#butterflyeffect
From Rascals to Rebels
Refuges to Renegades
Retribution Resurfaced
Reused with Retrospect
Resuscitate Recalibrate
Marinate in a slurrin’ state.
From the mind of Asher Graves-
A vessel with weak vertebrae
Puzzled with a smirky face
Whimsical but consolidates
Cyclical yet desperate
An unfazed gaze that penetrates
On the parchment of the firmament
A testament, a sentiment
An abandonment from the netizen-
Of shallow sands and toxic friends
So amused, yet can barely stand
Folly then, or play pretend?
Musician or naicisuM
The Opposites do append.
Maxim of a valid case
A frightened prey, a cold case
Runs away when it’s chased
Like fog when it thinks oceanside
Like humans gaslighting real life
Miasmic Riptides
A butterfly flew past the hillsides
A rock fell followed by a landslide
On the flipside a lake dried
All because of a butterfly flutter by
An anomaly? A coincidence in disguise?
That’s just causality in plain sight!
Butterfly effect- Bullseye!
Euphoric journeys, endless mires
Rhetoric questions, futile desires
Bountiful convictions, ignored squires
Outliers, admire, still fire, white liars
Jumbled up in juxtaposition jinxing sires,
Pilfer personas prevent pilgrimage pyres,
Obsolete obscurities open in isles,
Stalemate—soul-marked, retired.
-Asher Graves
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
what if the butterfly never flapped its wings?
for fear of creating a tsunami,
i say **** the tsunami
flap your wings,
tsunamis will always be tsunamis and
a butterfly was made
to fly.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
The world is a great whirling place.
The wind is always moving,
Jets streams, high and low pressure,
Hurricanes and tornadoes and sweet-smelling,
Gentle afternoon breezes accompanied by sweet iced tea and
A smooth, southern belle accent.
It’s all a reaction, a string of effects that affect another
Effect.
You sneeze, you end world hunger.
You cough, you **** a man in France with a
.22 that you stole from your mom.
The Butterfly Effect
An interesting movie, that one
Though the only scene I’ve ever seen
Was Ashton Kutcher waking up and somehow having
Spent the night with his boyhood crush as an adult
In her college dorm.
(Did I imagine that?
Who knows.)
Regardless: I’m curious
What each of my heartbeats does to the economy of Taiwan.
What the smell of my shampoo does to the eruption of a volcano in Hawaii.
What the cut of my dress does to the graying hair on an old man living
In a flat in central London.
Excuse me, I meant greying.
It’s also funny: what does one random smile from me
Do to a stranger for the rest of the day?
What does my stumble up the stairs
Do to a Spanish teacher as they come back from their lunch break?
If we’re all connected, then shouldn’t everything we do determine something else?
And isn’t everything we do determined by something else?
So was everything determined by one singular action at the very beginning?
Can there be an origin action without an action to originate that, and one to originate that, and-
Well, I’ve heard that’s God: he’s the hand that tipped the first domino,
The only thing in existence that defies all science and reason;
Whether that’s true or not is for a different day
With a different girl with a decent amount of sleep.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
A precious moment is lost
As it’s chosen to be unnoticed,
Uncelebrated for what it’s worth,
In pursuit of the next moment.
And it reflects upon something else
How wings flapped could cause wonders,
A greater joy is lost in sequel.
So choose not to ignore the moment,
This, now is important,
This, now, should be thought upon,
This, now, should be acted upon,
For once it goes, never would come
And thoughts for it would only remain.
Go slow, why do you rush,
It’s life that you are speeding through,
You won’t reach anywhere better
Because the end is just the end.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
die.
dying.
died.
cry.
crying.
cried.
lie.
lying.
lied.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
No matter what,
From this point on,
I must endure,
This pain called love,
For therein,
Lies your future.
No matter what,
Every moment,
I must thole,
This misery called life,
For therein,
Lies your happiness.
The farther you are away from me,
The more I will become a distant memory,
A catalyst,
This distance will be,
To help you forget me,
For it is the stepping stone,
To take you out of realization,
That I am truly gone.
No memory should include me,
For a butterfly effect there should be,
To allow you to unlearn,
Everything about us,
So, you can finally get to make do,
As you wished to be,
For your life,
And, the future of your love,
With what you always wanted to see.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
Thoughts fall from her head to her heart
The sky strewn in ribbons of stars
Falling in trails of wishes, such a piece of art
She thinks she’s insignificant, just so small
Just a collection of blood, skin, and secrets
But what if she realized, the sky could fall?
