#cobwebs
The skylight tints the afternoon grey
And some dull, dusty oranges
Perhaps there's fire, somewhere far away
Somewhere far beyond the creaking shelves
The time-varnished brown, rusty door hinges
The air is thicker than the oldest tomes
Sticky as the darkest aisle
Where long-dead spiders once made their homes
Minds caught in paper, minds caught in webs
I think, if I think, I'll sleep for awhile
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 11:40 AM UTC
I have watched grief hollow you out.
Your body is no longer illuminated by an open heart.
Since the spiders crept in
the warm, gentle glow has been
smothered
by cobwebs.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
there are spiders in my hair
building nests and killing flies
there are spiders in my hair
cobwebs in my heart, and fangs in my eyes
you don't have to do this, she said
as the lights flickered dim
and the rain started to fall
you don't have to do this, she said
i know, i said -
i know.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
my veins are the cobwebs of my soul,
intertwining and winding around my thick bones;
i'm like scaffolding, tall, and rigid, and ready to come down.
thick ducktape binds my seams together.
my eyes are the keyholes to my soul, they stare out and wonder:
what happened to the bright blue skies and thick, green trees?
my fingernails have rusted, cracked and sharpened at the pain.
long years of clawing my way down a winding road have led
me here, sewn together by dreams once wished upon a star.
my ribs have caged my hope for so long, bared iron,
protecting my heart and all that's left of what once was.
i hold my breath, and i'm ready to come down.
sunken eyes like the grave of my mother,
dark, rough and duller than cake at a funeral. i hold my breath.
living is like drowning, the anchors of my dreams anchoring
me down into the void. i scream out. i kick out. i claw out.
i come down, shaking and aching and ready to break.
cobwebs cover me, dust coats my lungs in pain.
i'm ready to come down.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
i feel like my eyes are puncturing through the tombstones of a life not lived to its fullest. something of the sum of my worth, two holes in my skull that are chock full of air seeping to the brim with thickness and agony, weighs me down in shackles. i am not alone in this place, no, but i am empty, cold and vulnerable and weak, thin and haggard, scraping the surface of living. this—no. this is not living. this is surviving—this is the tightrope wire between surviving and dying—this is, essentially, dying. my mouth is filled with spiderwebs—i speak to no one but myself, hands dry and lips drier, throat raw with a voice i’ve only used to scream.
i cannot scream any more.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
I've fallen to mapping
the deepest parts of my forehead
again. these days it feels like
I'm climbing the jungle gym of my mind,
clearing away cobwebs and
emptying
dust-covered boxes into my lap,
searching yellowed scrolls and broken crates
for diamonds.
it's not that I feel far from
the present, just as if
I'm swimming through it,
my head the only part of me
above the water.
it's been a little while but
I am still only climbing,
praying, and
scribbling words
on a familiar page.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
I'm just a lamp.
You're just a bulb.
I give you power.
You give me light.
I stand tall and strong, waiting to be used.
You roll around, fragile, easily breakable.
Together we ignite something beautiful, that makes the world a little brighter.
It's nothing magic, just how we were wired.
One day I will fall, my intricate shade will crack.
My solid base absorbs the shock, so you remain intact.
Turned loose from me, you're ******* back into the old lamp from the closet.
Amazing, it still lights up, covered in dust and cobwebs.
A little warmer, yet a little more dim.
The only problem now, is that lingering scent, of burning dust and cobwebs.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Stirring, snaking, coiled up in your soul –
Slurring, shaking, embroiled like an actor in a role.
You feel it rise up from a well of distaste,
With zeal, it controls you,
Suppressed anger flowing with haste.
Truth chips away at your defences,
Your uncouth hips sway off-tune
As your mind battles in the trenches.
You feel it, again;
An anger that shakes the cages it is in,
A battle for the ages, confined to the mind within.
It doesn’t have to be like that;
You shouldn’t have to bow down to a philistine
Just because their wallet is fat.
Stop the defensive, launch the attack!
Let the awakening happen, get the vermin off your back!
Be the message that ends this war on the poor!
Arise from the wreckage, and of this be sure:
You are controlled only if you act demure,
If your faith in what you believe is right
Lies cold, dead and insecure.
Youth to the fight!
