#arachnid - Hello Poetry

It was silk that was choked on, It was wind which was blowing. For the fly never is caught Until the act of consumption! Yet, if by consumption, Is the spider itself conditioned? What few arachnids shall spin no web, Like few snakes whom have no venom. Defanged or deglanded, I suppose only fools make distinction Between either of them. Yet, if by the action, Is the hand itself also conditioned?

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Apr 17, 2025

Apr 17, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Soft Hands, Brother.

It was silk that was choked on, It was wind which was blowing. For the fly never is caught Until the act of consumption! Yet, if by consumption, Is the spider itself conditioned? What few arachnids shall spin no web, Like few snakes whom have no venom. Defanged or deglanded, I suppose only fools make distinction Between either of them. Yet, if by the action, Is the hand itself also conditioned?

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he runs across the floor eight legged little beastie one of nature's nightmare tools a necessary evil, clean-up module I leave him alone, as much right as I to this lonely landing in moonlight

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Mar 19, 2022

Mar 19, 2022 at 3:44 PM UTC

nigdaw

arachnid

he runs across the floor eight legged little beastie one of nature's nightmare tools a necessary evil, clean-up module I leave him alone, as much right as I to this lonely landing in moonlight

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Kindred transformation correlates experience to my canidae companion life is a pit bull husky mix loyal roamer fierce friend running through thorn bushes in the hushed hilly countryside unaware of speeding cars and demonic dog catchers populating the arachnid cityscape. I chase a rabbit to said city keeping my dog head with me so I can only see in black and white a transformative color palette allowing an allowance for my breed to take the maximum instead of its needs. A dastardly deal is done in daylight for spiders to be dogs and dogs, spiders splitting spoils of both species syndicating society by painfully punishing unfamiliar families. Four legged frenzy in my feet fortifies me from eight legged monsters in the street slinging webs of concrete— a wanderer's kennel terrifying terrarium trapping wasps and butterflies masticating maliciously reproducing rapidly trap door spiders create black widows and envelope stray dogs in white cloaks. My vigilance guides serpentine movement strafing from treacherous entanglement of the tarantula treaty offering silk cocoons claimed to be for safety at the price of my mobility. I must return to the warm glow that helps me see even if that means crawling through the sewers and eating from the trash to emerge from the thorn bushes that tear off my jackal costume as the sun cleanses my wounds uncovering cloud counting capability accumulating cumulus compatriots and oak marchers waving green flags showing they can prosper with tranquility but these flags draw insects that eat contentedly until there's enough ingesting in sects to draw spiders.

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Sep 28, 2021

Sep 28, 2021 at 11:23 PM UTC

andrew-rueter

Arachnid Dogs

Kindred transformation correlates experience to my canidae companion life is a pit bull husky mix loyal roamer fierce friend running through thorn bushes in the hushed hilly countryside unaware of speeding cars and demonic dog catchers populating the arachnid cityscape. I chase a rabbit to said city keeping my dog head with me so I can only see in black and white a transformative color palette allowing an allowance for my breed to take the maximum instead of its needs. A dastardly deal is done in daylight for spiders to be dogs and dogs, spiders splitting spoils of both species syndicating society by painfully punishing unfamiliar families. Four legged frenzy in my feet fortifies me from eight legged monsters in the street slinging webs of concrete— a wanderer's kennel terrifying terrarium trapping wasps and butterflies masticating maliciously reproducing rapidly trap door spiders create black widows and envelope stray dogs in white cloaks. My vigilance guides serpentine movement strafing from treacherous entanglement of the tarantula treaty offering silk cocoons claimed to be for safety at the price of my mobility. I must return to the warm glow that helps me see even if that means crawling through the sewers and eating from the trash to emerge from the thorn bushes that tear off my jackal costume as the sun cleanses my wounds uncovering cloud counting capability accumulating cumulus compatriots and oak marchers waving green flags showing they can prosper with tranquility but these flags draw insects that eat contentedly until there's enough ingesting in sects to draw spiders.

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suspended in the air creations of your own kind of flight wispy strands protect and feed you the weary that are trapped by your game crawling and weaving, flightless yet flying, ever graceful, the spider and his web.

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Sep 15, 2019

Sep 15, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC

cea1703

webs of flight

suspended in the air creations of your own kind of flight wispy strands protect and feed you the weary that are trapped by your game crawling and weaving, flightless yet flying, ever graceful, the spider and his web.

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Grace and poise abounding. Fear instilled belated. Lamented life impassive. Rationale in liquidation. A life without proposal. Death in all its splendor.

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Oct 1, 2018

Oct 1, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC

moon-child8z

Arachnid

Grace and poise abounding. Fear instilled belated. Lamented life impassive. Rationale in liquidation. A life without proposal. Death in all its splendor.

