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Only Human

Only Human

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by Clarissa
in the middle of the road, staring at a pretty bird

September 4th, 2010

 

I don't know who I am

And it bothers me

So I melt symbols with symbols to form

Guesswork that doesn't seem so hollow

I am the inventor of the question mark

And when I tilt my voice upward

You should reply

"I don't know" and then

It will haunt our dreams tonight

 

Because I am only human

I have named myself in Latin

Or I could be so much more

There are footprints on the moon now

But I don't remember why...

 

I'm certain to deny it

But I do believe in fairy tales

And everything appears so different

In retrospect, everything turned out right

So it seems

I am the inventor the written word

And the spoken one, too, and they are

Instruments of lies that sing of truth

In a world beyond reality

 

Because I am only human

And I have graphed myself, mapped myself

Pulled myself apart and

Put myself together

And still, I know that there's something missing

 

There are tire treads on Mars now

But I don't remember why...

 

My eyes dot the world

I plant my face upon every creature

And plant the shapes of creatures

Upon the pixilated sky

And I give them names

And numbers, as I force myself asleep

 

Because I am only human

I have named myself in Latin

Or I could be so much more

There are footprints on the moon now

But I don't remember why...

 

There are footprints on the moon now

But I don't remember why...

 


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No commets? really...SRSLY

No commets? really...SRSLY PEOPLE? That's offensive, and extremely disappointing (wags finger at anyone who happens to be watching)

I don't know how many times I'm going to say this, but I love love love your poetry. I want to read it, pick it apart, find out what makes it tick. And I think this one is about...the fact that even if you have everything it can't replace a heart. But what the heck, I only read it once, so I'm still pretty clueless. Seems like I should dedicate a whole day to figuring out your poetry meanings...but unfourtunately I don't have an attention span that long. So an, "Excellent job!" will have to do for now....and hooray for track stalking :)

Kiki:(after Red Queen has a hysterical fit of laughter) Am I missing something?

Neina:I think SHE'S missing something...

 

Posted by Ninja Cat on Mon, 09/06/2010 - 16:44
AHA! I think I have come

AHA! I think I have come upon the meaning of the wonderful poem that I have faved. It's not really from the perspective of one person, it's from the persepctive of the human race. I think it still has something to do with heart and soul and how power isn't everthing, but yes. In truth, we don't know why we exist or what our purpose is. We try to analyze everything, give it a reason, a place, establishign ourselves as superior. We forget to see things for what they truly are. We take our names from other languages, forever building off of what others do, because we are only human. We stamp our presence on every living thing, and we don't know why our actions cause so much trouble.  We went to the moon once...but why?

Kiki:(after Red Queen has a hysterical fit of laughter) Am I missing something?

Neina:I think SHE'S missing something...

Behold! The WALRUS! It's like a vampire, but better!~Neina

Posted by Rainbowbubble on Tue, 09/07/2010 - 18:56


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