Spider
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The first draft of our first poetry assignment for Creative Writing this semester.
Mostly uploading for comparison purposes once I finish the retooled workshop-ready version.
Dated: 09/08/2021
The hate. It rages;
burns my shackles to reality
until I am no longer bound.
So I whither and shrink and hide,
like an arachnid,
I walked out onto my verandah one day,It was at a place I’d gone to stay.You wouldn’t believe what blocked my way,It was a bloody big Funnel-web Spider.
I walked out onto my verandah one day,It was at a place I’d gone to stay.You wouldn’t believe what blocked my way,It was a bloody big Funnel-web Spider.
You know, there is a possibility that I am not spider man. Probably a small one, but it’s still a possibility. I mean Spider-Man must wake up with an emptiness in the left side of his chest looking to the right side to the emptiness of his bed.
I like writing
Writing is the only time I like spiders
Because I am one
My hands turn to eight long legs
As my fingers dance along the keys
And I spin a web of words
Haunting
Chilling
black or red, poisoness, or not, bite me or not bite me, cause little spider i have bleach an i hope to you little red spider it kill you.
She's a demon, she's a spider,
Where's the cigarette lighter?
A promised kiss, a promised liar,
Don't approach; where there is smoke there is fire.
This old house is alone
Dark and damp
Where there used to be sunshine
Now is gloom
There are a lot of rooms
Plenty of places to hide
But you hear nor see any children
Just the quiet
The elegant little spider makes an elegant little web
Then a light bulb flashesd right above her head
Fortress of fabric
She says come in
Her eyes glisten with magic
She knows I can’t win
My mother warned me about enchanted women
Spiders in their hearts, be careful or you’ll be bitten
Where can I call home
Once lost, is gone
A spider web
A gentle spider spinning
Spinning, spinning -- its delicate web
To the top of the building
Its Destination
It's time to fathom the impossible, it's time to get to work - she said.
Where to begin? She circled her evironment thrice before dawn.
Splat!
You’re dead
With the flick of the flowery sandal I ended your pitiful life forever
No more creeping
No more crawling
No more leaping
from web to web
A glance at those glistening strands
And you with those obsidian bands
Fixation was all it took
For you to string me on your hook
Around and around you quickly spun,
But to me it looked like fun
Once I watched a fly,
struggle against a web,
I stared as it twitched in horror,
knowing it would soon be dead.
Ever so gently,
a small brown spider
stepped on to its
white, glossy trap.
Five butterflies whirr around my head--
playing catch-me-if-you-can with each other's glowing, neon flutter.
I'm elated to see these spectacular creatures in orbit around me,
Arachnid terror, dark creature of the night
that haunts the cupboards like a blackened wight
this fantastical creation who we appoint king of fears
is hardly the creature that truly appears