Bring truth to the light!
All will be lost
Unless the fires of justice burn bright.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
Menagerie…by Jessie 6/06
Too many days are all the same
The will has left, the inert pendulum silent, no longer marking time
Glass menagerie collecting dust
A ghost town of frail figurines
Lifeless the sheen, pail from coatings of yesterday
Not even the trace of a fingerprint to announce interest
Tawas a time, excitement from the prospect of a new-collected piece, while much deliberation was given to its placement
Diligently, maintenance provided, dusted and polished
Imagination carrying fantasies of amusing situations and images
Laughter recounted when viewed by innocent eyes
Now the foundations mirrors will not reflect what was or what is
Each days accumulation, another layer, each layer a little duller
Soon the only connection, a web, thin and translucent, linking one to the other
Paralyzed fragile pieces of glass, drowning in a sea of negligence
Your name whispered into a box of mementoes
Awaiting for renewed curiosity of another generation
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
Words unspoken, truths unsaid
Lies are spinning spiderwebs
Sleek, sticky, uncouth, unclean,
Hisses, dies, but won’t quite leave
Regret sinks, seeps through cracks
Bursting, rotting, emotion lacks
Like a fly; caught in a web,
Buzzes, struggles, alive then dead
Spreading poison through the flies,
Sticking, hurting webs of lives
“Change me! Change me!”
Birds that sing
Screeching, die with broken wings
Crawling, creeping, chills my back
Hissing, dying, emotion lacks
No more flies, cannot feed,
Hisses, dies, but won’t quite leave
Remaining behind, even still,
Cobwebs spun,
Lives fall apart or are even killed.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
what intricate webs we must have weaved
dewy drops like tears drip from each strand now
drowning memory with a single drop
but how could you miss what you can't even remember?
because finally
you have said goodbye
told me to leave you be
and my heart has broken
unsure of what to do
this being has cracked
splintered even
shards fly everywhere
but
i guess it's time to put the cobwebs to rest
dust them away to the wind
spin a memory with everlasting happiness
that no amount of pain could wash away
because i believe
in a life of good feeling
in a life of self worth
a life where i can accept myself for me
and i now see
that i am worthy of a love
greater than anything you could've given
i am worth more than settling for something i'm not
but i still thank you
because without this lesson of love
i would never have seen
what was invisible to me
self worth.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 12:55 AM UTC
**The Mind used to be a walk in Spiders' Nest
A carving knife or two ,from the Treasure Chest
Too many to put to Rest
I Carve my way through without a Blink
To find a Place to Think
Spinnerets Dexterous
The Spiders spun
Cobwebs
The thoughts
Held Captive
Deeply Embedded
In Cobwebs
With
The knives Dexterous
I Remove
The Cobwebs
The Spiders
Now Tamed
Spin the Webs
In concentric Circles
The thoughts in Tracks
Each Compact Disc
Well stacked in Racks
Now
Played in the words**
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
Tears like rain, on her cheeks is found
They are always there, falling down
The sorrow is etched in lines on her face
Still she carries herself with beauty and grace
She's always there when someone is in need
Happy to help with every deed
Yet there she sits all alone
Not even a place to call her own
There's no hero for her to call
She feels like a little rag doll
Kicked to the side
A downward slide
cobwebs of memories are forming in her mind
Twisted and contorted she is now misaligned
She's coming undone, seams ripping apart
If only someone would give her their heart
©Pauline Russell
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
i've got cobwebs
i've got cobwebs dusted around my soul
of words i'd wished that you'd never told
and i'm tiptoeing around them
like i'm blind and can't see them
because that is the way i know how to love
when jesus saved the men that no one knew
he ignored the cobwebs in their hearts
and he tiptoed around them standing up straight
until they put the cross on his back and let him fall
he tripped on the cobwebs
but that was the way he was made to love
when you left and became a ghost
you'd draped your cremains inside of my soul
and they turned into dust and cobwebs
but i was told that forgetting you was how i should love
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
So many times I start, only to stop each time
procrastinate, in part, a gesticulating mime
I rant and rave and stutter, it's the cleaning I condemn
rearranging all the clutter, examining flawed gems
The corners of my mind, the cobwebs and debris
floors of dirt and grime, I could clean them, easily
But each and every sweep, of the broom or mop
creating heaps of memories, begging me to stop
I guess it's the release, my mind just won't let go
not granting any peace, maintaining status quo
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
Sometimes- sometimes there are people that come into our lives who have us thinking that they're both the moon and the sun. We believe they must be part of some greater light that has the ability to fill those dark cracks in our hearts- our very beings, blinding us with their glory... But they aren't.
