Eggs in my Brain ??

The little hairs that are placed all over their body and they way their legs moved made me swirm all over. As a child, i had plenty of fears like darkness, clowns, and monsters, but spiders where the number one. Squishing the little black aracnid under my foot gave me chills as i could feel it crunching under the rubber of my shoe. The fear started when my brother told me a story that give me the willies. Before he let me in on this story, spiders weren't such a big deal to me. I sometimes would actually take daddy long legs and pick of the legs one by one and watch them move after the detatchment from their body. As my brother told me this story i became horrified. He told me that some lady was sleeping in her bed one night and not aware that a spider was crawling into her ear and eventually entering her brain. There the spider laid eggs which eventually hatched. After awhile, the lady passed away. By the end of this horrific story, i was in tears. How in the world could i sit there and pluck legs out of a spider when it would plant eggs in my brain. From then on, spiders have been and always will be my biggest fear.

my definition of a PoEm **

Hello there,

So I'm supposed to write a blog about i think a poem is. Well there are a toooon of answers for this question. To me, a poem is something meaningful. Most poems that i have read have meaning to them. They can put you in a place and time, and almost make you feel like you're really there. But there are also poems that have hidden and secret meanings to them. Those are the hardest to understand, but when you do, it feels nice. Almost like you understand those person's thoughts. For people who write poems, its almost a way to express themselves without really talking to a certain someone. It also helps unjumble emotions that they might have. Most poems are trying to tell people something. Whether it's important or just a random bit of information. The way i see it, poems are almost like a personal journal writen in poem format.


until next time,


Kurrr