metamorphasis i becomes a butterfly when i crawl out of my cacoon… i used to be a catapillar but now life is better cause i can fly… i’m better off now a days as a butterfly
now what becomes of this
this impossible situation
that is so difficult for me to avoid
you there
me here
I just can’t explain the tension
though I wish I could for you
everything i do becomes something I have to worry about for someone else. becoming something you want to, or becoming something you arent. the difference isn’t very… big? But at the same time, I see it so clearly.
And I want to become. I’m obsessed with it, all day all night dear god I’m just trying to become. Ironically, here I am becoming and not sure I’m being or if I’m enough of a being and I just want me to let myself be.
in a world where anything becomes anything you end up becoming something that you did not expect to be and yet the whole world is becoming that nobody ever though ti would be why is that? why can’t we just become who we want but there are chocies that others make for us preventing us from becoming who we are supposed to be. o perhaps these other people are shaping us into who we are supposed to become? how are we supposed to become ourselves when we don’t even know who we are. Just like a catterpillar becomes a butterfly and a slug becomes nothing, I a teenager must become something else whether that becomes me or not i don’t know. Why do we have to become anything? why can’t we just sit around and become nothing? But that was never an option was it? I must become something though I suppose if i became a slob with no job and a life that will amount to nothing then I am still fulfilling my role to become something just not in the way one might be thinking
It becomes you the eye shadow you are wearing now
it does not become you though to wear a thong when your ass has more ground chuck than a meat packing plant.
He becomes like an eagle- flying in the sky with no bounds or limits. Here, he is becoming, becoming something bigger and better than himself. Because when you’re becoming something other than yourself, you are becoming all that you should be.
banana becomes an elephant that climbs up a tree to see what it can and eats and entire plate of birds that have strangely enough already been prepared at the top by a Monkey named Tony who wants to be a chef when he grows
Everything becomes obsolete with time. As the years erode the past and unravel tradition. Sometimes we leave the moment of obsoleteness behind and receive and ineffectual tradition.
As time passes, we become. Don’t know how or why, but one day you’ll look in the mirror and see the difference. It could be years, months or maybe even a few seconds. You’d see yourself and realize that this is exactly where you belong. It might hurt and it might not be perfect, but it will be where you become.
Girl becomes woman. And in this period,all there is is confusion and emotional. It’s not set in stone like a bud, or a caterpillar. How simple it could be.
Life becomes one thing even as you are ever busy planning for it to become another. It is at these times, when you don’t realize where events and people are taking you, that all your planning proves itself fruitless.
I thought I could hide the feelings. Hide them from the world and ultimately myself. In the end, those bottled up emotions spill over the edge anyway, warping you to become a new person. But this person, is what you didn’t long to be from the start.
“wantta fuck?”jessie asked suddenly.of course i did.i always wanted to fuck jessie.not that she was that good of a lay.her highly erotic/flirtatious ways did not translate well into the bedroom.somehow her sexuality becomes a quite and just lay there and enjoy sort of thing.
It was horribly painful. My blood boiled as I felt every drop leave me…..
I passed out.
When I woke up, I looked the same, but I saw that I had grown fangs.
I had a strong desire. My instincts were shouting one command: Kill!
All I could think was: “What have I become?”
One becomes another. the rain becomes the snow the child becomes a man the flower becomes the dirt which becomes the flower again. I become dirt, and maybe a flower too?
everything becomes what it must. Transformations happen every day. The butterfly comes out of its cocoon to a new being. I will become whole in myself. Life keeps moving…
The world becomes something slowly new, as the world fades from country scape to cityscape. I never thought I’d really make it, thought I’d really leave here. But here I am driving away—-and leaving all the dirt roads behind.
people becomes. animals don’t. i’d like to become something cool–an animal with the power to be a human? A walrus? Seal. Not a butterfly-butterflies are queer. And breakable. I like duct tape. I
You were transforming before your very eyes. Your legs became longer…stronger…your entire body took on an agile form. You didn’t understand…your reflexes were heightening. You just felt pain, than the transformation was finished.