That the butterfly effect was true
That the world existed perfectly
Because of people just like you
~JLH
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Take this flat, round, stone
I told my son, and daughter too
Throw it hard, spinning it
Across the stilled pond
Count your big splashes
Watch the ripples grow
First stones they threw
Only singular sets of ripples
Then two, then three, then more
Eventually, their stones, with mine
Easily reached the other shore
Splashes, into ripples galore
Ripples formed by casted rocks
Have they lasting print upon
Hearts of those I've loved
Standing now on faraway shores
Gleefully leaping, dancing, tossing
Skipping stones hid in their pockets
Are my stones, living on in ripples
Marked indelible in memories
Cast in mind's marble and stone
A forever legacy or merely
A dimly lit fading thought
In minds and hearts forlorn
Once, when I was young
I knew, I could ripple the world
Now, I only hope a weary rest
To lay burden upon the shore
Enfeebled arm, for slinging stones
Pond's winter death, comes nigh
A bit of time left, of sweet life
To cast a few more stones
Boulders, to toss into the river
Giving the biggest splash
Heavy to lift, except with help
From other believers in ripples
© 2017 Jim Davis
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
One small change
Can make an enormous difference.
What you thought would be okay
Turned you against the world.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Fluttering of wings
Angelic things, mysterious in the same
Ripples from choices made can rewrite narratives
In just a blink of an eye all things can change
Wishing you had control of the past, and that you held tighter on the reins, blinds your view and holds you down with a heavy load of regret
Don't let your soul burn away like a moth in a flame
Though you've been hit by the butterfly effect
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Let's say
Hypothetically
Someone was
Keeping score
And I had a
Perfect
Unsurpassed
Record.
In that case
There would be
Three hundred and twelve
Pieces of paper
Somewhere
In my house with
Five to thirteen lines of
Text on each of them.
And then suppose
Five and thirteen averaged
Out to somewhere between
Seven and eight.
Then do the math
And tell me what seven or eight
Times three hundred and twelve is
And then think about how
For each line of text on each
Sheet of paper
There is another
Sheet of paper in some
Binder somewhere
Or a pile in the righthand
Corner of my room.
And remember
I'm just one person.
And then think
About the butterfly effect.
Do you know
What happens
In the mail room
When you're not around?
Do you know
Who uses the copier
In the dead of night
Or the morning dawn?
Do you know
Where we go
When we
Die?
Or even
Why we're
All alive
To begin with?
It's sure
As hell
*(Or should I say
As unsure as hell
Because no one can
Agree on anything
Even a universal a
Concept as hell)*
That we're not living
To make paper
To print out our
Personal whims on.
And then think
About the butterfly effect.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Butterflies dance around
Creating fate ever so
Even with the screaming sound
As if we are spellbound
We are all actors in a show
Butterflies dance around
They have our fate aground
It cannot be changed, oh-no
Even with the screaming sound
No control on the battleground
Best to lay as a willow
Butterflies dance around
Memories with us turn brown
People always come and go
Even with the screaming sound
Life is never fully bound
Have faith in will even though
Butterflies dance around
Even with the screaming sound.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
It is so easy to change our lives. We do not realise just how powerful we are. A thought could revolutionalise the world for the better. If we could just stand up and speak, make up our mind to be the best we possibly can. o stop watching those videos on Youtube, to stop scrolling through Facebook with a blank mind and then snapping out of it at the end of the day only to find that your life reeks of dysfunction and unproductivity and that you wasted an amazing day that you could have spent changing your life.
The butterfly effect.
Your decisions today affect your life tomorrow. Have the choices you made today given you a better tomorrow?
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
The words that go unspoken actually make the most noise.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
A void frame holds together Black Mountainous clouds weighing heavy on the sky, fearing an inescapable storm. The land below, no longer recognizable for shadows have rained from the absence, eroding the clarity of which once stood firm.
Still fresh and raw, the painter stops. His garrisoned red eyes entrench the being of his grotesque creation and with lost hope takes his final brushstroke. The brush, with nothing more to give, lifts an unsubstantial bit paint off of the canvas. Leaving what appears to be, a negative silhouette. The white void of a butterfly.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC