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How many more murders will we grieve in this dark night?
Dog bites and sound bytes
Debris from bomb kites...
Death and destruction on all sides
Whilst they watch from hot air balloons
Hollow-heartedly high
How many more surreal acts lie?...
More backing down
Staying out
Safe and sound in the parachute blot of a blasted cocoon as it sinks to the ground...
Morgan Howard Sep 2024
A lowly caterpillar
Inching her way to a leaf
She spins her chrysalis
The sun rises and sets many times
But she does not see it
Because she has hidden herself away
In her cocoon
But finally
She begins to emerge
And she is no longer a lowly caterpillar
She has grown wings and can fly away
To a better reality
spacewtchhh May 2022
YOU ARE FINE.
Well...
     eventually...
you'll be.

You will rise into me.
Sitting in our cocoon.
It's not so easy.

Accepting fear and pain.
Trauma and rage.
Yes! These can be transformed.

You're okay yourself.
Together...
         little one,
we'll live.
Feels so random yet so convincing. One of these fine days, these will mean something.
louella Dec 2021
One of the first things I learned
Was that caterpillars break out of their cocoons
And become beautiful butterflies.
      So I tried.
I tried
Tried and tried.
I wanted to break out of my shell
But I never could.
Or maybe I’m not brave enough
Maybe I just entered my cocoon
And I’m about to break out of it
I just need the right amount of courage.
I want to break out of my cocoon
But I don’t know how to
Oh swaying willow tree
lower your branches cover me.
I am so cold without thee.
You're so green and gentle..
give me oxigen and shade,
you bow down gently
as in reverence yet detached
I feel more than gratitude
I too am detached as breeze!
In wonderment of your face
feel my breeze under
your starry sky

You like a hungry kitten
sensing timing to run for it
may it be that my pyramid's
wise winds shake your trunk,
to leaveless ****
blushing in your branches?
Are your hidden
fruits any ripe
you do sway delightfully
My frozen cocoone is detached
my tiny feet from my butterfly
might slightly tickle your fancy
as I voraciously neeble on
your green golden leaves?
will you fear my strong breeze
wild Autumn winds
as your branch may get
detached.?
~~~~~.
By;Mr and Mrs Andrews.
With Karijinbba.
https://youtu.be/w82NHDRRGJ0
Daniel Tucker Sep 2021
...and the wind will blow
and you will drift
guided by chance
and an unseen Navigator  
like a ship on a raging sea
or a butterfly caught in the wind

just don't close your eyes.

the light may be
too bright or too dim
the crumbling ruins
may fall hard
beside and inside you

just don't be found
holding tightly to the cocoon
when the metamorphosis
has long been completed.
© 2017 Daniel Tucker
Carmen Jane Nov 2020
I am embracing the visiting pain that dresses in different shapes.This time I know not to avoid it, as it’s here to make me stronger.It’s  here to teach me and it’s here to prepare me for what’s next.We are not supposed to be happy every moment, how would we  know empathy?
Pain, pain I’m here to stay
Teach me something everyday
Pain taught me to be grateful
Pain taught me to be soulful
Of course, always be wise and always be safe
Never stop and always your dreams you should chase
It’s always calm after the storm, after rain
In my cocoon I’m never afraid of the pain
Pain, pain I’m here to stay
Teach me something everyday
Sarah Strack Sep 2020
Its amazing how we pass time
Cocooned
In our own beings so that
Nothing
Matters more than the next
Minute
And the freckles on our hands
Possess
More pull than magnetic
Ends
Of planets spinning with hushed
Breaths
Which may soon gasp the cursed
Smog
Of our corrupted souls
we are so caught up in our own lives, we forget the bigger picture
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