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Amy Duckworth Oct 2018
Web
We are like spiders making our own web we call home;
That web is one of life.
If our web is destoried,
We get to build it again;
But some are unfortunate and are destroyed with it.
Life is like a web,
And we are the spiders spinning it.
moon child Oct 2018
Grace and poise
abounding.

Fear instilled
belated.

Lamented life
impassive.

Rationale in
liquidation.

A life without
proposal.

Death in all its
splendor.
Inspired by Billie Eilish
Kit Scott Sep 2018
Liquid silk drips from my fingers
My thirty eager fingers
Playing thirty eager chords
on my white and sprawling harp

Plucking at the strings
Like threads fine
silver and white
they shine
(it is night)

It is night and the world is dark
but for glimmering on my harp a single light
lamp like spotlight, hot overhead
i stretch my toes where they balance me on the ropes

sitting by cold glass
i watch the word go by
with my eight beady eyes
and wait for that promising fly
(it is night)

It is night and the word is still
but for my fingers plucking at the strings
of a heart-harp-home, contrast to my dark-clothed figure
silhouetted in the windowsill where i have a woven a tiny, quiet song
do you see me? ive been there for a while
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Black Widow Spider.


Secrete your deceit, like a Black Widow Spider,
But I shall not become the husband you devour.
Your web I shall not become entombed in.
I have no wish to be mummified;
Do not try to keep me.


For you are wrong,
If you believe you are worthy of my love.
You’ve clearly become deranged, because of the drugs.
You’ve never even tried, to give me true love
And now I’ve simply had enough.


For my heart is huge and my love is endless,
Whilst your love is only ever temporary
And every promise you’ve made, you’ve broken it.


You say you’re flirtatious, you’re no longer a man eater,
But you sleep with any man who comes onto you
And you expect us to still be together?


Leave me now; go find all the ****** partners you want.
I shall go in search of my true love.
You can let them use your body, whilst you’re still young and easy,
But I need a woman, who is mature enough to get married.


She and I will have lots of ***, plus love and devotion,
Understanding, honesty, showing true emotions,
A closeness, a fondness, completely knowing each other,
Someone to hold hands with, someone to truly explore,
In every way imaginable.


And you my Black Widow Spider?
Well, occasionally you’ll go and get ******.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
The spider on the wall,
in the web of a fantasy,
spinning dreams of guile.
Spider is the black hole of my solar system –
a monstrous mass ready to warp me
in its delusion.

Light surpassed
darkened thoughts of deceit
like a flitting meteor.
On its many unseen wings
it sails faster than the meteor.

Light crashed into the spider
dozing in the web of hallucination.
Its barbed hairy legs
singed in the boiling bubble of light.

The light’s swift hands
pulled me out of the black hole,
diffused in me
it's springs of glory.
I became light’s soulmate
to birth more lights
to tame the black holes
of my solar system.
J Oaks Sep 2018
Spider
and Beetle
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Tired
and feeble
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Spider
and Beetle
Blade Maiden Sep 2018

Is it wrong to feel
it all unfold
to want my tongue to peel
off the words that have been foretold
to let my chest burst open
feel the nectar of flowers all find their place within
My body's nothing more than a token
caught in darkness for far too long my lively swarm has been

And oh, the misery
I can't let them out
The only bliss, you see
is when the humming isn't so loud
But today my ears can't take the noise
my body aches, its been holding and breaking
I thought somewhere in all that buzzing I heard a voice
But I'm afraid I'm just anothers nest in the making

In my dreams I see my bees leaving
they all fly away
and I can't blame the spider for weaving
turning this hive into her own flowery array
Soon this place might as well be forgotten
for I know nothing about actual flowers
and they will all be rotten
and there over my lost mind an old tree towers

This tree will be my grave
I shall be buried alive
til something may save
the leftovers of my overgrown heart, this bee hive
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