Gossamer-silk strands wove into artwork,
Hung on bramble, glistening with morning dew,
Frail as a whisper, destroyed by one rainfall
And the artist must start his creation anew.
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Those days were long gone when I was reckless and crazy
But you make me feel a way I’ve not known since I was a child
When I had no fear, adventure was spontaneous,
I believed in magic, and life was fast-paced and wild!
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She’s frightened now.
She’s snapped all her needles and sits all alone
Rocking and sweating, her eyes fixed on the phone
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Hi I'm Krissy,22, Welsh rock chick, a writer whose favourite poets include Christina Rosetti, Charles Causley, Robert Frost and William Wordsworth; I read a wide variety of literature and hope to become a novelist one day. Besides literature, my hobbies and passions include rock music, tattoos, festivals, animal rights and partying! I would be extremely grateful to anyone who could comment on my poems please x)
Warning To All Flying Insects!
Gossamer-silk strands wove into artwork,
Hung on bramble, glistening with morning dew,
Frail as a whisper, destroyed by one rainfall
And the artist must start his creation anew.
But don't be fooled by its delicacy!
The web holds a license to kill
Its grip of death with embrace you
And its Monster, concealed, lurks in shadows, so still.
So when dancing, nonchalant, through the air,
Beware! That dance may be your last,
For if you foolishly stumble into His trap,
The Monster tonight breaks his fast.
You'll be caressed by the satin jaws of oblivion,
Feel horror at the power such lacy beauty can yield,
Then there's the panic-struck struggle as the Monster scuttles over,
And with a paralysing kiss, your Fate is sealed.
ernight with no closure. These poems are crazy because they helped me through the pain but its exactly what she would have wrote and they are avout the same things we fought about.....UNREAL. Thank you.