From malleable clay,
with his own hands
the potter made a bowl,

Only one day the bowl broke.

What would you do
if you were the potter?

Would you consider repairing it?

Would you throw it away?

Would you repair it,
but also elevate it to a
whole new level of appreciation?

Like poetry you and I, A perfect symphony We took off like butterflies, Wanting to explore every last galaxy We were Venus Mars, Scintillating planets, We sang an ecstatic harmony.

But not for long For one catastrophic day, Welkin grew tempestuous.

The cold got bitter!

I craved our prior burn!

You didn't fan the flame!

The heat died out.

So now we became... Athena & poseidon Zeus & Kronos Horus & Set Athena & Ares We became Hate.

Both at fault, We were only human.

I lost you, I lost T And now, with desperation I'll say...

I love you still I'll love you always You're my dose of deathcore Wrapped in a gospel soul DVD, So Be my forever once again For our melody was more ravishing than the star studded lilac skies.

and this time I promise every fiend shall be slain, Just please come back to me once again.

One last chance I beg, I plead, though I know it is but all in vain.

So Now, though my scars have not yet been healed, And my Heart still aches and my Soul still bleeds, I'll wear my pain as a lace-trimmed armour of adamant I, warrior Queen, now more bewitching than ever before, Will kiss and love another as fierce as I once did you.

-Samara Rhea Samuel

with your imperfect edges
you are perfect enough
to be filled in
you may be cracked
you may be broken, even

but what matters is
you know how to put yourself
back together
with gold
called self-love

you see,
you're holding yourself up
and you can see your old crack marks
emphasized from the gold
but that only adds to your life story
of how you became whole again

many people think brokenness
is destruction
but it's an art
when you realize you can fix yourself
you know you're unbreakable within
so just be and stay you

I feel closest to him
in moments,
when he finally
allows me
to see
him
c r a c k

He told me once
that my sadness makes me selfish.
Well I think his lack of sadness
makes him so.

I imagine
how much closer
we could be.

Just him and I,
without his stupid,
******* facade.

Break!
You *******,
break!
Crumble into a hundred
tiny pieces.

Learn how
you can be more beautiful
for being broken.
Don't you think I'm beautiful?
Baby,
I'm a mosaic,
a ******* art form.

Kintsukuroi.

I'll be nothing but gold
one day.

My heart
has cracked open
like the most
fragile of
elusive
eggs
viscous fluid
drips d
            own
upon the plate
filled with
fissures,
spidercracks that
threat to
quake into
seismic
         measures
and eventually
piece off into
oblivion
and only when
I can finally
unfold myself
from these
underwater
embryonic bends
fetal stretches
and folds
that never end
only then my arms
reach out
into the night
searching
and,
in tiniest of beams,
in one fell stroke
of midnight kismet
I find you
around me
in colored chromium
wrapping me up
headstrong,
filling my
wounded sutures
with
     liquid
gold

I say don't let failures define you.
Let them shape you.