"cacoon" poems
I've been told that a catapiller wrapped snuggly in it's cacoon like the bed-time burrito of my youth feels very simular to the feeling i give when i hug. I've been told that i squeez just right, with the warmth of a summer night. I've been told I hug like a lover seeing her soldier for the first time in years. The few people i hug ask me how i hug so well.
I don't.
I hug with the pain of yesterday.
I hug with the scars on my wrists and the blood on my legs.
I hug with the overdoses, the addictions, the emptyness, the abondonment.
When i hug, i send a message.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Your pink silky touch makes my body go through seizures.
My veins are homeless, smothered in poverty and have been craving for soul food.
Im in a cacoon. My peace sign fingers in between my flower are working overtime,pumping and extracting the pollen of satisfaction.
It drips all over your white sheets. An eye of feasting awaits.
The movement of our soul connection is stoccatto. A two second breathing and rest from the uphill journey must occur.
Like a paint brush,your lips paint your intense emotions on my body. An abstract piece of art is what i reflect and look like.
You broke the cacoon.
Freed the catapillar of distruction and void.
The butterfly roams around in delight and euphoria.
My flower is embroided with your aura, little stitches of love threads hang down my thighs.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
The stars and the moon peer down from their dark cacoon,
At the man who walks upon the shadowed fields.
The lights of the town, sit flickering atop the swollen hill,
They will not sleep nor will they lie still.
What a beautiful place to be lost and unknown.
To run your hands where the wind has not yet blown.
But he does not know this, lest he loses his confidence,
And continues as though he knows where to go.
The valley is wrapped in the beautiful cold,
Where the stars do not warm and the wind does not blow.
The cold that holds warmth down in its belly,
The stomach of the beast. ‘Not to fret’; says he.
The air below the sky and above the valley,
Is strange and it’s quiet; not light, nor is it heavy.
The air coddles him and asks him questions,
And looks him in the eyes as though they’ve not met him.
From the corners of the earthy bowl, the wind howls and blows and bites,
And sting his eyes and make him cry,
And kiss and ***** his stinging face,
And wrap him in their cold embrace.
Still, he walks, through the golden sheaths,
The trees on the border talk ‘neath their heavy leaves.
Close to him you can hear his breath,
Warm and cold and deep in his chest.
The bones of the sky are milky white,
And the arms of the earth embrace the night.
‘Defy me’. Says he, and ‘discover me’, says they,
‘Before our arms are wrinkled and old and our bones are cold and grey.’
‘Break me and bind me, but you can’t defy me.’
‘search me and map me, but you won’t truly know me.’
For it is he and it is I that beg you to defy,
The very thing that we create, the success we crave and the mistakes we make.
How weak we are when we think we’re strong,
And how we know they are right and we wish we were wrong.
But pull me from my reverie and make me cry and make me see,
That it is better to be in your dark cacoon
than to be as sad as your milky moon.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
One inane cyst on the heel of this once beautiful planet,
Us parasitic worms slowly deflate our ballon of necessity; oblivious to the destruction.
In our absence this terrible moth could cacoon and metamorphose
Into a wonderful creature, and return to how it once was.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
you know its spring when,
a chalky finger points the way
on the face of broken pavement too,
a tulip gardens bed and,
a splash of color grows.
where a dragon sleeps just above,
a staircase of magic
and breaths.
while April airs the winter out,
a cacoon clear and empty.
all windows open wide
the sky looks down below,
gravity pulls a smile as
I whisper, "beautiful."
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Winter
is so cold
you're so sad
you feel alone
drink hot cocoa
put on a sweater
go out in the snow
watch the darkness
feel it inside
it's only a season,
but all you want to do,
is cry.
Spring
is the start of something new
everything's bright
everything's fresh
you feel so happy
you feel refreshed
the sun is out
it warms your soul
finally out of
that god **** cold
Summer
is bright and fun
fly a kite
get some sun
go the beach
eat a beach
feel the juices on your chin
go in the water for another swim
stay up late
sleep in later
a new guy,
summer love,
it's almost fatal.
