Look At Us Now:
There is a nostalgia for the things that help us grow.
There is a bitter sweet drop of innocence lost and youthfulness gained
There is a reminiscence for the days that were and the days that remain.
There is a nostalgia in me for you and for us.
For things grown from my touch.
If you squint and you tilt your head,
If you look a little longer in the silence
And the smile I bare
If you crack open my chest and gaze at the innards
All yellow and black
You will find yourself.
A child now grown,
A child found home.
There is a nostalgia for things that help us grow.
And you I believe wanted me to grow the most.
Look at us now.
~J.K.M.
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2. A Definitive (Poetry)
PoetryNot just poetry for humanity. Poetry for me too. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, even words can explain the complications in ones head if you find the time to discover the right sentences." ~J.K.M.
