Time

I once loved long ago, as the universe did once grow, all the colors came to and fro, and at the same time the pain was unknown

now that the present is here, i don't feel like opening the gifts in which it reveals,
for i am scared to see what may appear

but the future holds secrets that i wish to know,I need a partner to help me find my flow

Chapters

Things of life have just passed through, another chapter that Ive written with you, maybe some of the times weren't always so cool

but i tried till the end to make it right with you, it wont ever happen and now i see that too

so ill take the experiences i had with you, and make it better in my next chapter without you.

Canvas

Writin down the power of life, as i see that theres nothing left in sight

the canvas is blank with nothing but pain, as i try and color it with something thats great

even though it may feel bland, all the colors combined make something grand

we see the now and not the then, keep moving with the present to make your future the best you can.

My view on poetry...

It is not the poet that makes the poem great. It is the reader that interprets it, and makes it make sense.

The Storm

It was a normal day

Everything seemed calm

The sun was shining bright

But something was very wrong

Before anything could react

The dark gray clouds rolled in

The heat of the day went away

Because with the clouds came the winds

Chaos erupted into the air

Everything was ripped left and right

But this didn't last long

It was over before night

The darkness faded away

Bringing to the eyes, that nothing stands

Nothing but the shattered hopes

Just the ruins of a once great land

Unaware

Sometimes I think that this is unfair.

That nothing can compare,

to the feelings that we share.

We make the perfect pair,

but you are very unaware

that what we have is rare

that, girl, you are my air

and I would never dare

to walk away, I swear.