The chrysalis seemed to glare at me. I knew that wasn’t really possible. But in the frame of mind I was in everything seemed to be accusing me. Everyone and everything seemed to know about my indiscretion. But of course that wasn’t true. ONly guilt will do that to you.
Wha the heck is chrysalis, Amy asked her friend. She shook er head as she gazed into the store front window at the huge wooden sign with the word carved out in graceful letters.
I don’t know what this word means. It sounds like a disease or something to do with crystals. Or a salt soloution. I’m listening to the Shins, I don’t really like the Shins. I’m meeting him again tomorrow, then he goes back to the states.
We hadn’t seen any in the garden in years. The butterflies in the area seemed to go astray when Mom’s garden got moved from the side yard to the back. But when I saw the chrysalis hanging from the bush behind the kitchen, we were ecstatic.
i am always inspired by the idea of beginning again or starting over and hope someday to turn into a beautiful butterfly and float away to see the things i will never see in my lifetime. I love this!
Empty, old, discarded. Like a rotting chrysalis, that was how I felt after she left me that morning. Used and abused for her own satisfaction, devoid of life. As if all the energy and my complete soul was sucked out of me by a succubus. Never did I think about the consequences of my act, never could I imagine such desolation, such emptiness after she was gone
Oh my goodness. I feel so ignorant. I don’t even know what this word means. Let me see, what do I think it means. Sounds like a flower maybe. What percentage of people, if 100 people were asked, would know the meaning of this word?
As the insect emerged from her chrysalis, she spread her golden wings and erupted into space. As she departed, her former nest shattered and became a pile of dust.
Is a beautiful word. It’s the shell that holds a butterfly larva until it becomes a butterfly. I think the word is also visually pleasing. Upon first glance, it’s hard to know how to pronounce it. I’m surprised more people don’t have this as a name for their daughters. Perhaps celebrities or ghetto black women.
chrysalis. a small encasement, a crystallized film over you as you reach a crescendo of being, your growth now painted balmy and sparkling, hiding, waiting to emerge, immersed within this self-endowed womb. you are alone.
Chrysalis? Remind me of butterflies, twirling, spinning, fluttering. Magic dust in the air from their brightly coloured wings. Chrysalis as a word seems full of magic, natural magic, which in my opinion, doesn’t have enough worth in this world.
The sky was turning darker, she pulled the shades and closed out the last of the dying light. Somehow, it made things better when it was dark by HER choice. Curling up on the couch she wrapped the blanket around herself just a little tighter than usual. Closing her eyes she thought … maybe tomorrow will be different.
a cocoon, a home during transition, a beautiful aid to transformation, a process through which I flow often. transform me, take me through the process, so I can come out better than I went in
i have no idea what this word means. i want to say it looks like it would be some type of disease or maybe a flower. i dont know. i am going to think that it is a yellow flower that only blooms at noon everyday. that is in my dream world. oh me. i would like some chrysalis on my birthday please.
dear chrysalis, you will moult and wilt but then you will soar, blossoming into the sky like highlights in the sun. you will never look back at who you once were; you will forever be content with the beauty you now possess. you are eternal. you are loved. you must believe.
a car? It’s not a gcar but that is the first thing I thought of. Now that I am thinking more clearly I am thinking of butterflies and freedom. Butterflies are free aren’t they? Free from stuff. I wish I were free from stuff. It weighs me down. If I had less stuff I would have more space and time and money. Boo on stuff. stuff stinks. Ok, I guess I have more time left….
I know this is about butterflies and shit but who the hell buys a crystal vase for your wedding AFTER someone else already bought it and registered it as purchased. What are you freaking stupid?
