There are flakes of black stuck to my palm
remnants of the bottle’s cheap paint
clinging to the rich warmth of my veins
It isn’t a surprise to find my water bottle in such a state
simply another thing of mine that’s far past its prime
Folders broken at the spine and
laces long soiled in muck
Hole ridden socks
and well-worn sweaters
A price for the stability I’ve struck
and reminders of what I must still weather
I brush my hand on my thigh
firmly as to rid the flakes from the ridges of my skin
As one would the guts of a fly
and as thoroughly as dispelling the guilt of sin
I know the flakes remain on me
But my sweatpants are black, so
I can retain my dignity to a certain degree
My source of gain for each day
is so soothing and warm of heart
this holds me up no matter what
fully satisfying in no small part
This bottle has ca spiritual dimension
effecting my soul so very much
keeping it filled to the brim
trusting for that divine touch
There's a constant boiling need
being red hot temperature-wise
touching inside your lukewarmness
pour out the heat before it dies
Looking in as the bottle's filling
it's literally so full of steam
portraying spiritual power within
now that's something you can dream
When your skin touches that heat
so soothing like His divine presence
bringing a real glow inside
my HWB makes a lot of sense
The Water Bottle
It was a Tuesday evening
The date was the third
The foreman was late
The plastic was slurred
Then fizz pop bang
The mold gave way
And out I sprang
I was born today
At 16.9 fl. oz.
I was pretty good size
I was placed on a conveyer
With the rest of the guys
I was filled with water
My cap sealed tight
Packaged with my team
Waiting for my flight
It's now a week later
I'm packed in a cooler
Surrounded by ice
But not from a jeweler
Then SHE picked me up
Removed my cap
Placed her lip on mine
And my world went snap
When she was finished
I was tossed in the trash
My life was over
It went up in a flash
Oh the life of a water bottle
It doesn't seem fair
We're toxic to landfills
But the world doesn't care
drifting with the tide
a message in a bottle
of TITANICS plight
hot water bottle
just a temporary cure
until his return
29/05/2011... 22:00
*wishful thinking on my part*
lol
Water bottle, waterbottle
You sit on my desk
I look at you, I look at you
But I never drink you
Poor, poor water bottle