I become older. I grow. Becoming is difficult. Why shouldnt we have a choice of what we want to become, anyway? It’s not fair that we get to live once and have to struggle so hard to please everyone, sastify everybody. We should be able to do .. everything. We should have the ability to conquer the world.
Life becomes what you want it to be. Dont think too much just take it in stride. Make healthy decisions and dont be too hard on yourself. Afterall, there is no right or wrong just the consequences of our actions.
Everyone says how perfect she is, how much they wish they were her. But they don’t know her dark side, and the thing that she becomes at unpredictable times.
Life becomes what you want it to be. Dont think too much just take it in stride. Make healthy decisions and dont be too hard on yourself. Afterall, there is no right or wrong just the consequences of our actions.
becomes. what does that word even mean? does it mean that u have BECOME something or that you are ABOUT to become something or maybe, a large group of people have become something, which would mean they are a bunch of becomes.
now i tel you, that dont make no sense, but i tell you, there will be plenty more out there that will have weirder explnations than mine.
And the change is palpable like the introduction of salt, like a note of pain after impact like the cry of a child.
metamorphasis i becomes a butterfly when i crawl out of my cacoon… i used to be a catapillar but now life is better cause i can fly… i’m better off now a days as a butterfly
now what becomes of this
this impossible situation
that is so difficult for me to avoid
you there
me here
I just can’t explain the tension
though I wish I could for you
everything i do becomes something I have to worry about for someone else. becoming something you want to, or becoming something you arent. the difference isn’t very… big? But at the same time, I see it so clearly.
And I want to become. I’m obsessed with it, all day all night dear god I’m just trying to become. Ironically, here I am becoming and not sure I’m being or if I’m enough of a being and I just want me to let myself be.
in a world where anything becomes anything you end up becoming something that you did not expect to be and yet the whole world is becoming that nobody ever though ti would be why is that? why can’t we just become who we want but there are chocies that others make for us preventing us from becoming who we are supposed to be. o perhaps these other people are shaping us into who we are supposed to become? how are we supposed to become ourselves when we don’t even know who we are. Just like a catterpillar becomes a butterfly and a slug becomes nothing, I a teenager must become something else whether that becomes me or not i don’t know. Why do we have to become anything? why can’t we just sit around and become nothing? But that was never an option was it? I must become something though I suppose if i became a slob with no job and a life that will amount to nothing then I am still fulfilling my role to become something just not in the way one might be thinking
It becomes you the eye shadow you are wearing now
it does not become you though to wear a thong when your ass has more ground chuck than a meat packing plant.
Bang.
Hot metal tears through skin tears through flesh tears through bone, through the plaster of the wrecked, dirty motel room.
The man falls.
And he becomes a corpse.
All becomes confusion on the day you learn you will die. Good or bad, what have I done, does it matter I was here? Why and why again.
Amazing how one becomes something that was never fathomed only weeks before.
He becomes like an eagle- flying in the sky with no bounds or limits. Here, he is becoming, becoming something bigger and better than himself. Because when you’re becoming something other than yourself, you are becoming all that you should be.
Life becomes unbearable
when one ceases to understand
the walk of another
the needs of all
He becomes like an eagle- flying in the sky with no bounds or limits, creating a space all his own. When you;re flying you;re not really flying
banana becomes an elephant that climbs up a tree to see what it can and eats and entire plate of birds that have strangely enough already been prepared at the top by a Monkey named Tony who wants to be a chef when he grows
Everything becomes obsolete with time. As the years erode the past and unravel tradition. Sometimes we leave the moment of obsoleteness behind and receive and ineffectual tradition.
We all become… Let’s just hope that you become, not because you succumb, but because you persevere…
As the caterpillar becomes a butterfly it transforms from a large insect into a beautiful flying object.