The chrysalis hun in the tree, gleeming in the light covering of dew. She wondered how something so simple could posisbly look so beautiful. It was both a simple of deatha nd a simble of life. A simbol of one thing ending and another beginning
Maria stared at the green chrysalis hanging from the branch of the cherry tree in her backyard. Inside it was a butterfly, or rather, what would become a butterfly. She wondered what it would look like, this creature that was hibernating, growing inside this tiny green pod.
i hate it. i have no idea why she wants to name our daughter chrysalis, but i just have to figure out a way to change her mind. i guess a nickname would be chris, but still. it’s just some hippy dippy shit, might as well name her sunset.
My time had come. It felt a little weird, but it was time to leave my safe cocoon. I didn’t know what would happen after I emerged. Something horrible? Then I flew.
A new beginning. The butterfly shed its chry and spread its wings. A minute is a long time. ooops I forgot to start the flash timer.
She flapped once and flew away from the milkweed.
As she emerged from the gestation pod, Rick raised his rifle. As much as this was a “miracle of life” -according to the doctor-on this world you can’t be too careful.
The chrysalis opened, and the form inside stepped out. It was tall, lithe lie a willow tree. Long hair hung ot the floor, dragging along, leaving slime trails to mar the hardwood.
Sarah stood along facing it, watching as it advanced towards her. The moon shone through the window, highlighing the beasts’ features and she aimed with her fork.
The butterfly emerges from the chrysalis like I do from your arms in the morning, more beautiful, more my true self, free to fly away into the warm morning sun. A new life, not better, but forever changed.
The chrysalis seemed to glare at me. I knew that wasn’t really possible. But in the frame of mind I was in everything seemed to be accusing me. Everyone and everything seemed to know about my indiscretion. But of course that wasn’t true. ONly guilt will do that to you.
Wha the heck is chrysalis, Amy asked her friend. She shook er head as she gazed into the store front window at the huge wooden sign with the word carved out in graceful letters.
For in your arms I find that all the evils of this universe are far, far away.
I remain yours.
I don’t know what this word means. It sounds like a disease or something to do with crystals. Or a salt soloution. I’m listening to the Shins, I don’t really like the Shins. I’m meeting him again tomorrow, then he goes back to the states.
We hadn’t seen any in the garden in years. The butterflies in the area seemed to go astray when Mom’s garden got moved from the side yard to the back. But when I saw the chrysalis hanging from the bush behind the kitchen, we were ecstatic.
a flower?
a way of life?
type of glass?
A beginning.
An end.
Not sure.
a record label that had some great acts but sadly died due to lack of faith and investment
i am always inspired by the idea of beginning again or starting over and hope someday to turn into a beautiful butterfly and float away to see the things i will never see in my lifetime. I love this!
gold cacoon bees wrapped in a cacoon what the hell is this word why cant i get a real word
where is my lawyer
the beautiful butterfly emerges ready to soar on beautiful wings of golden thread
Empty, old, discarded. Like a rotting chrysalis, that was how I felt after she left me that morning. Used and abused for her own satisfaction, devoid of life. As if all the energy and my complete soul was sucked out of me by a succubus. Never did I think about the consequences of my act, never could I imagine such desolation, such emptiness after she was gone
caught in the soft safety of home’s comfort
i seek freedom of a different sort
it needs more telling
is there more time left????????
Oh my goodness. I feel so ignorant. I don’t even know what this word means. Let me see, what do I think it means. Sounds like a flower maybe. What percentage of people, if 100 people were asked, would know the meaning of this word?
i’m not sure what it mean to be honest, it conjours up in my mind things like…. ahh screw it no one cares what i think.
As the insect emerged from her chrysalis, she spread her golden wings and erupted into space. As she departed, her former nest shattered and became a pile of dust.
Is a beautiful word. It’s the shell that holds a butterfly larva until it becomes a butterfly. I think the word is also visually pleasing. Upon first glance, it’s hard to know how to pronounce it. I’m surprised more people don’t have this as a name for their daughters. Perhaps celebrities or ghetto black women.
A pretty flower thingy or the residue from a pupa
chrysalis. a small encasement, a crystallized film over you as you reach a crescendo of being, your growth now painted balmy and sparkling, hiding, waiting to emerge, immersed within this self-endowed womb. you are alone.
