Spider's Poetry Journal


I'm starting a poetry journal here. Not full poems, not most of the time, but unedited snippets floating in my head that I need to record somewhere.

July 24, 2:16 am

My dream girl / looks nothing like how I dreamed her. / Her hands are small and delicate / and yet I always dreamed them wide / and rough, / callused in a way that speaks / of hard work. / I know how hard she works. / The freckled face that danced in my dreams / is no where to be seen. / Instead, her freckles spread / over her shoulders / and are so endearing that I can't help / but try to kiss each one. / I dreamed she'd have long hair, / long, long, contrasting my own short. / Her hair tends to rest between / her jaw and her shoulders, / I have never seen it cropped short. / It was long when we first met / but it was short when I fell in love. / She looks nothing how I dreamed her, and yet. / And yet. / And yet I know she is the girl of my dreams.


July 29, 2019 2:51 am

My head is an empty room. / The door is always locked, / but the windows are blown out. / The lights are never on / but someone is home. / I'm not sure who.


August 30th, 9:22 am

burn your lungs / and boil your eyes / and maybe then / you'll feel alright


November 21st, 2:08 am

the burning / of soft flesh / hard bone / rich blood / the sharp knocktapstab / in joints theoretically / young. / the delightful pull along a spine / so frigid. / the steady creaking / of hips and knuckles alike. / the dull smooth throb / inside a skull / so bleak. / the gentle scream / of a soul trapped / inside the body it stole.


teach me how to look at myself and not feel regret
and i'll teach you how to be a kid after growing up quickly

we'll start at dawn
and when the afternoon fades to cotton candy sky

you'll call me a liar
and i'll call you correct

you'll call me simple
and i'll call you predictable

you'll call me damaged
and i'll call you loved