Welcome all to the project in it's glorious, revised form. What I've done with this page might seem a bit confusing with the two columns. but I felt the format was efficient for how I wanted to portray my poetry. In the left column, each category has a small piece of butterfly plot-related prose to read before the poetry itself. Then the right column are the titles and links to each poem.


Explicit Content Warning: Poems and prose include themes of drug addiction, abuse, sex, self-harm, and others.
If any of these subjects are sensitive to you, it is suggested that you do not read this collection.


Enjoy the butterfly's little journey

01. The Worm

“There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted” – Henry David Thoreau

Once there was a baby caterpillar that lived in the desert. A brand-new creature, very ignorant to the world and all of it's dangers. But also protected, loved by it's butterfly parents and brother. That, was so very long ago, when everything was so easy. The caterpillar's existence was seemingly carefree, with the exception that it was very different from it's family. The caterpillar did not yet know how or why, but it knew. It was intelligent enough to grasp that much. One day while playing, the caterpillar brothers were playing, and one of them ended up going missing.


From then on, everything for the caterpillar became significantly more difficult. Although a caterpillar, it was called a worm from then on. Then one day, the worm-deemed caterpillar had taken enough abuse from the world, and its chitin shell encumbered the caterpillar.

02. The Chrysalis

“Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.” – Emme Rollins


When the caterpillar's shell first hardened, it was quite scared. Obviously it was not around to see its parents' transformation, so the caterpillar had no knowledge of what was happening. It was oblivious to the outside world, to all of it's potential dangers. Through there were things in this world that not even the protective layer of chitin could completely shield it from. Harsh weather conditions, other creatures sniffing it out, and other struggles dawned on the chrysalis. The caterpillar wondered if he would even survive long enough to become the beautiful creature he dreamed about.


The caterpillar, although scared, was ready for this big change. Once it became more beautiful – like it's parents – maybe then the caterpillar would be loved by all. Maybe then it could forget about its past, make peace with its parents, be the wonderful butterfly the world wanted of it. How the butterfly hoped it would be beautiful, it waited, laying anxiously. Suspended in motion, the impatient caterpillar waited for it's debut.


And when the day finally came, after all its patience, the caterpillar did not move inside it's chrysalis for quite a few minutes. It then erupted from its shell, and spread its wings. It was stiff, the butterfly tried its best to take flight, but alas was unable. All this agonizing waiting, and the butterfly was unable to take flight without its parents to guide it! It was truly alone in this world.

03. The Butterfly

01. Forbidden Love

02. Two Short Poems (Untitled)

03. Park Path

04. Breathtaking Dimples

05. Infatuation

06. Of The Gods

07. Gatsby

08. The Yellow Flower

09. Last Days of Decay, Newfound Affection -- COMING SOON

“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne


It took many attempts, and many failed attempts, but the butterfly finally learned to fly. Along the way, it had found friends that guided the butterfly and showed it how to survive. It was no longer the ignorant caterpillar, so it thought. One day, the butterfly separated itself from its friends and made its way to the nearest stream. It occurred to the butterfly that he actually did not know what his wings looked like, or if it had become the beauty it so badly wanted to become. Looking upon it's reflection in the waves.. The butterfly thought that, once it underwent metamorphosis, it would be beautiful. But the butterfly was quite disappointed.. It was then that the butterfly realized why it was difficult to learn to fly.. It's wings: monochrome and battered from the harsh environment he had lived in inside the chrysalis.


The butterfly wondered why its friends loved it, why they taught him after realizing it was such an ugly creature. Too disheartened to return to it's friends, the butterfly set off by itself, forever alone, and disheartened once more.

04. The Webs

“There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.” – Richelle E. Goodrich


At this point, the butterfly's heart is racing, and it's trying to get away. Flying with all it's might to escape from this self-created hell. It's brain is giving in to the fight or flight responses, but the butterfly cannot choose. There is too much cacophony, too much frost all around it. It is tired of all this, it just wants it to end, and is willing and ready to give in. It's wings are cold as ice, shattering from the attempt at flying, cracked because of everything it has endured since leaving its friends. The butterfly told itself it was strong, wise, experienced in the harsh realities of this world. However, it became careless as time went on.


And before the butterfly knew it, it was caught in a spider's webs. The butterfly eventually lost hope, even after trying so hard. It's obvious it has changed. It's never the same on the way down. Now the tables have turned, and the spiders are it's friends – but, in all actuality, they are not. It is the fault of the spider why the butterfly was captured to begin with. The butterfly is disregarding the cracks in it's wings. They say the more you hurt, the more you scream. But what did this butterfly ever do to deserve this death trap?

05. The Escape

“When a child first catches adults out – when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just – his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.” – John Steinbeck


Having made these so-called friends with the spiders, the butterfly butterfly disregarded the cracks in it's wings, numb to the excruciating pain, and still struggled to escape. But eventually, it caught it's friends off guard and managed to break away. These demons were the butterfly's friends for far too long, and by the time it realized the intensity of the situation, it was too late, it was caught, but it managed to flutter away to a nearby stream in the spiders' confusion. It was then that the butterfly looked upon itself once more, as if to reflect upon everything that had just happened.


It changed – the butterfly's colors were different.


Transitioning from gray to black, the butterfly took the time to relish in the time of its ignorance. As a caterpillar, life was so easy. The butterfly knew its parents, it lived a peaceful, carefree existence. It's only problem in life was that it wished to become beautiful upon it's transformation. The cost the butterfly paid for something it never even achieved was definitely not worth it to live the life it had now. The butterfly wished it could redo its entire life, from the little worm phase to now, but it was impossible. The butterfly's seemingly long journey was coming to an end.

06. The Death

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming 'Wow! What a Ride!' – Hunter S. Thompson

In the butterfly's final moments, it thought about all the trials it had struggled. The pain, heartache, abandonment, abuse, betrayal.. All of these things came to haunt the butterfly throughout its life just to satisfy its greedy aspirations. The butterfly thought of itself as a greedy creature, something despicable to the rest of its species. Surely none of the other butterflies lusted after something so trivial and meaningless upon death as this butterfly has.. It was alone again, forever, this time, until it's pathetic existence ceased to be.


As it laid near the river it had escaped from, it lost its strength to try to fly further. Even only days old, the butterfly was a species with a short lifespan. The extra physical and mental torture surely didn't help the aging process of the delicate creature either.. So it laid in the tatters of its stained, monochrome wings, barely afloat in the space beside it. Breathing ruggedly, deeply as if gasping for the air its lungs struggle to grasp, the monochrome butterfly's life cease to be.