How fragments feel

Would you like to know, how fragments feel

It’s hard to tell really, when so many different emotions,

are reflecting back at you 

You wont find them in the air, sea, nor in me
you will find them on the ground

They belong there, in soil
where grass will grow, and men builds over

No archaeologist will assemble me correctly
No artist can capture my style
No amount of adhesive will hold these as one piece

I live only to breath into struggling lungs
and maybe if those would be in my blood, bone and soul

They too could understand.

Maybe, if each finds a piece of me and comes together
there will be too much to break, to hard to crack that ice

Traditional, fixed form, free verse and pretty words

So many ways I can tell you

But in the end,

I don’t want
to             piecing this together
sound    I am
like

 

fragment_by_aStormcrow

Every artist no matter what, will always have their skill. That is something that will always be a factor when writing a new piece, or drawing with grey, or painting with many colors.But I will agree and can not refuse, when you really feel down, in an emotional up roar there is a change in your writing, obvious yes, but there is a reason when the best of us can come out. You feel what so many writers and artists of old felt, even if the result doesn’t look good to you.

-Mkalyan

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