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i loved a spider from mars

spiders come and spiders go but this one had a devine glow
it fuieled my dreams as in awe i rowed the stream throgh this woken dream show
silver skin from head to toe i watched in awe as stars twinkle and sweet winds blow
it drowned out screams in slow mo and left my heart in a state of whoa
does it know it owns my sole?in that beam i am wanting more
alls not what it seams when you manifest at the door
a perminent state of awe
our souls intwien and caress like the sea kisses the shore
bliss pulsateing at the core
did we break an un written law?
as cats mew to our kiss and crowd the floor
all i know is im not sure
if i will ever love another more.

Author notes

i was listening to blink 182s 'i miss you'.dont know where the cat bit came in ask the sphynx.

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  • MenschMariah
    April 9

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    I couldn't stop smiling after reading this! It's just far too cute and outta this world!!!! the way you make it sound like a rap about a hardcore glowing spider well it just rocks!!!


  • Mr Id
    February 1
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    Your presentation is very coarse- spelling and syllable stress, for example. But I guess this is kind of s good thing. I like the fact that you don't polish your poetry up all shiny, as it is what others expect you to do.

    I am glad that your work is presented as 'work in progress'. It has become a stylistic device for you, I think.

    Great work.

    Never change!


  • IronIcecream
    May 14, 2007

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    once knew a dude in a room
    he had a pink mind
    a pink beard and pink eyes
    he didn't liked his rice pudding
    not even with a bit of gem on it

    ...oi...

    all day alone in the front of a screen
    all night watched the ceiling
    until he seen a spider on it
    we named it Norman Normal Authurson
    he had pink hair on his legs
    pink beard and eight pink eyes
    when he went to the pub
    used to laugh a lot at the other spiders
    when he went to the pub
    one day a spideress came
    they had baby spiders
    and fled the ceiling that once was his home
    'cause of a broom


  • eyesofanangel524
    May 8, 2007

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    Interesting write. Music is a great muse. Vivid imagery and a wonderful tale of how love truely does work. For love has no boundries. If all were blind we would have probably found a world filled with a greater love. Well done poet..well done. Dawn