So I felt like sharing something random.

I was playing with my new ben-wa balls, small little golden sweethearts they are, and when I was ready to remove them, only one popped out. The other was 'trapped', as it were, by my NuvaRing.

I find that somewhat amusing. So I thought you might find it amusing too.

Poetry: Butterflies

Title: Butterflies
Genre: nature poetry, personification
Theme: nature, transcience
Comments: I was thinking about butterflies one day for some reason, and remembered a scene in Guardians of the West in the Mallorean, where Ce'Nedra is in the lake, and her face is upturned and a butterfly flies over her face. Then I thought about this documentary about butterflies, and after the major fest of coming out the cocoon, drinking a lot of flower stuff, flying around like crazy, and fucking, butterflies die. Well, the males do, the females will die after laying the eggs. Sometimes a female will barely be out of the cocoon and still drying out her wings when a male comes to mate with her. Like, she's just there minding her own business, and this butterfly comes by, unfs her a few times, and leaves. And after their little life-cycle is done, they just drop down, stagger, and die. Saw it on TV, like, so many butterflies on te ground flopping or laying dead. I found that kinda crazy.

There were a lot of problems with this, mostly to do with the uneven rhyme scheme. I'd also been reading some Oscar Wilde prior, so his language is in there, too.

( Butterflies )