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I am your spider. The web that I have spun has got your name written all over it. They call me the tricky son of a gun spider. I am quite poisonous and can kill you with one bite. I am thriving for something tasty, but if you continue to stand in my way, I'll suck you dry, so let that be your "Warning" sign. signed, Sinister, tricky son of a "Bitch" spider

Two hearts

I was once lost a upon my shadow, but you were there to find me. I once shed tears from my eyes, but you were there to console me. I once came closes to stumping my toe, and you were there to remove the problem. But were am I when the skies turn gray for you? I am so many miles away, and that hurts me so bad because now when your in need I am no were close to lead you my hand. And I feel like I am going to die because I am no where to lead you my open hand.

Leader

I am a fighter and I will conquer all things. You are like my battle ground, I will come with force to knock you down. I am an abler and fully capable to defeat anyone who tries to label me. I will cross my path in which I have made. This is my journey in which I have lead. There is no room for followers so, if you want to label me with this word "Disabled"! you already made you're path as I dear not to follow, but I will wish you well on your journey. Note: This poem was written as a positive aspect on the word "Disabled". As I would love to see the world come together when they see Physically and mentally people with challenges, Look at them with a positivity instead of negativity.

Silence

Hear my word as I speak unto you. What's that you can not hear my words? not even a sigh because words are not coming from my month at all. That's right complete silence's!

White Flower

I am slowly losing patience staring up at your picture on the wall, wondering when will you ever make it home. I am watching the room fill with silence because mom and dad might not make it home. While everyone watches my eyes flood with tears, and my heart begin to stop beating because of all the memories we use to share. Clouds of gray filter the sky and now, bad news is about to break; as I am hurting badly inside.

Who Am I

Who am I to you? just some darn rag doll just rifling through the sky. Just who am I? I do feel pain if you have not notice, these tears that I have shed, It just crumples at my heart and soul, just who am I? I begin to hold my chest to heal my heart and soul, from your brutal criticism that you throw at me. Just "Who am I"?

Fallen

My eyes are glancing beyond this naked glass. Watching tatter paper ribbons fall to the ground, Bodies laying lifelessly on the land, someone mother is crying her heart, and soul out knowing that some bast**d blew her baby brain out.