"The Butterfly Theory"

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~tasha~

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I saw a
butterfly
once, it's left
wing was
crumpled, tipping
it off-balance
as it crawled
along
the window sill

It's right wing
was still
smooth and
perfect,
gaily coloured in
a pretty
pastel pink -

It looked so
cheerful and delicate,
as it beat
against
the air, the
butterfly
struggling vainly
to lift itself
back into
flight -

And then a
slight
breeze came along,
nearly tumbling
the crippled
butterfly
out into
dangerous wide-open
spaces

But I cupped
my hand
around it's
frail form, protecting
it until the
wind had passed
by in it's
mini-fury.

And I continued
watching it.

You came and stood
beside me, and we
watched together
for a moment,
silent in our
own
personal musings...

Then, suddenly,
you brought your
hand
down on the
butterfly,
smashing it against
the window sill

You kept your hand
over it, just
for a moment, and
then lifted it,
staring at the
crushed form of
the forever-broken
butterfly -

When you looked at me,
you smiled
and shrugged, and said
that it didn't matter, that
the damned thing
might as well have
been dead already,
that you had
done it a
favour -

And you walked
away,
whistling an
almost familiar
tune...

And in that moment,
I
was the
butterfly

Posted 15 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
Posted 15 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
thx
Posted 16 Jul 2007

kiran says
very nice dear
Posted 16 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
thx kiran
Posted 16 Jul 2007

kiran says
you are welcome dear
Posted 16 Jul 2007

Fairl_Girl says
nice1
Posted 18 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
thz sista
Posted 18 Jul 2007

^dewaja^ says
oh bueeterly
Posted 21 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
jee
Posted 21 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
Posted 24 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
KING OF JB said:

another



Posted 24 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
lemme search
Posted 26 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
can u do it for me
Posted 27 Jul 2007

eshajam says
~tasha~ said:

I saw a
butterfly
once, it's left
wing was
crumpled, tipping
it off-balance
as it crawled
along
the window sill

It's right wing
was still
smooth and
perfect,
gaily coloured in
a pretty
pastel pink -

It looked so
cheerful and delicate,
as it beat
against
the air, the
butterfly
struggling vainly
to lift itself
back into
flight -

And then a
slight
breeze came along,
nearly tumbling
the crippled
butterfly
out into
dangerous wide-open
spaces

But I cupped
my hand
around it's
frail form, protecting
it until the
wind had passed
by in it's
mini-fury.

And I continued
watching it.

You came and stood
beside me, and we
watched together
for a moment,
silent in our
own
personal musings...

Then, suddenly,
you brought your
hand
down on the
butterfly,
smashing it against
the window sill

You kept your hand
over it, just
for a moment, and
then lifted it,
staring at the
crushed form of
the forever-broken
butterfly -

When you looked at me,
you smiled
and shrugged, and said
that it didn't matter, that
the damned thing
might as well have
been dead already,
that you had
done it a
favour -

And you walked
away,
whistling an
almost familiar
tune...

And in that moment,
I
was the
butterfly

Posted 29 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
Posted 29 Jul 2007

eshajam says
The sound of your voice
Is like a butterfly
It guides along
Swiftly, lovely

The words slide off your lips
Like a butterfly flutters its wings
Voice as lovely as gliding in wind

The sound of your voice makes me smile
But this moment soon fades away
And all I have is
     "nothing"
Posted 29 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
Posted 29 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
Posted 29 Jul 2007

eshajam says
Posted 29 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
thx guyzz
Posted 29 Jul 2007

eshajam says
welcome
Posted 29 Jul 2007

eshajam says
butterfly, butterfly
fly in the sky
butterfly, butterfly
flies so high
butterfly, butterfly
lands on my thigh
butterfly, butterfly
motionlessly lies
butterfly, butterfly
gracefully dies
Posted 30 Jul 2007

eshajam says
Butterfly, oh butterfly, why do you hide in the shadows?
Spread wide your wings, let your heart sing
And come dance with me in the meadow

Butterfly, oh butterfly, why do you fear?
You'll never stray, I'll lead the way
Just follow the path, I'll be near

Butterfly, oh butterfly, have you no hope?
Drink of the sun, our life's just begun
Thro time's hills and valleys we'll lope

Butterfly, oh butterfly, dare you to dream?
On our hearts we depend, shall we follow the wind
And consign to the fates grander scheme?
Posted 30 Jul 2007

eshajam says
There’s one thing I know,
That I hold close to me
My dreams are drifting
Off and onto the sea

I stand at the shore
The cool wind in my hair
And I remember one spring
You were here then

I felt your butterfly kisses
Shining over me
My butterfly kisses mean so much to me
I promise that I
Shall never let go.
My butterfly kisses
I love you so.

