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Erian Rose Apr 2019
When I am around you
The butterflies come swarming
You make me breathless
Lake Apr 2019
the butterflies all flew away
broke out of their coccoons
now they're all free to play
but in the corner of this room
sits a lonely caterpillar
wishing he could be someone bigger
i know how you feel little man
you're the same as me, doing whatever you can
only difference is you know where you are
where you're going, you know how far
how long till your days end
how long till you join all your friends
maybe you don't know, maybe you don't care
wish i could afford the luxury to be here and there
wish i knew exactly how i will turn out
wish i knew exactly what my life is about
a simple goal, a simple road
just one destination for me to go
must be so nice to have wings and fly
too bad we can't all be butterflies
mjad Apr 2019
Everytime I make plans with you
My gut clenches up
Like a fist ready to go
But I know
Already I know

I know that I'll kiss you
After buying and sharing your food
After hugging and talking
Like good old friends do

I know that I'll miss you
After kissing and setting the mood
After wishing and wanting
Like long lost lovers do

So everytime I make plans with you
My gut clenches up
But there is no fist ready to go
Just butterflies squirming
Because I already know
Zaza Apr 2019
I just

Want to find a love
That leaves me with butterflies in my stomach

Instead of moths in my closet
A Simillacrum Apr 2019
So in one night, not even naked, I
exposed my cretinous ghosts to
someone who heard the words
and nodded. "I feel that."

What's it like to know, and
not even know why,
someone's eyes may well
convey the truth?

So in one night, not even naked, I
exposed my cretinous ghosts to
someone who heard the words
and nodded. "I feel that."

Here I thought it was wrong
that something's wrong with me --
but I function, if improperly
to your specifications.

Here I meet another functional
dysfunction holder,
boldly, in a micro moment,
exposing all of his target tattoos

with an eager, upward tug of the sleeve.

Here I thought I was wrong,
but I'd been misled,
along a familiar path
toward the ravine.
anna Mar 2019
i am consumed by love...

so much so, that these macrophages have eaten away at my bone marrow,

preventing the production of blood cells as pale waves rush to my oxygen deprived face,

and my nerves, completely polarized by parents and an inner compass- tainted my scarlet fingertips. i know elysium will no longer accept me.

still, i let you trace the grooves and dips of my brain and tangle your fingers in my arteries.  

my bones are still red-dappled with life. muscles still ripple and blood laughs up through each fiber like curious sea water froths between wood planks.

my heart still contracts like a sporadic melody

and a pavillion of butterflies burst from my stomach. as worn words speak again.
I hope you like this one :) being a biomedical science major, I decided to integrate my ardency for microbiology into this prose on unrequited, taboo fidelity.
Madeleine Mar 2019
Eyes like the galaxies
You cannot help but lose your thought
A smile that warms your heart
To the core
That you get so nervous
You still cannot remember
What you wanted to say
You look over their shoulder
For your thought process to begin again
You clear your throat
Look down
Deep breath
Just relax and
Let’s try this again
Ditte Jakobsen Mar 2019
As my mind drifts off
to that place with you and me
my body gets Lighter, my cheeks get Warmer, my smile gets Wider        and my stomach gets a visit
by a thousand Butterflies.
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