What a
Strange word
Invented by itself
Human
Made
Human
By
Humans
We all have soild bones
That break apart
When we all cry
We all have bleeding hearts
That sometimes run dry
You have a past
That only a few know
And I have stories
To show
We all want to help
But absolutely terrified
You might not neeed it
All was felt before
Just a bunch of bones
And flesh running
Feet pounding the earth clean
Hand tearing the sky
With ideas and theorys
About the word why
Why? Do we love
Or hate?
Die?
Live?
Why?
Does God do these things?
Why should I even believe
I am human?
Maybe i am just one atom
Apart of trillion
Forming another atom
From another trillion
Postive or negative
And a little of both
I don't know why
Us humans made of the same thing
But all so different down to
The soul
The soul of a human
No explanation
No reason being
But we form all our meaning
On a trillion human souls
We are human
Maybe we aren't
Though as my heart beats
And my bones break
Meaning surges my soul
All i know
My human
Seeks yours
To be the few that know
Your past
And be the one that
Heals your bones
Holds your heart
Hears your soul
Every broken human
On this earth
Meeting my broken
Human
In glances or conversations
Fingers grasping at deeper meanings
Deeper connection
Deeper relation
Human to human
Hear me out
Stick with me
And maybe
We can all figure it out.
Inspiration: Youth group
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoesíaPoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...
