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Lakshmi Jul 2017
A connection, a spark,
light in the dark;
lust into love,
as pure as the angels above;
both so young, both so dumb,
just the two of them was their sum;
they felt the world move as they moved,
everything intertwined in just their groove;
so madly in love, as if the world was only filled with those two,
both went hand in hand together, like a toolbox and the screws;
but then, both did things they said they wouldn't do,
and soon they realised it was no longer them two;
they realised in fact 'the world does not revolve around us',
and they were just two teenagers who were once in ocean deep love;
and as the days had passed, they had spoken less and less,
both did things to ease away the stress;
and now, they would hardly speak at all,
ironic for two who once stood so tall;
and all they have now are memories so fond,
of the love they had for each other, once so strong;
and now in their hearts, the memories remain deep,
for every once in a while, there would be a tear or a weep;
funny how life pans out,
yet time keeps moving forward, without a doubt...
Lakshmi Jul 2016
Can you remember a while ago,
when you were just a little child, boy or girl,
when the moon is the only place you wanted to be,
and your goals were the only thing you wanted to achieve.
Remember the little girl who said 'I want to be a doctor and save lives'
of all the children, adults, husbands and wives,
remember the little boy who only wanted to be an actor,
where his determination was his number one factor.
Remember how change used to excite you, and make you grow,
and you used to learn these things you loved to tell and show.
Remember now, when you weren't so small,
when obstacles hit, but they only wanted to make you tall,
and you thought your dreams were useless and you felt shame,
because you thought you weren't good enough.
Now remember how you overcame that, through good times and rough,
remember when you said 'my dreams weren't broken'
when your desire, was again awoken.
And you reached your goals, you did yourself proud,
you were flying through every cloud.
remember that joy you felt inside,
all the happiness and all the pride.
So always remember to look back on that,
because when you sat alone on that rug and mat,
you pushed through, and didn't give up like a brat.
Remember, for every great success, great pain comes before it,
yet you have to continue, and take all of the hits.
Remember, giving up is not you,
for all your dreams and goals, you must pursue!
just a little motivation. Cliche but don't give up :)
Lakshmi Jul 2016
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.
Lakshmi Jul 2016
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?
Lakshmi Jul 2016
You long for death and in that moment, his loved one has died and his tears stain her body and his love has drowned out of his heart;
You say it's not worth living, and her father has passed and along with him, goes her soul, her happiness, her life;
You ask why you were born, whilst others cannot conceive and weep of humiliation whilst the pain of them not being able to have a child haunts them forever;
You hate your life of riches, yet the suffering of those with nothing echoes around the world and dances through each of our ears;
You complain of your house being too small, whilst there are kids screaming of fear and pain without shelter, their safety has been taken away from them so harshly;
You hate your shoes, whilst another is walking barefoot on glass, with blood drenching from his body;
You complain of your parent(s), whilst a young orphan girl is drawing the pictures of her parents with chalk on the ground, and all she wonders, is why they were murdered so inhumanely.
You hate the world, for all the wrong it has done to you, whilst another has been stripped of their freedom, *****, and made to lay lifelessly on the ground;
You hate the new toy bought for you, and yet, a young boy only has one toy to remind him of his now murdered family, and his screams from his nightmares echo the jungle in which he sleeps in.

And in the time they mourn, and she draws, and he screams, you complain.
Appreciate the life you are given, for you are strong enough to live it, and many others can only wish for the things you have.
  Jul 2016 Lakshmi
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.
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