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Restless alphabet staggering in this mist, mischief and debauchery, until it gets closer to midnight, I'll keep my fingers flirting with the skirt sitting on my knees. Lonely invaders, they've been, searching for the words inside of me, in my heart I've got my dictionary guarded with the strongest adjectives from my unspoken vocabulary. I'll keep my fingers flirting, it's about time to eat dessert, I'll have two servings of the girl sitting on my knees And about this time of night, I try and survive, is this oblivion that I'm supposed to achieve? I smoke, drink, and trip until my spaceship begins to lift, then I set my transmission up to hyper-speed. There's lust in the air, and I've got dessert I won't share, a **** girl in a skirt, my fingers climbing towards the heaven between her knees. Backwards ways, today is the last time. I can't begin to let my heart beat or else I'll lose control. I don't want to feel anything I've never known, I'd rather dream up reality than live something familiar my mind had once been exposed. Loose leaf royalty, she might only be a princess on paper, but she rolls my joints while she takes turns at high speeds driving my Rolls-Royce Phantom stopping where my sidewalk ends. Restless alphabet staggering in the mist, mischief and debauchery, until it gets closer to midnight, I'll keep my fingers flirting with the girl sitting on my knees. She is weaponized, pre-exposed to the lurid and fantastic, she's fancy, fueled, and ready for sin. I've got the music blearing, something vampirical and scary, but it works when you'd rather avoid candy and just eat the living. Today has been grave, I woke up sweating from a life-mare, heavy-petting last night, every time we go to bed. We unmade the sheets, she wrapped her tentacles around me, then she told me I'm her number one squeeze. I said, "Please bring me to pain, I promise I won't complain, don't untie me, but please leave me in one piece." I twisted and I shouted, as I climbed back up the water spout, to find the wetness hadn't come from the rain. This tremendous magic had procured from such a habit, my fingers had turned into legs. I tried my hardest to keep my steps, but found I'd lost my grip, then she turned round me, smiled, and tore off my head. I've kept my fingers flirting with her disasters, afterwards nothing happened at all, but I'm still hungry, I still might go dancing tonight, I love the eight step arachnid twist. Venomous squeeze, I know she'll come back for the rest of me, the body's even better than the head. But now I've woken up again, her legs wrapped tightly around my head, my eyes open enough to spot a spider crawling up my legs.

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May 6, 2017

May 6, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Restless Alphabets

Restless alphabet staggering in this mist, mischief and debauchery, until it gets closer to midnight, I'll keep my fingers flirting with the skirt sitting on my knees. Lonely invaders, they've been, searching for the words inside of me, in my heart I've got my dictionary guarded with the strongest adjectives from my unspoken vocabulary. I'll keep my fingers flirting, it's about time to eat dessert, I'll have two servings of the girl sitting on my knees And about this time of night, I try and survive, is this oblivion that I'm supposed to achieve? I smoke, drink, and trip until my spaceship begins to lift, then I set my transmission up to hyper-speed. There's lust in the air, and I've got dessert I won't share, a **** girl in a skirt, my fingers climbing towards the heaven between her knees. Backwards ways, today is the last time. I can't begin to let my heart beat or else I'll lose control. I don't want to feel anything I've never known, I'd rather dream up reality than live something familiar my mind had once been exposed. Loose leaf royalty, she might only be a princess on paper, but she rolls my joints while she takes turns at high speeds driving my Rolls-Royce Phantom stopping where my sidewalk ends. Restless alphabet staggering in the mist, mischief and debauchery, until it gets closer to midnight, I'll keep my fingers flirting with the girl sitting on my knees. She is weaponized, pre-exposed to the lurid and fantastic, she's fancy, fueled, and ready for sin. I've got the music blearing, something vampirical and scary, but it works when you'd rather avoid candy and just eat the living. Today has been grave, I woke up sweating from a life-mare, heavy-petting last night, every time we go to bed. We unmade the sheets, she wrapped her tentacles around me, then she told me I'm her number one squeeze. I said, "Please bring me to pain, I promise I won't complain, don't untie me, but please leave me in one piece." I twisted and I shouted, as I climbed back up the water spout, to find the wetness hadn't come from the rain. This tremendous magic had procured from such a habit, my fingers had turned into legs. I tried my hardest to keep my steps, but found I'd lost my grip, then she turned round me, smiled, and tore off my head. I've kept my fingers flirting with her disasters, afterwards nothing happened at all, but I'm still hungry, I still might go dancing tonight, I love the eight step arachnid twist. Venomous squeeze, I know she'll come back for the rest of me, the body's even better than the head. But now I've woken up again, her legs wrapped tightly around my head, my eyes open enough to spot a spider crawling up my legs.

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It trembles on a pedestal of glass and sand A single beam of light pierces through the emptiness to illuminate its shaking Its face of silver mirror reflecting light that disappears into the void Frost coats the edges in the most delicate web, it shimmers with every angle What odd eyes scan the depths of this isolation Endlessly black bottomless pupils searching tirelessly Eyelashes echoing arachnid origins flutter, meet and part Sharp angled cheeks cut through the stillness with ease A stillness of the mouth makes a parting of lips rare and foreign The eyes flutter closed Arachnid lashes meeting and locking The lips part Soft sighing escapes The lips craddling its birth

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC

kathleen-m-1

I Am

It trembles on a pedestal of glass and sand A single beam of light pierces through the emptiness to illuminate its shaking Its face of silver mirror reflecting light that disappears into the void Frost coats the edges in the most delicate web, it shimmers with every angle What odd eyes scan the depths of this isolation Endlessly black bottomless pupils searching tirelessly Eyelashes echoing arachnid origins flutter, meet and part Sharp angled cheeks cut through the stillness with ease A stillness of the mouth makes a parting of lips rare and foreign The eyes flutter closed Arachnid lashes meeting and locking The lips part Soft sighing escapes The lips craddling its birth

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