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 Aug 2013 wounded
berry
water
 Aug 2013 wounded
berry
if you take time to think about it -
water has many different personalities.
it will burn you, unapologetically, if it's boiled
but it can be so cold that it chills you to the bone.
water can flow freely, or be stagnant.
water can be clear, completely transparent -
or clouded & dark, all depending on where you find it.
water is life-giving; it will save you if you're dying of thirst,
but it can also be a poison - if not properly treated, before taking a drink.
it's powerful enough to destroy entire cities,
but gentle enough to bring life to flowers.
water can hold up a ship- but it will still slip through your fingers.

(water - was the color of your eyes,
  and ever since the day you left -
it's all that seems to come from mine.)
 Aug 2013 wounded
berry
everything
too much
too soon
too heavy
not ready
unwilling
unable
to stay

- b.
 Aug 2013 wounded
berry
keep my heart in a mason jar
above your bed
take it down and look at it
from time to time

then watch with a frown
on the day the jar slips through your fingers
and plummets to the hardwood
with a crack & a shatter

"sorry" you'll mutter
with an almost interrogative inflection
but you won't pick up the shards
you'll stare blankly at the contents - my heart
it's messy, not what you wanted

stains from the girl with the mason jar heart
will haunt the floorboards and echo in the walls
and you'll wish you'd been more careful
when you had her in your hands

- m.f.
 Aug 2013 wounded
berry
unattainable
 Aug 2013 wounded
berry
i tried in vain
to capture
your heart
in a mason jar
like lightning bugs
in mid-july

but every time
i got close
to possessing you
away from me
you'd suddenly fly
proving unattainable

- b.
 Aug 2013 wounded
Tori
Untold Secret
 Aug 2013 wounded
Tori
I see this girl every once in a while
She never seems recognizable
I know her from somewhere
But I just can't put my finger on it
Her bright smile is deceiving
Her mind fights her everyday
As the mirror screams lies at her
Cold skin, hip bones, and long hair
She longs to see the sunlight shine through her thighs

The digital devil that lies on the floor
As she slips her fingers down her throat
She purges the fear that haunts her once more
I hope this makes sense. Not sure if it's finished.
 Aug 2013 wounded
precarious
Butterflies
So pretty and dainty
Not the ones in your stomach
Those kinds
Either signal
The start or end
Of love
They make you feel all giddy
Like nothing will ever stop
You and him
And everything is all happy
Then something goes wrong
And everything comes crashing down
The next time you see him
You hate his guts
But the butterflies
Never stop coming
Never.

— The End —