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Arisa Mar 2
The phone is ringing
but I don't want to get out of bed.

I'm a caterpillar stuck in a cocoon.
It's not my time to flourish -
no one else is home.

So I guess I have no choice but to be the butterfly
Then crawl back into my casing once more.
I was feeling very lazy this morning.
Once there was a lost and lonely caterpillar
Searching for her glitter
But then She found you
Who helped her break through
Allowing time
To help her climb
You sheltered her, helped her transform
Which gave her the power to get through the storm
Letting her bloom
Away from the fumes
Now she has wings
It’s time to cut strings
No looking back
It’s time to unpack
She’s finally found her way
No more sky’s full of grey
No longer scared of the moon
This butterfly no longer needs her cocoon

Co written by
Lucy Burdon and Coco 07
We all go throw our own metamorphosis
Poetic T Jan 28
The caterpillar,
slowly eating at the steam
of the leaf..

Knowing that it will fall,
           but eating never the less.

Were an extinction level event,
               slowly eating away at
                                                     life.

And we will like the caterpillar fall...
Xandra Lynch Jan 1
I turn to goo
Trapped inside my mind
Powered by empty thoughts
And nonexistent pain
The sun burns a hole
Into my cage
An untold promise
This poem *****, but I made a resolution to write a poem everyday, and I am NOT failing on the first day
Ross Lopez Dec 2018
You don’t have to do that babe:
Getting gussied up to go out and get
    groped by the grotesque ghosts and
    goblins that turn the green grass
    brown and the blue skies gray.
Just stay here and smoke with me and
     lounge around in the haze of your
    dying potential,
But take comfort in knowing that your
    demise is only eventual.

Let's just munch the leaves and drop
    the eaves and pet the peeves
And reject the difficult and embrace
    the sensual.
Then maybe when we've grown old
    and burdened from the waves of
    regret residual,
We can be like Romeo and Juliet and
   end the physical.
Niobe Dec 2018
Merwin saw lions in China.
I found a chessboard on the ceiling.
I saw a ****** in a caterpillar's arms
Cradled like a child.
I found no rabbit
But I did find Alice.
The caterpillar claimed innocence
And I hope he's right.

The white knight never piped up form above,
He never took a step.

I think I'm losing the game.
Chess was never my thing,
But then, dead people were never my thing,
And here I am
And here she is
regardless.

Those of old saw meaning in the stars.
The stars in her eyes are too cold to hold any
meaning.
I can't decipher my next move from her eyes.
Stars make terrible chessboards.

I don't think I want to play this game anymore.
Alice is offputting
And the wonder has left
Wonderland.

Merwin saw lions in China.
We never made it that far.
Pyrrha Nov 2018
I've been changing a lot these days. It feels like up until this point I was just a caterpillar, growing and eating. Absorbing information and understanding. But now I'm ready for the change. Ready to use all that I've learned and absorbed. I've weaved my cocoon and now I am ready to emerge from it's safety and isolation.

Today I leave behind my chrysalis and embrace my life as a butterfly.
L Aug 2018
Ah, to be a little frog.

Allow me to hide amongst 'your' belongings.

Under the cushions of your swing set, upon your screen door, mayhaps even in your outside rainboots.

You may shoo me away at once, if you must. I will be back.

Ah, to be a little frog.

I think i shall hop away now.

Toodaloo.

Until next time.
Observances and thoughts.
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
I watched as your webbed nest grew
In the branch of the front yard tree
A plague of squirming brood
Not that a web of a spidering

Yours was much too thick
As I braved a finger, fear quelled
Skipped on using a stick
Strong and sturdy she held

“Are these caterpillars?”
You asked, I replied
“I think they are.”

You asked for the destruction of civilization
“You need to cut these down.”

“I can’t, I been watching them grow,
Watching this web slowly take over.
Now I see on every tree
When I’m out driving
Their villages
Where they live
Feeding off the leaves
If these are so common
Why are butterflies so rare?”

You responded with no care
“They are ****, I don’t like them.”
  
I watched the rest of that tree
Be consumed
I hope that plague
Becomes beautiful soon
Sophia Apr 2018
A caterpillar bled on me today
I found her
On the road
And knew that I had to pick her up
I had never seen a caterpillar on the pavement

She was thick and green
And had yellow lines along her body
And her suction feet made dainty steps
As they stuck so slightly to my skin
As she felt her first human skin

I should give her a name
I thought
As I walked into my house
Transferring her from hand to hand
So she wouldn’t fall

I was secretly a bit frightened
That she might be carnivorous
Might begin to **** my blood
The first known vampire caterpillar
But thankfully she was a lovely, normal creature

I noticed a wound on her back
It looked like green slime
But it was caterpillar blood
Oozing out
Slowly bringing death

I felt bad for my caterpillar friend
Pondered naming her
Performing a ceremony
But I didn’t want her to die in my hands
There was nothing I could do

In the process of taking pictures
Trying to be an artful girl
Because I could never forget this moment
I dropped my phone onto her
And the blood gushed out faster

It looked so beautiful
Like it could coat her body
Like it was a magical cape for protection
Like it wasn’t her insides
Coming outside for the first time

My heart nearly sunk
Just as hers was slowing
I wondered if caterpillars had hearts
Sat there as she crept along
She didn’t stop moving

I wondered what it feels like to be a caterpillar
To be held by some other breathing creature
But maybe she didn’t know
Didn’t know she was dying
Cruel bliss

I looked into her eyes
And placed her on a flower
Maybe she would get better
Maybe she would live
Maybe we could continue our adventure of firsts

I left her there
And looked up caterpillar blood
To find that caterpillar’s have haemocylom
Not blood
Never blood
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