The waves crash on the rocks
The white twirling waves
You hold me so close
So I never stray

So close to the edge,
And I hold on tight
Knowing you’re my anchor
My anchor
On this cold spring night

I felt your butterfly kisses
Shining over me
My butterfly kisses mean so much to me
I promise that I
Shall never let go.
My butterfly kisses
I love you so.

Oh my butterfly kisses
On the cold stormy nights
Oh my butterfly kisses
Feel like home
You’re butterfly kisses
Warm me to the core
And our butterfly kisses will last
On and on

No matter if the world may stop
No matter if I’m here or
Somewhere you can’t reach me
Remember, my darling
I will always love your
Butterfly kisses
Posted 30 Jul 2007

eshajam says
Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
Flying so gracefully
Into the sky, the butterfly
Trying to catch a butterfly
Fly, fly, fly, butterfly
There she sets upon the mums
I'm having so much fun
Here's another on the sill
Your standing so still
You go to touch him
There she goes, the butterfly
I hear a tapping on the window
It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly
There she goes into the sky
Flying so high, the butterfly
I'll see you another day
Butterfly, butterfly,fly away
Posted 31 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
eshajam said:

Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
Flying so gracefully
Into the sky, the butterfly
Trying to catch a butterfly
Fly, fly, fly, butterfly
There she sets upon the mums
I'm having so much fun
Here's another on the sill
Your standing so still
You go to touch him
There she goes, the butterfly
I hear a tapping on the window
It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly
There she goes into the sky
Flying so high, the butterfly
I'll see you another day
Butterfly, butterfly,fly away



nice one
Posted 31 Jul 2007

~tasha~ says
thanx
Posted 31 Jul 2007

eshajam says
Wings Of a Butterfly
I saw a butterfly on a flower flapping colorful wings.
I reached my hand out to grab the wings but it flew away.
I could wander faraway while chasing this.
And feel as free as the butterfly.
Because it is so hard to catch it
Moving away and reaching so high.
I just wanted to hold it in my hand
And see the beautiful colors.
Even if I caught the butterfly in my hand
I have to let it go.
So I did not wander far and I did not try to catch the butterfly
I just let it fly away
Posted 01 Aug 2007

eshajam says
Silence the butterfly as it flies through the sky
Softly is floats, waiting to die.
Try as it might, dreams have been lost,
The world grows cold, chokes through the frost.

Silence the butterfly, dark whispers in the night,
Telling your secrets, stealing your sight.
Watch it now, killing your friends,
The sun is setting, this is the end.

Silence the butterfly as it drips with fresh blood,
The raven crows, drowning in the flood.
It closes its eyes, but its all around,
Life is dead, no peace to be found.

Silence the butterfly as it smells the sweet flowers,
Patiently it waits, hour after hour.
Darkness is dawn, in this sweet butterfly,
Dawn is now dark, as you close your eyes.
Posted 01 Aug 2007

eshajam says
The suicide note

the suicide note,
is hardest to write,
because you have to,
say goodbye,

Now this girl was stressed,
with bullies and boyfriends,
she hate to burn,
but her life was a thread,

now it's time to snip it,
here and now,
she wrote the note,
she didn't know how,

it said:
To my mother,
I love you so much,
To my father,
you too,
To all the haters,
Keep on hating me,
To my boyfriend,
Laters,
and this is a silent cry,
of a mistaken,
suicide butterfly,

will she see you in hell?
because her final trip out,
is leave the station...

she wants to give you a final good-bye...
Posted 01 Aug 2007

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