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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.
She needs a sensitive soul. A gentle touch. A loving heart.
An adventure so dangerous, it can kill so furious, it can destroy the mind,
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.  
*/ /*-->*/ 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.
(2/14/14 1:40 P.M)  
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  
Truthfully she is a young rosebud, Still opening up to the world around her.
Fragile Pieces So complicated Nearly unexplainable So many paths to take Choose one Stay or go Make your own trail Or follow others’
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