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 Jul 2014 Mary
Henry Brooke
Organs in a bag
tanned white
by repeated care.
Shaped into
living marble,
too few round edges
hint and suggest
hidden spots
secret, private
ones fit together
each, adding to
a part, all adding
to a whole.

The hole,
the one and only,
though the one
like oh so many.
It could be yours,
if you had the guts.
It's in your reach
if you crave it enough.
Remember there is one
just and deserved word
we fit onto
such madness:
that is
r.

Venus is a saint,
you are just a dog.
She shall protect
the treasure,
she will keep it safe.
Hidden behind curves
and edges,
it will keep
you late.
free write
 Jul 2014 Mary
The Issue
fearing the foreignness
entering still, just to explore
leaving the warm certainty
loosing the new game
the highscores we made before
are a forgotten imagination of an invented name
bored by the new
excited of wrinkled vintage
getting lost in the try
to satisfy our needs
while searching for a ******.
reaching the top
of an endless gorge
behind you is what you want
in the fall is what you need
who of you would turn?
who would prefer a german Gift?
who will earn?
a Gift
like grass,
like leaves,
like the smell of these, sometimes
like the sea's, so green.
like the sky,
the tide,
merging in their insides, sometimes
like the sea's so blue.
the clue is to fly, from level to level
leaving all of the coins
keep place in your 60's pocket
for what
in a new level wont let you feel forlorn
 Jul 2014 Mary
Awesome Annie
As if it blossoms in the moonlight, white flower tainted red. Poisoned by the lies you told, wishing it where dead.

Beautiful flower it once was, so delicate to touch. Who could ever fathom, that a lie could destroy so much.

I watch it wilt, and fade away under the burning sun. The truth is barried within itself, in this battle no one has won.

It struggles to keep strong, but it only controls so much. It wilts at the very thought, that another could have your touch.

Its petals fall without your care, you left it here to die. This flower once full of beauty, was destroyed with a single lie.
 Jul 2014 Mary
Classy J
Insecurity
 Jul 2014 Mary
Classy J
so dangerous, so destructive, so isolative, such a waste of time and energy. Insecurity... the thing that destroys relationships, self confidence, and innocence. Oh, it's not just puberty, it effects all ages. Why do I let you effect me, why do I have to care what other people think of me, why do I strive for people's approval, why can't I be ok with myself, why do I care about things I've never cared about before. Why I am jealous of some person's cooler stuff, why can't I be appreciative about what I already have? Why am I so intimidated of higher powers. Why do I care if somebody's better than me at something. Insecurity, it all comes down to Insecurity.
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