My eyes skimmed over
Throughout the hall
Passing a clip, a notebook, a hairy ball.
Ignoring things beyond my sight
Till curiousity gave me a fright.
I leaned a bit in, looking closer
That hairy ball wasn't what I thought at all.
Yes, that's right.
Spindly legs, hairy face, tiny eyes blinking awake.
Oh for God's sake.
Kill it now, grab a stake.
I'm freaking out, a spider's in our wake
This thing has hid, beyond my sight,
But for no longer, we'll set things straight.
Hidden for so long it has
But a spider's skill will not forever last.
My eyes skimmed over
Throughout the hall
Passing a clip, a notebook, a squashed ball
No, correction if you'll please.
A squashed ball does not lie among this pass
It is truly a dead spider.
No longer will things slip
Beyond my sight.
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Got a rhyme scheme going there! :D Hehehee, not really- whatever. I tried! This is a weird poem, but it came to me when this actually happened. Except... the spider's still alive. Augh. Sorry creepy-crawly lovers, but ewww. If you don't want me to kill it, I suggest you come to my house and take it away.
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Poems of Pain
PoetryWhen I feel like crap, when I feel extremely happy, when I feel pissed off- I write a poem. I pour my emotions into my poems and this is a collection of some of them. Oh yeah, and my friend's poems too. Maybe y'all can relate to a few?
