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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.
emnabee Sep 4
I checked the birdhouse yesterday,
where the little bird had decided to stay.
I discovered she had flown away.

Spiderwebs covered the circle
where she used to exit and enter.
The web reached out to the branches.
It clung like bony, sticky fingers.

Scary, I thought,
as I felt my heart sink.

I brushed away the web
and cut the birdhouse from the limb.

It dropped down
onto the grass
and the lid fell open.

A giant spider crawled out,
scurried away.

I could hardly look.
Was she inside?
Dead and dry?

A little padded nest
covered in thick web
was all that remained.

I lifted it out with the scissors.
I threw it away.

She flew the nest
That’s all

It’s ok.
It’s not haunted.
It’s not cursed.
She moved on.
It could be worse.

It’s ok
It’s ok

I’ll clean it later.
Maybe she will return
in time.
Next spring.

Maybe not.
We’ll see.
Fall introduces itself.
Morning sun rises, here he comes
All night I have waited
Waiting for him to wake from his slumber

He is old, frail in need of company
She left him for a place in the clouds
Never a smile only a frown

I long to say good day
Its lonely on the web
Waiting to snare a bug
On the silken strands I call home

He shuffles his feet along the rug
I watch it all high upon the ceiling
Wishing for a glance upon my web

He never see's me
I see him with all eight eyes
Mr Mccoy, That's what I call him

He makes a cup of tea
I stretch a few legs hoping he will notice
The kettle boils, steam burns my feet
I scuttle to the top as beads form
Like raindrops on silver strings

His tender eyes peer out glass panes
Watching his crop, Old Mr Mccoy
Deep lines mark his face, thoughts of her mark his mind

Eight legs, no way to hug
If only he would see a friend in me

A picture of her, a tear shed
I spin my web, lowering
Closer and closer to his head

"Mr Mccoy ill be your friend!"
No words can I make to fall on death ears
He takes his tea and leaves me be

Tomorrow he might look up
Ill be ready, waiting on my web.
A little story of a spider who just wants a friend.
Dan Beyer Aug 12
wee spinning spider
her webbing the line of time
laced with dew like pearls
the world magnified in spheres
I am caught in the beauty
Pyrrha Aug 11
I liquidate my words with love
As I drink and dine with you
To poison you with my perfect drug
The only stable cure for a world of webs
While you may be caught in mine
I'm no spider but a simple butterfly
Meant to drink the nectar bleeding from your genuinity
I'm writing this at 3 am and I have stayed up till 5am every night this whole month. I can't tell if my words are ready or if i'm delusional from exhaustion.
You loved me
just like the
Singing melodies
and soft
spoken words
Woo me and
me with hate
into your
web of
lies and

- SkullsNBones
From my instagram
Nathalie Aug 4
"In your web sleeps all the memories of your heart. How is your web strengthened every day by the myriad of thoughts and beliefs that flirt at the edge of your consciousness. What are the stories from which you draw your strength, humility, joy and compassion. The whole of your heart is that by which your world becomes colored in hues of your own emotions and dreams."

Maxim Keyfman Jul 28
eludes time slips away
as if a snake were like a piano
like stars outside the window
like lonely oak
time slips away from me

and what is time and what is a day
what does it mean to slip away
what does it mean a snake and piano
what does such a star mean
and what is true solitude

eludes time eludes
disappears disappears like a spider's thread
as its core as its web
As his house is abandoned and new
built in february onward

Maxim Keyfman Jul 25
my back is healed
because sweat is climbing like a snake
but it's summer and here it is
here it crawls like a spider
and the web here it floats
like a shark in the sky
and now among the clouds
she will eat her cherished fish

my back is healed
and the feet themselves live
and my eyes fell directly into the pan
tomorrow I'll cook dinner for breakfast
tomorrow there will be gourmet pancakes
and then what will happen next
but it is not at all clear and it has never been clear
can the death that occurred just yesterday
or the death that has come yet
to my cherished birth under the apostles

Vexren4000 Jul 8
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