Skylark Poetry

I am crumbling away Into bits and pieces Into all that I was not before Before I could breath Before I could do Before I could learn to be To be what I thought I wanted to be To be who I desired to be To be how I ought to be Could life consist of a phase such as this? Is it to make me grow? Or is it just to spite me (So I could become cynical) I am crumbling away Pieces of me that once was and ought to be disappear As I settle like the dust that I've become. By Chandra Terblanche 16/05/2015 @15:54 @art poetry

Cutting ties are never easy Could all that I see, Could all that I breathe, Be an illusion? Could all that touch, And all that I hear, Shatter my world? Could all that I say, Could all that I taste, Be senseless? Could all that smell, And all that I think, Amount to no meaning? If all that I believe is not what I believed it to be, Then all that was me cannot be... In the times like these where reflection is necessary, And being is relieving.. For I cannot just believe and not be, For the truth is mine to keep . And although my world shatters And illusion is my future Although meaninglessness stems from my being, And senselessness be the chords I play.. It cannot prohibit me from living. 2014/12/30 @02:35 @art poetry