Poetry
What a powerful tool
It flows smoothly
Like a river
Yet after a while
Even the sturdy rocks
Slowly break apart
Poetry
Seeming so innocent
Yet with a few lines
Has my heart captivated
And I yearn for more and more
Poetry
Can be so beautiful
Yet so dark
Telling wondrous stories
Or horrendous tales
Poetry
Seems to be forgotten at times
Yet it only lurks in the dark
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting to make a change
Poetry
What a mystery

I watched you from a distance, too scared to approach, you promised to catch me if l fell and so l did. But instead of being met by the warmth of your grip l found the cold hard floor. The fall was graceful yet painful, every piece of me scattered across the dusky aged gravel floor. The pieces were so small that l become one with the ground, buried and forgot… so l thought. Did you think of me the way I thought of you, you consumed my thoughts like a fungus l failed to eliminate. I had betrothed my pain but only one spouse was satisfied. And so waited… I waited for the rain to slowly wash away my pieces to the drain and hopefully only then was l able to piece myself together again, I may have been broken glass but l rose from the ashes as my scattered pieces became as ravishing as the crystals that gracefully shined as the sun rays met the fragile yet still alluring sharp-eyed shattered dreams. It may not have been restored to its exact condition but those broken pieces began to shine as beautiful as the infinite stars. For l have become as boundless as the stars, misty-eyed but hard-edged.
©she_pana

It's a tale of time
When I like him,
Then I love him,
I need him.
He left,life left.
I hate everyone.
I resent me.
To the time,
I discover me.
The real me.
And in the end,
I love me.