Precious crystal vaseBumped and tumbles overShattering on the floorOne made a thousandBy your lack of careNow the vase is no moreTry to collect the piecesMake sure none are lostGlue it carefully back togetherDon’t want to reface the costMade me stronger—weakerLet me dry, let me waitDon’t do anything to the vaseAs I sit in this stateFill me up with waterPut a pansy into meWatch the tears trickle downfrom the cracks on my bodySpilling onto the tableFrom the be loved I lackNo saving me in this fablePrecious crystal vaseThese clay figures i made in class, sometime in the fall of 05. i still have the angel though she needs a better paint job. the other little character went missing. oh well.
A darker poem about a girl who is being possessed by a group of spirits. Inspired by my own way of life, the occurences that have overcome me, and a friend of mine. And yes, i know what you're thinking, and no, I don't.