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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
Each day is a constant struggle. Whether I am gasping for breath
Autumn air gently drapes my object of affection.
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
Little baby boy crawled and crawled about
  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.
It is hard to see Through the web I have woven
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
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