Fragile Things:
Human beings made of fragile things
Of skin and bleeding and purple veins and tear drops on lashes like beading
Humans made of fragility and life
What is a life in question if not a life well lived?
What dictates this human life we live, is it the questions we take or the answers we give?
Momento mori in it's finest form, taking before we ever really live
But how long is too long and how long is not enough?
Human beings made of fragile things like syrups and vices and drugs
Needing softer emotions to combat the emptiness in rough hugs
That don't last long enough or last too long
The fear of letting go and the fear of holding on too long
Human beings made of fragile things
Pale limbs and cracked fingernails
I want to know what's inside of you, if it looks something like me
If we humans rip open our innards and search what there is to see
In amongst your organs and a heart that beats
Your blood cells, your lungs, your anatomy
I want to know if somewhere in there the anatomy could be shaped like me
Silly little humans made of fragile things
Like the need for bonding and the need to be seen
The human aspect of living comes not only in the need to breathe
But the need to relate to other fragile human beings
All we are is an accumulation of hair and skin
And the vitals pumping within
And yet our fragile lives hold so much living, whatever that could mean
Human beings made of fragile things
Of skin and bleeding and purple veins and tear drops on lashes like beading
Humans made of fragility and life
And I'm always searching to find if these people have meaning.
~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.