Actually, they're were just dust that got swept into our eyes, making everything blurry and more difficult to see. Causing our blindness. And, all that time, they were really just filling our cracks with cobwebs.
So, darling, let them go.
You don't need them to fill the vacancy anymore.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
As the sun creases my eyes open
It ignites, starts an explosion
It continues the erosion
Inside my head
It all turns red
It's where it's bled
I shake the cobwebs from my head
Looking into the future with dread
New tragic things will come my way
Try as I might to keep it all at bay
The residue from last night's dream
The echo of my screams
The bright warm sunbeams
Can not chase away
The thoughts of the day
Where my demon play
I live a life where smiles are miracles
Happiness is only mythical
It all leaves me cold and miserable
Guess that's why I'm so cynical
All I really want is a life that's livable
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
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whisps of silk collecting dust
built in secret built on shelves
of my poor deluded mind
/ / where i fool myself. \ \
i don't want to know the truth
/ / I don't want to delve. \ \
//---/ a place of evil spiders- - -\\
//!! and exquisite singing elves\/\!!\
no matter my desire to change
no matter my resolve
hanging by a thread
my consciousness revolves
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(((( ))))
soulsurvivor
(C) 6/4/2015
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Stapled conscious to the floor again
and wrestled with warped wood panels
on paint stained cement.
Briefly for a moment, a paused paradise
emerged just beside the swinging rope light -
cobwebs.
In the basement their thin beams are darkened -
ageless art and ancient evolution converging in ****** of creation.
Sit still my friend and watch the leg ballet.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
It wasn’t my intention
to collect your love
and place it on a shelf.
The dust makes you sneeze,
and I’m sorry, I’ve just
been busy.
It takes a lot
for me to climb my step stool
to break up
the cobwebs that
have settled on you
and Paul and Chris and Jake.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
My heart was mechanical
Oiled always by love
Cogs moved independently
Springs always moving in rhythm
This was love in my heart
Intricate pieces moving as one
Affection,
Emotion,
Trust,
Was what fuelled this love
It beat strong
Never wearing down
Always would it beat strong
But then betrayal
Disloyalty,
Sorrow,
Neglected
Dirt had entered this heart
Oil contaminated
Springs oxidized
Cogs bent out of shape
Broken parts,
littered the floor of this heart
What once ran smooth,
Started to go cold
Cobwebs,
Vines,
Empty,
Was this damaged heart
Where once movement
Who could mend
This once loved heart,
Then the tinkerer entered her life
Full of friendship
It took Time, for her to let him in
But what once was reclusive
Friendship,
Blew the cobwebs away
Companionship
Cut the vines away
Loyalty
Filled that empty space
Love
Was the catalyst, that started
This clock work heart again,
Some piece, still lay
On the hearts floor,
For if a clock work heart is broken
It will never be as it was before,
The rust faded oiled once more
A clock work heart is a fragile Piece,
Only give it to those who will
Hold it gently in there grasp.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
Come child,
Wash those cobwebs from your eyes,
let not that sadness clutter your vision.
I know your mistakes and faults keep you up,
wrap them away, your silk thoughts, and bury them
within you.
We all know misery thrives on sorrow,
and infected hands handle peace.
I see the black veins in your gaunt hands,
and soon we will all know ,
the messenger of mercy, is the heart-
becoming silent, only speaking with a language of tears.
And not even you my dear,
can escape from the sticky entanglement
that murders beauty and passion.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
LOVE was just a word to me
until you came and gave it meaning.......
i was just FLESH & BLOOD...
.until you came and made me alive.......
my heart was empty.......
.until you started to live in it......
my mind was covered with cobwebs.....
until you came and dusted it up.....
my visions were all a blur.....
until u came.....now its crystal clear.......
YOU MADE ME WHO I AM......
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC