Poetry

I wander through spaces, yet nowhere feels mine, The ground beneath me trembles, with the passing time. This house feels like nothing but a shell, no warmth in it's bone, My room whispers stranger's secrets, never my own. I clean the corners, sweep the shadows away, But the dust of my soul remains, refusing to sway. I feel detached, with everything that I've ever known, I search for haven, a place to call home.                                                      -crystal

  When she saw him With those hard shells, those broad snout, She didn't think twice. She saw him passing by With a pride along with his ally. She wondered if she could be with him- Oh, little did she know What her actions meant. But somehow, she gathered all the courage she had And walked to him as she was just a shad. The alligator saw her and just observed, But all she wanted was to be loved. His ally taunted her for her foolishness But her love was so deep that she couldn't think less. So he offers for a short swim by to keep her heart; She feels loved for once, and so Bernard. As the time passed, they met other fishes, And the alligators grew happy with excitement.  In the rush of food, they ate her too, And then she realised the cost of loving the alligator.                                                      -crystal