Unsettled

"When a male black  widow wants to mate,he climbs on to the web of a female and dances if she accepts his invitation he inseminates her,in many cases when it's all over the male spider will hoist himself onto the fangs of the female and accepts paralysis like a gift and willingly becomes something she can eat during her pregnancy When a male and female termite decide to reproduce,they take the mating flight,they join together,leave their colonies and procreate in mid-air.After fertilization they land and break their own wings making it impossible for them to ever fly with anyone else again.Insects are finding love to the point of pain or even death. Buh' what's crazy is..............                     You can't ev'n text me back"        ↠Dias↟Lawson↟Cooper All Def Poetry//Text me back Bravery is seeing the world not as it is, but as it should be. -Sue Sylvester. Glee. To the ...

"We'll be charm itself" -Clarrise Renaldi  Princess diaries. I often look at relics of my past self,birthday cards,photos,appreciation day sticky notes going on and on about my occupation as a radiant beam of sunlight.It's bitter-sweet really,the bitter thinking how I've just become a faint shadow of my past self,my life growing more complicated as the years rush by with unexplainable haste.The sweet being growth,gaining wisdom,the triumphs the Good Lord placed upon my path and that through the wear and tear of the journey,I still stand. But life was really simple back then,way more than we gave it credit for.But nope,we spat at the simplicity.We had to try on the high heels,and mommy's lipstick.We had to carve out those big dreams for our future self,the ones that bore the expectations that we never quite seem able to live up to.We had to frown at those height charts whenever we didn't wake up an inch taller.And where are we now,circling at the...

    Sure you can buy me a drink,    I'm a feminist honey,not an idiot.        Well,aren't you feisty, lady problems?    Yea,the wage gap. The F word .You must be thinking I'm about to unveil my plan for female world domination or go on about the forthcoming extinction of men. I hate to be such a let down, and not live up to the Feminazi image our delightful patriarchal society has created for you. You know the I hate men,                        I don't shave my legs,                        I have an incurable broken heart.                        Marriage is a form of female oppression.                        Flattery disgusts me and I despise any form of femininity ...

She was not a miracle,she was not an adventure She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. I don't cry as much as I mean to, It's a weakness. There's nothing more soothing than to turn the lights off,and in the stillness and the darkness,bawl your head off. Dry up the wells of tears,the wells of emotions.Both good and bad. And with the sole company of your thoughts,reassure yourself back to safety,reassure yourself back to comfort,back to 'keeping it together. Then after this your self medication,stare out into the bleakness,make out shadows in the abyss of night,spin a little humor into that which clouded your day,Sigh or just think of the 'perhaps',the possibility that the next day might bring. Ah,the sun will come out tomorrow,and that blissful tomorrow was only one dark and lonely night away. And then your thoughts put down your healed and heavy laden self to sleep.A hopeful sleep, the kind Annie experienced everyday in...

I want him to lay me down on the lid, of the finest grand piano And play me the blues. There's nothing to writing,you just sit at a typewriter and bleed. The paraphrased words of Hemingway.  I feel a tingling in my fingers,as with each letter I put in,I peel back the fences that jealously guard my soul and I watch it pour out before me and flood the screen. I'm often asked how come despite my vision being far from the seemingly perfect 20/20 I never go about life buried behind my thick-rimmed glasses.The answer to this has evolved over the years.I started wearing glasses at the age of 9,I can still hear Mrs Meaney asking if I wanted to put my blush specs case in her 'special drawer'.I still remember wondering whether she now saw me as somewhat deficient,deserving of special treatment. The answer has not only evolved but also gathered depth with each passing year as an antique clock would dust.The thing people don't understand is that I don't nee...