Fall
is full of color
the perfect temperature
relaxing afternoons
drink some tea
cuddle like a cacoon
not too cold
not too hot
go for a run
take a long walk
it's never ending,
the time you're spending..
2/15/14
(a.f.c)
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Butterfly
That has not flown with many a passing moon,
Butterfly,
It is as though yesterday you emerged from your cacoon,
Butterfly,
No longer is there any beauty inked wings,
Butterfly,
How your trampled wings sting,
Butterfly,
That once harmony and beauty spoke,
Butterfly,
That now only brutality in appearance evokes,
Butterfly,
Once beautiful and WOW,
Butterfly,
Only inadequacy does in you speak now,
Butterfly,
Who was to be the equivalent of beauty?
To posses perfection dear butterfly was your duty,
Now dull and broken with a bitter look of what once was lovely,
Butterfly by mans touch made ugly.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:27 PM UTC
"I live in a cacoon opposite of cancun"
Its right. I lie
Everything is wrong
Plain and Simple
This is all going to change
give it time
one day at a time.
Do what I can to stay alive
Emotionally
Im shattered and broken
But
All thats broken can be fixed
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 7:31 PM UTC
He walked from the dark side of the moon, and saw the light.
His eyes shined, illuminated, sacred and bright.
From galaxy to galaxy he searched for a place to call home.
He hopped from crater to crater, knowing he would be forever alone.
Until one day a hand reached out, out of the darkness.
She asked him his name, and he simply replied “Moonwalker”
She laughed and wondered who would name their child such a silly name.
She wondered what he was in search of money? power? fame?
His eyes too innocent, and his gaze to pure.
His walk too shaky like an infant, and his laugh too immature.
She warned him warmly, “Its a cold world out there” she pointed to the sphere full of colors “Wrap yourself up like a cacoon”
He smiled and replied. “Good thing I live on the moon”.
She showed him fire, she showed him air, she showed him money.
He asked “Is that all that is there?”
“Is the earth not interesting?” she asked, turned, and stopped.
He smirked “Instead of visit, I would rather watch”
So when the moon is full, it draws closer to us, just pause and stop talking.
You might just hear the laugh and see the eyes of the moonwalker.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 8:56 PM UTC
Why can't you just leave me alone?
These never ending dreams.
These unexplained moments.
Haunting me.
Delicate minds cannot even comprehend.
Life poured glue all over me
And left me out to dry.
Hardened and refined.
Some days its as if containing
My every emotion could end up
In an explosion.
An impulsive grenade.
Born without a pin to pull.
I am my own pin.
I may scream but no one hears me.
I may cry but no one notices.
Who would care anyways?
Why do I lie to myself?
Simple. Its easier.
Someone who loves so much
Must mean magical things are happening.
But how come it takes so long to notice?
How come my wings cannot take me
Where I need to go.
I'll climb back into my cacoon.
My chamber .
When I regain consciousness
I'll be brand new.
Ready for the world.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
I told someone we're having problems
I don't know if that was the word for it
But lately I feel like your hiding things
Even from me
I know we're going through
A rough time
But I hate feeling so far
Like my own heart is floating away
And I know yours is breaking with each word
And I'm just making things worse
Because thats all I'm good at
And I'm sorry
I just want you back
Your smile has vacated
And you seem so numb
You distance me
And act like I don't care
But I do
I want it all to work out
Just as much as you
I want you in my life
I want you to stay forever
I wanna be your wife
Forever loving and faithful
But I feel so far from you
And I feel your loneliness even now
I feel your wish to be at home with me
Cuddled in a cacoon of love
But you know my goals require me to stop
Taking so many days off
And it's making me feel like
I'm trapped between a rock
It feels as though I'm in that room
Where the walls are closing in
And there are no ways out
Or simply too many to choose one
And I just want you back
And I know you have to worry
But since all the stress has arose
You kiss me less
Hug me with desparity
Begging to be saved
When I'm in the same situation
You show less emotion while showing
So many
You love me
But it feels colder
And I'm scared
And I miss you
And I don't know when things
Will get better
But I'll always be here
Waiting
I'm not the type of girl
To give up on what she loves
Baby I don't want us to cry anymore
I don't want to hurt
I don't want us to live our lives
In a loveless love
Please show me you love me
Just hug me with a smile
Or kiss me with a passion
That's not a solution
Kiss me like you want me
Because you love me
Hold my hand and squeeze
Smile at me
Smile because we have each other
Smile because we're soul mates
And we're engaged
Chase me
Tickle me
Ressurect our love
And please stop worrying for one second
And just be with me
You are my sun
And you are clouded
I'm here and try to help you shine again
Believe in my love
Trust me
Come back to me.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
Beneath the earth in tomb I lay trapped in night.
