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Pyrrha Aug 2018
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.
Kathryn Irene Aug 2018
You loved me
just like the
rest
Singing melodies
and soft
spoken words
Woo me and
entangle
me with hate
into your
web of
lies and
deceit

- SkullsNBones
From my instagram
www.instagram.com/SkullsNB0nes
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
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

28.07.18
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
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

25.07.18
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
When we going
We look a sky
a sun
and sometimes
sea too
When we going
to home
Going - sad
Going - trouble and
Depression
Depression
Why

Oh! Love - killing everything
Oh love - killing me
Killing your friend
Killing your darlings
Oh love - killing all

Hope - trap
Hope - blood
Happines like a web
And love - spider

Oh Love - killing everything
Oh love - killing me
Killing your friend
Killing your darlings
Oh love killing all

2017
Joe Momma May 2018
A little bumblebee
Caught in spider's silk
Sings the call of his people.
Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany
     to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children
     (and second oldest heir)

     Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks,
asper his two most controversial publications
     titled The Communist Manifesto,
     and Das Kapital

which political philosophy
     incubating seeds of self destruction didst birth
doctrines of class struggle,
     historical materialism, dearth

of equitable wealth, and inherent
     contradictions of industrial capital
     distributed unevenly
     across avast swath of Earth

thus inviting his perspective
     (conveniently exploited,
     mined, and usurped) advocating
     the working class (proletariat)

     to expedite organized revolutionary action
to topple capitalism and bring about
     socio-economic emancipation,
where wages of sin exchanged for labor bled

fingers to the bone life source, viz proletariat
     till slaving laborer nearly became gratefully dead  
despite being cased in 12 point
     Times New Roman garb, who incessantly fed

insatiably maws of production,
     (no way to get a supportive talking head)
particularly highlighted
     within schema of Capitalism),

     a predominant paradigm
     stratifying society led
to internal tensions engendered
     between bourgeoisie red

dilly controlling means
     of production codified as said
as die a critical approach Marx coined
     as historical materialism,

    where figurative landmines forced one to tread
gingerly, thus above stated philosophy
     would supposedly lead down the road
     where self destruction wrought marriage
     birthing Socialism offspring from shot gun wed

     ding, thus coaxing eventual establishment
of classless communist society meant
to establish free association of producers who spent
exchanging merchandise amidst classless
     campy population hood pitched a tent.
she drove a block
through the middle
of my man and I
she performed it with a
callousness of ply

into his heart
she wormed her way
not a bit of feeling for
me did she display
all the time pretending
to be my friend
but only doing that
in benefiting her own end

she got what she
wanted so badly
my man fell into
her arms gladly
she hooked him
as a seductress
he was so readily
reeled into her caress

she robbed
she robbed
she robbed me blind
she pulled off the greatest robbery
robbing me blind

she took the love
of my life without any regard
only ever caring
for her home yard
she never gave a
thought to my emotions
when using her
sensual potions

my man she did
shrewdly impound
spinning her spider web
around and around
out of our bed
he did stray
she had the bait which
caused our love to fray

she robbed
she robbed
she robbed me blind
she pulled off the greatest robbery
robbing me blind
A poem written in the first person.
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