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Savanna Feb 2020
The sound of your breath steadies me, it makes me feel alive,
It makes me notice my own breath and the way I feel inside.

Your part in my life reassures my that I am really here,
Without you, who's to say I didn't make it all up from fear.
I am fragile:

Tissue-Paper skin,
Silken heartstrings.
Yet I still can breathe.
This tenuous breeze.

Glass bones,
in my glass home.
One stone,
is all it takes to breach,
My glass throne.

I am Fragile:
Please, shout at me,
while I can barely see,
what "me," really means.

Please, tell me I'm wrong,
So I can guess why,
I'm going to cry,
A broken song.

I am the fragile song who beats in amorphous tune,
to no one else's beat.
Who's piano strings are plucked by someone else's keys.
And who's instructions are in the other room.
Locked with someone else's key.

I am Fragile:
Easily broken or damaged.
Flimsy or Insubstantial.
Delicate and vulnerable.

I am the frail,
Who lives on the sheer strength of will.
Bongani G-kay Feb 2020
Who am I ?

I patiently asked....
But my answers were not answered....

As i sit under the shed drinking a hunters
I layed all my motives
Under
My heart racin.... that's
A sound of a thunder

Who am I?
Asked my father
The answers i got....
Deviates from one another....
I thought of me and I
But they was the other....
My self
Hidden behind the shelf
Taking orders like an elf
Pointy ears
Strange fears
I heard
All in my head

Who am I in your eyes?🌹
Who am I?
rhionna Feb 2020
I don’t know why but
I feel I’m always up at these late hours
deeply thinking
as I stare into the black abyss of my room
my mind is at rest but also at work
random thoughts seem to flood
will my semester be good?
will I make them proud?
will I achieve my goals?
will I be okay in the end?
questions upon questions
my inner thoughts
coming out in the dark
composed of thoughts of a college freshman during winter break
#am
TS Ray Feb 2020
Can I be the sun ray,
that brightens in many ways,
of the day that shines through,
all natural and ever glowing.

Can I be the cuckoo song,
that sets a tune without grammar,
of the lilting music to deaf ears,
all soothing and wonder inducing.

Can I be the thought,
that worships another thought,
of the superior one that I believe in,
all powerful and hope filling.

Can I be the rocky mountain,
that stands tall without emotion,
trapping the dark clouds in its arms,
ever calm and meaningfully inspiring.

Can I be the fancy mirror,
that shows my reflection without a bias,
keeping its judgment to itself,
so, I can answer finally, “who am I?”?
TS. 2020. Who Am I?
Thomas Harvey Jan 2020
When your hair's down and you're sitting in your car crying because you're a mess
When your hearts been broken and torn so much it feels like a game of chess

Just know I'll be there for you, Oh I believe we'll make it through, because I am here for you

When your mind says stop but your heart says go and you're stuck watching that river flow
When you feel your voice tremble when you speak, because you know we've already reached our peak

Just know I'll be there for you, wherever you go we'll fight it through, because I am here for you

When you move away and start thinking about those summer days, wishing you were still out at the bay and when you feel like there's nothing left.... Just take a deep breath

Because I'm still here for you, though it may not be the same as it used to, But I am still here.....waiting on you
YusufKudsi Jan 2020
Who was I before I met you?
Darkness and imperfection.
Who am I without you?
Sadness and depression.
Who am I with you?
Sunshine and perfection.
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