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 Jul 2016 medha
Ovi-Odiete
You may have been hurt a thousand times,
Or destroyed with WORDS as hot as FIRE,
You may be broken and shattered,
You may not know what else to do,
So you resort to becoming bitter with words,
Aiming at attacking the ones that got away with you
Did they break you or ****** YOU?
Did it throw you into pieces?
And now you want to burn them in anyway?
Why not sit, ponder and SEARCH,
Sit again and see,
As long as you are bitter and fighting back,
There will be no peace,
For there is more energy and stress exerted in fighting than forgiving.
Forgive and let go.
It will soothe you,
It will him too.
Forgive,
Close your eyes,
Take a deep breath
And let it go
For it burdens your heart
And soon will make you collapse.
Let us all embrace ourselves as one even with our poetry, you don't have to leave this site for been hurt, someone out there needs your kind poems to sirvive. Forgive and MOVE ON. We are all pencils in the EYES of God.
 Jul 2016 medha
Lakshmi
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 Jul 2016 medha
Lakshmi
Why do you make fun of how much she eats? because you don't know that the only thing to help her mourn over her murdered father is food.
Why do you make fun of the scars on his arms? because you don't know the terror that fills his heart every time he goes home to his abusive father.
Why do you hate her for the colour of her skin? because she is the doctor that saved your brother from death.
Why do you despise them for their success? because once upon a time, all they had in a house was a mattress, and they've moved mountains to get to where they are.
Why are you against their religion? because it was someone from that religion to give blood to help your dying grandmother.
Why do you stay with him? when he treats you like dirt and the other guy wants to give you the universe for a lifetime?
Why do you drain the little girl of all the hope in her heart? because all she left are her hopes and dreams to protect her from her fear of never being able to see her deported parents again.
Why do you not see him? because he's trying his very hardest and yet he feels invisible.
Why hate her for her beauty? because true beauty exists in a persons soul, which is why she's got stars in her eyes.
Why do you make fun of the poor? because all they want is to get somewhere in life since all they have known is suffering.

Why is society like this?
 Jul 2016 medha
Lakshmi
It's us
 Jul 2016 medha
Lakshmi
When did we start living in a world with so much hatred and tears;
When did we live in a world, where girls who went to school felt fear;

When did it become acceptable to shoot a man for the colour of his skin,
breaking the hearts of his family, his children, and all his next of kin.

When did we lose the hope that filled our heart,
for people to shatter it part by part;
for us to feel worthless and in pain;
for us to be everything but sane.

When did it become okay, for the echoes of those in suffering to pass straight in and out of our ears day by day;

When did it become okay to **** innocent lives,
for they are the lives, of your mothers, fathers, husbands and wives;

When did it become wrong for girls to be educated,
because why must their lives be worth any less, or gated?

When did it become the 'norm' to shame people for their religion or ****** orientation,
because we should respect our differences, as a world and nation(s);

When did we become the people our mothers and fathers warned us of,
the ones they did not want us to know,
the ones who are stupid and low.

When did we forget, that we are the ones to blame,
we are the ones that should be filled with shame.

When did we forget that society is us,
and for us to change it, we need to change our stuff.

When will we understand this small but huge notion,
because if we do not, all will be lost, just in slow motion.
yes.
 Jul 2016 medha
aj
moondance
 Jul 2016 medha
aj
under pearls by the water
trickle down the tears of an angel's
daughter

in the forest deep below
resting her head on an earthy pillow

the animals guard and keep her safe
shine and pray the light away

the moon is her companion
for it she dances
the sun comes over and delightfully prances

in this finest hour
the world is no longer ours

a union of more than two
a trust greater than me and you

the sky cracks open and screams  
the dance is no longer for thee

maybe she was a little too free
perhaps the forest stifled her pleas
freewrite
 Jul 2016 medha
chris
...
 Jul 2016 medha
chris
...
maybe one day someone will come into my life and actually mean what they say
 Jul 2016 medha
L
Untitled
 Jul 2016 medha
L
Is God who I turn to in order to feel safe?
 Jul 2016 medha
Z
9:29 PM.
 Jul 2016 medha
Z
why call it love when it's friendship set on fire?
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