I hear the voices speaking yet cannot reply.
They mourn my death yet no not my living hell.
As I struggle to scream no words can I release.
I hear the words dust to dust yet I am alive.
I here the coffin begin its final journey into
its bed of earth.
And as I am erased from memory I am
slowley buired alive.
No one to hear. Unable to move I am but trapped within a shell
and burried within this cacoon of sering heat.
The air growing thin every breath burns my lungs.
Why can I not speak why must I suffer?
I strain but no words do escape my throat.
In darkness I lay waitting wishing to slip into a final
rest to escape my burning torment.
Strangled slowley in the devils arms.
Death a promise yet a far off nightmare
from this hell in which I exist.
Blind in life and bound in death.
A tear escapes my eye leaving a trail down my cheek.
The last water i shall know of heat and salt.
My last vision of darkness and the emptyness
from which there is no escape.
I pray to at last embrace the words.
And understand the true meaning of.
Goodbye!
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 12:41 AM UTC
I want to take everything I've learned and then form it into words and everyday I'll change and tweak, arrage the letters too true to speak. but i feel more like a caterpiller crawling to the new day that is dawning in search of a branch worth something so complex as its only chance to make a cacoon. let fear ensue. i'm afraid i have rushed it and emerged too soon. i find it is not quite a flight i've opened up to, and they aren't quite wings but they'll do.
the truth?
its not a rose from the tennis court crack but it grows next to the broken beer bottle that is not quite a diamond but still sparkles in the sun. and even if it's forced, it's still a smile at it's worst-- making itself the truth when the day is done.
so what are you saying?
bask long enough in deceit and soon it will seem less like defeat and more like something you chose on your own. so maybe it's not the cookie cutter image shining on display, but who am I to say you can't grow to love. at the end of the day it still awaits. sad little place you call home. believe your thoughts. you are just a well put together mess at its best.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 3:48 PM UTC
It's three am again, we've become well accuainted.
After rubbing elbows with the moon, I closed my eyes.
I feel your arm wrap around my waist, tugging my mouth into a sleepy smile.
I feel your lips grace my neck, the wetness feels like liquid gold.
My skin is covered in golden threads of your beautiful silken words.
I push my body back onto yours, all at once I was nestled in the cacoon of your safety.
My breath drew quick, shallow.
My skin burned.
My back arched, my wrist ached!
I rolled over to whisper sweet nothings between kisses.
But I just found cotton, and the loneliness of pillow talk...
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
*By the time I reached the end,
my mouth was tied in a twist.
Salt water and smoke
rose up from my throat
caged between porcelain,
and sugar sweet lips.
I lay awake,
swaying softly,
in a cacoon of strawberry silk.
Carefully contemplating
the white spaces of time
that kaleidoscope like fractals
between the shades
of falling leaves.
I am at peace,
fully aware of the world
around me.
I am happy,
dreaming of summer sunsets,
and kissing the cherry trees.*
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
Thunder comes on the wings of wet butterflies
Telling and retelling of the journey
The caterpillars are born again
They'll say they're strong ones and lovely
Beautifully colored
But one wasn't as strong as them
Too soon from the cacoon they say
Not quite ready for this life
And he waits with worry
Until he can see them for himself
Maybe he'll be the one to finally help
Them fly
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Peachy skin
Perfection in every way
So peaceful
No worries
Sudden smiles
Swaddled in his cacoon
His tender breath
Breathing in his infant scent
Innocent and untouched
Unblemished
angelic aura
Melts me
You are wanted
you are loved
simply magic
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
I am
in amber glow, in wet cacoon
He is reborn
every moment is a chance to be new
But the tides that crash on this cosmic plane,
They drown, they breathe
I am awake but not lucid -
A victim to a story I did not tell -
A ghost in a graveyard
A dog in a basket
My heart on the table
You were destined to leave, I said
The autumn breeze cooling off our coffee -
I watch sunsets just so they burn a little bit
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
When we met
You were yet
A Princess.
