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I've got spiders crawling inside my head
They've got me like a moth struggling against their webs

And it's so hypnotizing the way I suffer
And it's so comforting the way I punish myself
I've got spiders crawling inside my head
They've got me like a moth struggling against their webs

And it's so hypnotizing the way I suffer
And it's so comforting the way I punish myself
Nigdaw Aug 29
she pirouettes on the edge of shadows
dancing in the light
danger lurks in dark corners
beauty unappreciated
the only colour in the room
seen only as a meal
begging for the trap
of silken ropes tied tight
around a beautiful body
so life can be snuffed out
I take my shower and watch
should I intervene
or let nature take it's course
Norman Crane Aug 15
crazy moth crashes
against the bright hot light bulb
until it's ashes
Nigdaw Aug 11
I swat futilely at the moth
whose larvae happily eat
my bedroom carpet
here for my nightly ritual
antacid
teeth clean
bed
suddenly I wonder
at my own mortality
where is this all going
then I smell it again
odour of rancid sweat
only in one small area
but no mistake
it feels as though the moths
and someone have unfinished
business here
a carpet to eat
a life not long enough
to achieve everything
still hanging on
not quite ready to leave
so maybe we never have enough time
to be satisfied
still, no heartburn tonight
and my breath is minty fresh
(I can almost hear those buggers chewing
as I go to sleep)
Norman Crane Aug 7
why do you have wings
if not to fly? /  for me to
pin you down by—
Diljeev May 21
No more sinking in your eyes
no whispers in my ears,
perhaps it should've
stayed with me
in all my years,
it's the next best thing,
in this world of lies.
In each waking moment,
in every drop of daylight
fading you are,
stains on a wet cloth,
burning you are,
I embrace, I hold fast
embracing the dying light,
saving it with all my life,
a yearning moth.
They say you don't know what you have til it's gone
Can only see it after you have moved on
Find the truth a millisecond too late
Realizing love you let go was already great
Just by looking at the past it's clear we were meant to be
But your curiosity and doubt caused you to set me free
You put on your shoes and walked out the door
Now you waltz back in expecting things to be like before
I've always felt the same about you and I will until I die
But that doesn't mean I should let your behavior make me cry
I need to respect myself enough to finally walk away
Because my heart is not a deck of cards or an instrument to play
Nobody else will ever be able to make my eyes light up like you
But I am sick of being taken for granted and that's what you consistently do
I am drawn to your presence worse than a moth to flame
But if I go running back to you I have no one but myself to blame
But you are an electric bug zapper and I am about to get electrocuted
Payton Feb 24
There once was
a moth that
had wings
of crystal
and when
he tried to fly,
he always dropped to the ground
and shattered into a million pieces.

Sometimes, I feel like that moth.

But I look into your
eyes and see
the
magic
that rests there
and I remember that
moths are beautiful, and
even when broken, crystals
are beautiful, too.
This poem was written in 2016.
Amy Perry Feb 24
I chose you
Like the butterfly
Chose the sun.
Like the moth is
Nocturnally drawn
To the moon
And any other
Illuminated illusion.
Frenetically chasing
In a trance-like dance,
We wade through
Day and night
Like winged creatures.
Expressive messengers,
Speaking a language
In metaphor
Available to all
Who can hear
Symbols and scriptures
Written by an architect
Keen enough on details
To give day and night
Its doting darlings.
abp
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