Fragility Poems
"A name written in sand."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The course grains felt rough against her skin,
from hindrance to pain- it grew as she went on,
etching every name she knew,
each stroke a memoir of the time,
a remnant of the memories-
how her heart throbbed, how her mind churned,
how the pit in her was void once,
and over-flowing the next.
And told was she- not to remember these,
why bother when none bothered.
......
By early 30s we'll starting see the life as a Zanarkand enchantor would
by Lampetti -
But still are
there – with all pressure - the infance - the grief,
the struggle the mantle of candy - we use to cover up the mist - understood
The loneliness the fear – to lay –
a legitimate by-merely-being-Human-intimacy – we seek
......
bricks and trowels
by Jack Warner
of truth i told be wilted fate
the lies once alleged seemed shrewd
haply your allure contrived a lapse
though i discern i hankered trust
in due course settled all the same
with bricks and trowels by my hand
Fragile disciple
by Álan Brito
I’m more fragile than I could ever know. Apart from Jesus, I’m a no one.
I know that I should be better, stronger and filled with laughter. But there’s sorrow, complexity, and a mind full of old memories.
I feel so light when I feel Him, even though He only knows I miss it. It has been a while ever since I felt it that way, but I can see sparks of His glory anyway.
Let me refer directly to Him. Lord, I’m so sorry for the mess inside of me.
My thoughts, my words, my actions are disastrous. But inside of me, there’s a heart fully inclined to be your servant.
I’m tired of committing the same mistakes over and over again. I fight hard but I fail, i don’t deserve You, this I can say.
But You Lord, You don’t deserve me as well. For you are perfect, and I am no one to be counted even as Jesus’ slave. For you are Higher than We could ever tell.
......
"A name written in sand."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The course grains felt rough against her skin,
from hindrance to pain- it grew as she went on,
etching every name she knew,
each stroke a memoir of the time,
a remnant of the memories-
how her heart throbbed, how her mind churned,
how the pit in her was void once,
and over-flowing the next.
And told was she- not to remember these,
why bother when none bothered.
......
By early 30s we'll starting see the life as a Zanarkand enchantor would
by Lampetti -
But still are
there – with all pressure - the infance - the grief,
the struggle the mantle of candy - we use to cover up the mist - understood
The loneliness the fear – to lay –
a legitimate by-merely-being-Human-intimacy – we seek
......
bricks and trowels
by Jack Warner
of truth i told be wilted fate
the lies once alleged seemed shrewd
haply your allure contrived a lapse
though i discern i hankered trust
in due course settled all the same
with bricks and trowels by my hand
Fragile disciple
by Álan Brito
I’m more fragile than I could ever know. Apart from Jesus, I’m a no one.
I know that I should be better, stronger and filled with laughter. But there’s sorrow, complexity, and a mind full of old memories.
I feel so light when I feel Him, even though He only knows I miss it. It has been a while ever since I felt it that way, but I can see sparks of His glory anyway.
Let me refer directly to Him. Lord, I’m so sorry for the mess inside of me.
My thoughts, my words, my actions are disastrous. But inside of me, there’s a heart fully inclined to be your servant.
I’m tired of committing the same mistakes over and over again. I fight hard but I fail, i don’t deserve You, this I can say.
But You Lord, You don’t deserve me as well. For you are perfect, and I am no one to be counted even as Jesus’ slave. For you are Higher than We could ever tell.
......