Snow melted
On your younge tongue.
Winter seasons
Kept the secrets
Of your cold cacoon.
When you emerged
It was obscene,
You morphed into
The Ice Queen.
The white expanse
Of glacial thighs
Led to an ice-cave.
******* that once
Snared and trapped,
Have melted like
Polar ice-caps.
Your icicle eys
Stay frozen
In summer sun.
And all about
Your condition
Smells stale as
Franklin's Expedition.
Like Midas,
Minus the gold,
All you touch
Turns cold.
I'm not here
To lampoon
How winter's blubber
Made you baloon;
But on a walk
In Arctic noon,
Wear whale grey
And get harpooned.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
There is a caterpillar inching his wee body across a leaf that fell, somewhere.
Gently existing, almost alone.
The winds could **** him.
The rain could **** him.
The dirt full of other bugs could **** him.
So many things, all around his wee little existence...
So very vulnerable, and nearly alone in a world full of life...
But that caterpillar inches his way through the leaf, eating and inching his way through his path.
Because his path will lead to a cacoon.
And a cacoon, though even more vulnerable, leads to transformation.
And when that caterpillar cracks through that cacoon, the shell that, although made him weak and easy to **** stuck, and seemingly obsolete, it also caused him to shock the world.
He will become a butterfly.
And some will see him as unworthy, still.
Most, honestly.
But haven't you ever heard...
A butterfly can flap their fragile little, beautiful, wings and create a hurricane big enough to change thousands or millions of lives somewhere.
Setting in motion events that may not have happened if he weren't there. And in all events, something important is revealed; which ultimately makes him just as important.
So in conclusion, he may be small, weak, unappealing, vulnerable, boring, easy to **** break, or bury...but he also has a transformation.
He is delicately dangerous, a gentle healer, and a permanent inspiration in many lives.
He was important as a caterpillar.
He is important as a butterfly.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
i want to wrap myself up into a cacoon of blankets.
i want to become something beautiful to society's blueprint.
i am abstract.
splatter me into a collage of rosy cheeks and plump lips.
i am a paper plane.
fold me into an origami heart.
maybe you would love me then.
maybe if you could just flick me in the throat.
maybe if you could just rip out my tongue.
only everyone could judge me, subconsciously.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
I avoid you so superbly,
My thoughts fly by before I get a chance to try,
And write them down,
Scribble notes on back of receipts,
With four dollars left for a bottle of pop,
The air conditioner turns on,
And my soul jumps,
Maybe flys,
So far out,
I lost it,
I don't know what I love,
I thought it was you,
Sweet sweet words,
That were my own,
Created a Cacoon,
But now I run,
I don't stop to pace,
Back and forth,
Hello Poetry.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
(crazy indeed i believe) by me.....
Forensic friar,
frigid liars,
arent we all the forecast over overnight paintings?
Packs to be handled,
monstorious scandal,
Murk with no lighted candle to show you thine way!!!
Merry making believers believe,
concievers concieve only to turn around to be fooled once again!!
Minced meat poison to drain thy wearied inner,
thy eyes sink in thinner,
as the sharpened mirrage stares back at you.......
indigence canst only grim so much,
doth thou haveth any more meaning without your Mr or Mrs special touch?
cacoon hustles muffled to trotted maturities,
where conspiracy takes strange,
taketh realism in full pains!!
tear away at these cut patches,
where bought blotches are nearly detailed!!
Crusade of all Majority,
spare from this speared destiny,
where old timing recipe's become thine old time Menu...........
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC