free
Soaring over mountains
Limitless as can be
No one can bring her down
Such a beautiful soul
Flying free
Soaring over mountains
Limitless as can be
No one can bring her down
I dream in black and whiteI bleed the color of your eyes
All I can see is your lipsGently glazing over mine
As the sun setI saw my rose petals in the flame
I need faith,
for i am faithless,
the demons in my dreams.
the darkness in my heart,
there is no light in my heart.
what i don't understand,
Flirtation
She smiles
He jokes
She brushes the hair away from her face
Finding any excuse to make eye contact
Butterflies
Fluttering in my stomach
or
Crocodiles
Gnawing at my innards
I don't know which
But it's somewhere in between
Graciously black
Open winged butterfly
Gliding through the sky
Where do you go when you’re all alone?
Is there a place you call home?
You land here
You land there
Always on the go
I am not a dishonest personfor I think not to seek a truthin the face of panicwhen an immediate thought springs forthunbiddenly welcomebut mistaken.
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head
like petals in the wind
even though the flowers are dead.
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head
like petals in the wind
even though the flowers are dead.
Our World... Rapacity!
Where Men usurp the youth.
Men who manifest greed, lust, power
Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions
Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.
Cloned as the Men
I
capture butterflies
and lock them tightly
in a glass jar
I watch them flutter about
carefree
encased in my heart
And everytime the jar shakes,
so does my stability
I
capture butterflies
and lock them tightly
in a glass jar
I watch them flutter about
carefree
encased in my heart
And everytime the jar shakes,
so does my stability
The kindness in the smile of a little girl.
Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love,
sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
The room is dark.
There’s nothing surprising about the void. The silence in my head. Or the drumming in my heart.
We used to dance through the field like feral butterflies.
Our wings grew and our cat feet lifted off the grass,
wind blew us side to side and kissed our bare cheeks.
Five butterflies whirr around my head--
playing catch-me-if-you-can with each other's glowing, neon flutter.
I'm elated to see these spectacular creatures in orbit around me,
I’ve been taking in ideas of what life should mean from nameless strangers I’ve never even met.
I try to listen to what they have to say;
I want to tuck it away into my soul and save it for you.
Butterflies don't only fly free, but in human beings, who are having emotions of uncertainty, they are not ordinary butterflies though, these are those fuzzy, warm butterflies you hear about those kids on the T.V.
Butterflies,
Majestic and beautiful.
Gliding on hills of air,
Slowly descending towards you.
You open your mouth,
In awe
Unaware of what is to come.
And I think I love your smile the most
'Cause it says all the things I didn't know
And if you'd only smile some more
I'd smile and know what I didn't before