Chrysalis? Remind me of butterflies, twirling, spinning, fluttering. Magic dust in the air from their brightly coloured wings. Chrysalis as a word seems full of magic, natural magic, which in my opinion, doesn’t have enough worth in this world.
The sky was turning darker, she pulled the shades and closed out the last of the dying light. Somehow, it made things better when it was dark by HER choice. Curling up on the couch she wrapped the blanket around herself just a little tighter than usual. Closing her eyes she thought … maybe tomorrow will be different.
a cocoon, a home during transition, a beautiful aid to transformation, a process through which I flow often. transform me, take me through the process, so I can come out better than I went in
as i emerged from her chrysalis she looked at me strangely, as if there was more to say. I knew she stole my wallet. In the future I’ll remember her.
i have no idea what this word means. i want to say it looks like it would be some type of disease or maybe a flower. i dont know. i am going to think that it is a yellow flower that only blooms at noon everyday. that is in my dream world. oh me. i would like some chrysalis on my birthday please.
Change is inevitable.
dear chrysalis, you will moult and wilt but then you will soar, blossoming into the sky like highlights in the sun. you will never look back at who you once were; you will forever be content with the beauty you now possess. you are eternal. you are loved. you must believe.
a car? It’s not a gcar but that is the first thing I thought of. Now that I am thinking more clearly I am thinking of butterflies and freedom. Butterflies are free aren’t they? Free from stuff. I wish I were free from stuff. It weighs me down. If I had less stuff I would have more space and time and money. Boo on stuff. stuff stinks. Ok, I guess I have more time left….
Reminds me of middle school, learning about bugs and such. It is a beautiful term, I think, because I love butterflies.
I know this is about butterflies and shit but who the hell buys a crystal vase for your wedding AFTER someone else already bought it and registered it as purchased. What are you freaking stupid?
Let’s exit this chrysalis of self-discovery and discover each other.
The chrysalis hun in the tree, gleeming in the light covering of dew. She wondered how something so simple could posisbly look so beautiful. It was both a simple of deatha nd a simble of life. A simbol of one thing ending and another beginning
Maria stared at the green chrysalis hanging from the branch of the cherry tree in her backyard. Inside it was a butterfly, or rather, what would become a butterfly. She wondered what it would look like, this creature that was hibernating, growing inside this tiny green pod.
i hate it. i have no idea why she wants to name our daughter chrysalis, but i just have to figure out a way to change her mind. i guess a nickname would be chris, but still. it’s just some hippy dippy shit, might as well name her sunset.
My time had come. It felt a little weird, but it was time to leave my safe cocoon. I didn’t know what would happen after I emerged. Something horrible? Then I flew.
A new beginning. The butterfly shed its chry and spread its wings. A minute is a long time. ooops I forgot to start the flash timer.
She flapped once and flew away from the milkweed.
As she emerged from the gestation pod, Rick raised his rifle. As much as this was a “miracle of life” -according to the doctor-on this world you can’t be too careful.
The chrysalis opened, and the form inside stepped out. It was tall, lithe lie a willow tree. Long hair hung ot the floor, dragging along, leaving slime trails to mar the hardwood.
Sarah stood along facing it, watching as it advanced towards her. The moon shone through the window, highlighing the beasts’ features and she aimed with her fork.
Sugar crystals glistening sweet torpid diabetic slumber wrapped around and around until the end.
held inside,
secret, kept safe,
hidden from view.
concealing an unimaginable beauty.
safe. secret. hidden.
only to be seen in time.
patience.
The butterfly emerges from the chrysalis like I do from your arms in the morning, more beautiful, more my true self, free to fly away into the warm morning sun. A new life, not better, but forever changed.
She emerged slowly into the too bright sunlight. Surely, surely, it would burn her up; her delicate new wings alight when she rises aloft at last.