The Sixspotted Spider

White and black
Woven and wet
The Sixspotted Spider:
Eyes filled with regret

He sits in his web
Black with flies
Large and grotesque
Damp from cries

He draws you in...
Shares his food
Gives you a giggle
And tries not to be rude

You think of him a saint
A gift from up above
He pulls you into his web
And gives you his love

I warn you of his dirty deeds
I swear him a bad man
But with just one laugh
It began...

I reach out for one more chance
But I have lost the war
Your body is already limp
Your neck is one large sore

His looks may be deceiving
And you all know of his sins
But that won't stop the wave of females
From getting caught in his spin

I often wonder
About how horrible I must have been
For you to have cheated on me
With such a large grin

Connected

I am alone.
No people in sight.
The only thoughts around
are mine.

The air is hollow.
My mood is clear.
The sun is numbing the world
And I'm the only one here.

I am alone.
No life in sight.
The only things around
are trees, but they're white.

Emptiness consuming.
Feel around for a soul.
The trees are speaking,
the plants are being.
I am not alone.

I can see all life.
Everyone is nearby;
Dead or alive
And I don't know why.

Waging War With the White Widow

Damaged goods are all I see:
Bitten, rotten, looking for me.
Searching for fear; a thrill on a ride.
Step away from me, I'm not on your side.

But you soon split into two
As the rotten one quickly flees,
pursuing the ripe garden
while the other gorges on me.

Thinking you can have it all,
you pick every fruit in sight.
As the other suckles her teeth into me;
this isn't what I wanted it to be.

I push you back from where you came
close the door shut, lock it up.
There's nothing to see;
I am finally free.

My only time with peace
awaits in my bedroom-
but not for long..
Soon you will have it all.

No choice of mine,
I may not fight.
My life is yours
for the taking.

Stranger

You make me different
you make me think;
we're crossing a line
where our minds sync.

I can feel your rhythm
your every beat.
I'm churning while my
old thoughts retreat.

There is no focus
no blue skies or green grass,
just a lost boat in the ocean
with a broken mast.

I want to hear more,
just a little bite.
Don't run away because
I'll put up a fight.

This ending is unclear
and there's no telling what's next
but I'm sure it will end
with a large complex.

Pollute Me Instead

Together,
We hold our
Porcelain hands against
the angry skies.

Suffocating the land
and its people;
We live in
happiness.

Little regrets
for many of us.
Constant fighting
for all of them.

The after effects
are shaking
the fabrics of
the human race.

Little to do with
much already done.
The air is getting
thicker.

Hard to breath,
just thinking of you.
Sinking deeper into
this hole.

It's hard to say but
I'm already dead.
Polluted by thoughts
in my big head.

Sew-sigh-it-e

On and off,
you can't make
up your mind.
Rain or shine.

The beat is gone,
but you still make
your move.
This isn't write.

The ingredients
are lost, but you continue
to bake your sweets.
It's poison pi.

You don't know
who you're doing
where yew are
why you're hear.

You just do what
they dew;
how they due it.
Out of fear.

Dinner Time

Kruuuhnch
Kraaak
Sssnap

Blood dripping
from the bowl,
as it's placed
before me.

"It's ready,"
she says.
Dinner has
been served.

Your Green Eyes

Why couldn't some-
one tell you?
Fall is not the time
for blossoming.

You were too early.
Ahead of
your class.

With the deadly
winter, right
around the corner.

You didn't
stand a
chance.

All you could
do, was
wither.

Now, you are
here,
back to step one.

With anger,
impatience,
and sorrow.

And me?
You
ask..

I haven't
blossomed
yet.

But my
time
will come..

It's
you
that worries me.

Even though you
posses six more
scars.

And even though
my eyes can turn
green.

Your eyes will
always
be green.

I spite
Mother Nature
for her
cruel ways...

Why couldn't some-
one tell you?
Fall is not the time
for blossoming.

The Wanderer

Bright colors all over;
Quite hard to read..
Your body glows
Tremendously.

In the sun,
I take your hand
"Tell me your secrets,
I'll understand..."

You're a wanderer
You come and go..
Stretching this hole
That I must sew.

"Stay close,
or leave me be.
Just stop this pain,
It's killing me."

I know it, All
but All not know me
"It's for the better,"
I say with glee.

Glancing..

Their eyes, their eyes,
They're all on me.
I cannot escape,
I may not flee.

I'm trapped in this glance
As our eyes align:
I will not allow this,
"She is mine, she is mine."

I hit them Once,
But I mean no harm.
Twice, that is enough.
Third time's the charm...

You're defeated,
So why must you still stare?
Too late to explain yourself,
I will end this eye affair.

Secrets Don't Make Friends

Whisper whisper, whisper whisper
They call me over...
Whisper whisper, whisper whisper
They push me away...
Whisper whisper, whisper whisper