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Words by words
You're building bridges
From my mind into my heart

©IGMS
 Jun 2015 Havran
Meg Howell
Love's a prickly thorn bush in a field of sunflowers
It's bittersweet,
And boy, can it leave scars,
But in time, wounds can heal, my dear friend
I thought we were both hopelessly in "love",
while you were preying on another,
now I realize I was just hopelessly hopeless for you
And I'm much smarter than to fall for a silly boy who can't be bothered to wait until I'm ready
Don't think you can fool me again,
My heart is beating to the beat of my mind now,
which you no longer occupy,
Instead of walking through the bush of thorns,
I simply try and walk around them straight into the heart of love,
Real and true love
 Jun 2015 Havran
SøułSurvivør
---

on a hill stood wicked tree
a single root, branches three

one branch was war
one branch was want
one branch was greed
horrid haunt

its root was pride
its power great
acid soil of perfect hate

its bark like scabs
sulfuric green
a stunted growth
twisted . mean

lichen of ignorance
crusted there
on the north side
of despair

black mushrooms
sprouted from its pores
growing from
starvation's spores

and yet it thrived and gave its fruit
they were put forth by the root

these carried seeds to plant in season
they want it growing for some reason

they plant it lone upon a hill
where it can grow
it's growing
still

it grows from you
it grows from me
we feed that hateful

wicked tree


soulsurvivor
rewritten
(c) 6/13/2015
first draft 2014
when will we water
LOVE
?

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 Jun 2015 Havran
Jeffrey Pua
Will
 Jun 2015 Havran
Jeffrey Pua
Our love was
(has got to be)
Among the best, the immensest
And the most baffling
Of all the optional things.
We willed it
     To be like this.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
 Jun 2015 Havran
Rapunzoll
Rouge
 Jun 2015 Havran
Rapunzoll
I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.
© copyright
 Jun 2015 Havran
SøułSurvivør
~~~<¤>~~~

the stars back away
in deferance

the moon
spreads a skein
of peacock silk
from sky to sky

and
Venus
relinquishes
her
diadem
in
homage
to the

SUN

soulsurvivor
6/12/2015
There is only one
Ruler in the Arizona desert!

Summer is here

~~~<¤>~~~
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