As time passes, we become. Don’t know how or why, but one day you’ll look in the mirror and see the difference. It could be years, months or maybe even a few seconds. You’d see yourself and realize that this is exactly where you belong. It might hurt and it might not be perfect, but it will be where you become.
Caterpillar becomes butterfly, bud becomes flower, sprig becomes tree.
Girl becomes woman. And in this period,all there is is confusion and emotional. It’s not set in stone like a bud, or a caterpillar. How simple it could be.
He becomes king, his ascension is complete. In this moment years of anticipation and miles of uncertainty are quenched.
The mask you wear. So intricate. What have you become. What have you morphed into. A being, so full of treachery?
Life becomes one thing even as you are ever busy planning for it to become another. It is at these times, when you don’t realize where events and people are taking you, that all your planning proves itself fruitless.
I thought I could hide the feelings. Hide them from the world and ultimately myself. In the end, those bottled up emotions spill over the edge anyway, warping you to become a new person. But this person, is what you didn’t long to be from the start.
It hurts. The change. I know it’s inevitable, and I want to achieve it. But I’ll never get used to becoming more than I am now.
“wantta fuck?”jessie asked suddenly.of course i did.i always wanted to fuck jessie.not that she was that good of a lay.her highly erotic/flirtatious ways did not translate well into the bedroom.somehow her sexuality becomes a quite and just lay there and enjoy sort of thing.
everything becomes something else. everything goes through change no matter how subtle it is.
Whatever becomes of us will be.
It was horribly painful. My blood boiled as I felt every drop leave me…..
I passed out.
When I woke up, I looked the same, but I saw that I had grown fangs.
I had a strong desire. My instincts were shouting one command: Kill!
All I could think was: “What have I become?”
One becomes another. the rain becomes the snow the child becomes a man the flower becomes the dirt which becomes the flower again. I become dirt, and maybe a flower too?
Yo. Things become other things.
A caterpillar becomes a butterfly.
A baby becomes an adult.
A tadpole becomes a frog.
But only you become you.
The caterpillar becomes.
The butterfly spreads its wings and soars to freedom.
It flies away in the middle of winter.
It flies away to an illusion of freedom.
And death.
everything becomes what it must. Transformations happen every day. The butterfly comes out of its cocoon to a new being. I will become whole in myself. Life keeps moving…
The world becomes something slowly new, as the world fades from country scape to cityscape. I never thought I’d really make it, thought I’d really leave here. But here I am driving away—-and leaving all the dirt roads behind.
people becomes. animals don’t. i’d like to become something cool–an animal with the power to be a human? A walrus? Seal. Not a butterfly-butterflies are queer. And breakable. I like duct tape. I
You were transforming before your very eyes. Your legs became longer…stronger…your entire body took on an agile form. You didn’t understand…your reflexes were heightening. You just felt pain, than the transformation was finished.
I become older. I grow. Becoming is difficult. Why shouldnt we have a choice of what we want to become, anyway? It’s not fair that we get to live once and have to struggle so hard to please everyone, sastify everybody. We should be able to do .. everything. We should have the ability to conquer the world.
Life becomes what you want it to be. Dont think too much just take it in stride. Make healthy decisions and dont be too hard on yourself. Afterall, there is no right or wrong just the consequences of our actions.
Everyone says how perfect she is, how much they wish they were her. But they don’t know her dark side, and the thing that she becomes at unpredictable times.
Life becomes what you want it to be. Dont think too much just take it in stride. Make healthy decisions and dont be too hard on yourself. Afterall, there is no right or wrong just the consequences of our actions.
becomes. what does that word even mean? does it mean that u have BECOME something or that you are ABOUT to become something or maybe, a large group of people have become something, which would mean they are a bunch of becomes.
now i tel you, that dont make no sense, but i tell you, there will be plenty more out there that will have weirder explnations than mine.