did this a year ago as part of a class and was proud of it but never shared it anywhere constructive criticism is very welcome :] tw for death and drowning for the second one ////// The pottery shop is my home. Someone walks in and puts me down on the table. I form with their hands, I become who they want me to be. I say what they want to hear, agree when they agree, disagree when they disagree. I’ve become a vase. Someone else walks in, I hide that vase. What I once told someone I liked I now despise. I smile and frown to match their words. I’ve become a bowl. The cycle repeats. I don’t say anything one way or another until I’m on that table again. I’ve got a collection of unique ceramics. Each one made for someone else. Switching between the two is as natural as breathing. I can change without them ever even knowing. I never set, never harden. Constantly changing for the next potter that comes. But at the end of the day, who am I? What creation that I became is the one I wanted to be? From my spott on the shelf I see the kiln. What form will I be when I go in? Who am I, without anyone? Parts of me are everywhere. I’m the usefulness of a plate, the shape of a vase, the roundness of a bowl, the handle of a cup. I am everything, and I am nothing. I am the clay, you are the potter. — The ice is scratched and thin, spread out for miles They ask if your ready, ready for your trials They pick you up and throw you over You break the ice and sink lower and lower The freezing water replaces all the air You can’t breathe, but should you care? The end is near, they said it themselves This was payback for all your rebels Warm tears mix in the water, streaming from your eyes Knowing the ending didn’t stop the never ending lies Your body turns numb, all hope now lost Should you have spoken out, knowing the cost? “You should have followed the rules” they say “You should have been better, now you’ll pay” But if they only listened, maybe they’d see Life on land would be so more free Yet the captain couldn’t have them leave So he had to make them believe With a final goodbye you were thrown overboard Saying it be better than facing the sword All air leaves your body, only a few moments left If only someone else had listened, but you couldn’t contest Not with their promises of paradise, a place with no worry But it's a small window, so give them everything in a hurry Everything goes dark, your final stand thwarted Hundreds of people still exploited You did what you could, planted a seed It came down to others who no longer believed —— after i showed my parents this my mom asked if i was okay :sob:
