fragile
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Fragile, like a balancing pillar of glass
fragile, like a pile of gun powder
fragile, in the sense of a sculpture made of gun powder.
Anterior View of a Fragile Abdomen
By Emma Roy
Inspired by Monica Ong documentary poetry “Silent Anatomies”
***Please note the media attached is the original version of the poem
The woman's tears were beautiful; the rarest things tend to be. The less a fragile soul is seen, the more tender and sweet it seems.
I am fragile,
Like a glass
Of wine.
One encounter
And you can tip
Me over.
Out spills my pain
And emotions
That could have
Helped you ease your pain,
But you can't put me
Does anyone care what goes on anymore?
Children are fragile beings of the earth.
They abused and locked behind closed doors,
Kidnapped and killed just after day of birth.
It's hard to see how close we are to the edge.
We'd be dead with just one step.
Just one move--we'd lose our way.
Every day, on the brink of insane
A fragile line to separate the sides
Fragil Little Child
Whiny Little Girl
Blessed with the worst
Huanted by her thoughts
She screams and stays quiet
So much on her mind
Nothing ever said
Why so confused
About nothing
"Watch from a distance
As the girl he loves caved
Picks up her head
As she tried to be brave
Tears cried alone
He knew he could save
Her eyes held an anguish
Was it too late?
My beginning was a fragile breath.
A newborn soul,
A simple being, born into a complex world.
Growing up the world was blurry,
Innocence consumed all my thoughts while the world outside was anything but.
In my universe,
My whole life is a curse,
A curse I must live.
In my universe,
My mind is very fragile,
My chin must face up.
In my universe,
All I ever feel is pain.
And I have grown numb.
I am only a girl,a girl with a heartand a soul made of glass.
A girl who walks alone,keeping to herself.I am just a mysteryto the world passing by.
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I feel like I'm falling apart.
I'm breaking
Like glass, shattering on the floor.
Fragile
That's me.
Frail.
Weak.
Breakable.
But what if it's not?
I have
Strength.
Power.
Invincibility.
Intensity.
Knocking on the sky and I'm listening to the sound
as I'm trying to get some of the thing they call love
My eyes see something my brain refuses to process
Suckling from the teeth of life just to gain strife...
What a beautiful rose you are!
How I wish to pluck you so!
But those thorns will just leave scars,
A reminder of the painful woes.
My rose your scent is so sweet,
What we feel is what we know.
It is delicate, fragile.
Punctured and bruised.
Touched and healed.
What we feel is what we know.
And every time, the goosebumps grow,
The world today is filled with hardship and poverty, filled with people struggling just to get by. from the United States to Europe, poverty is everywhere.
Do you remember
The earth’s heartbeat?
Do you know
That flowers aren’t just
To look pretty?
And that the dirt
Love is meant to last,
But alas, it is very fragile like glass,
It may break into little pieces that even when glued,
Taped together preciously or delicately sewed,
Tepid drops of water leak from the top
Of a desolate deserted well
Catching bits of sunlight as they trickle down.
Amid the sands of grief at the bottom,
So fragile is my shell
I feel empty
yet when cracked, i will run
The thoughts race through my brain
Am i sane
that question
Am i sane
follows me through the dark
Fragile Pieces
So complicated
Nearly unexplainable
So many paths to take
Choose one
Stay or go
Make your own trail
Or follow others’
