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Maggie Medoff Dec 2014
Teach me how to regain naiveté
Dislodge the mangled figures in my mind
Battered, bruised, lost in a sea of decay
Recycled thoughts convulse me to a grind
Maggie Medoff Dec 2014
Walked to the river to experience liberation again.

Let the tall grass nourish my tired, nostalgic toes.

Blood streaming through my arteries like an ocean song.

Pensive- Mind's gears turning like clockwork.
Maggie Medoff Dec 2014
How long does it take for a single thought to disintegrate into oblivion, like a leaf in a stormy tantrum of winds?
Discarding uttered, syllabic hopes and exchanging them for silent resignation.
We must learn to trust the weight of our voices, crying out against the hierarchal restrain of free-thinkers, the infliction of pain upon zealous, revolutionary-born eye-blinkers, altering the stale air and walk of a complacent nation.
A nation choosing easy over beneficial, leaving the actual judging to the judicial minds and entwining quick satisfaction with tangible, ready action, but ignoring the consequential intellect to make lasting effects.
Conquer instant hesitation and favor deeper existence. Learn how to cherish contemplation; Don't be a slave to resistance.
You are more than a work-driven vessel, guided by the ideals of those "in control."
Re-discover your original freedoms and liberation, born from a seed of purpose and self-determination, rooted in potential and power to defy limitation, you are stronger than what you believe you have become...
  Dec 2014 Maggie Medoff
Lennox Jones
I used to go out
all the time,
until I found
someone
I'd rather
stay in
with.
Tonight
   got away from the mess
city   toothache     throb
ensemble of car horns
     shoppers throwing     money
like empty   sweet wrappers

park is better
calming me     a cup of cocoa
stepped     into Narnia
     without the wardrobe

snow   squeals   with each step
little deaths
   little graves where others have   stood
a ring of prints from   a hundred   shoes

breathe in     white silence
   find frost’s left a hypothermic   dance
between wires   of a tree
   white fibres together as arms

sweep clean   the bench
   blanket of sherbet
sit and think
how simple it is to be     forgotten
   alone   a caterpillar of tinsel
in a tattered   brown box
not allowed to   shine past
   December thirty-first

or not shine at all
   rather a rope of dud   fairy-lights
   I wonder   I wonder
lamppost emits a   frigid glow
night unfurls above my head
  
   I left my gloves
at home     again
Written: November/December 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and a collaboration piece with a fellow HP member, Rose. This poem is a response to an image found online of a snowy park scene. Rose's poem, her own response to the same image, can be found here - http://hellopoetry.com/poem/962427/white-silence-a-collab-with-reece-aj-chambers/
It is recommended you read both pieces - feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
  Oct 2014 Maggie Medoff
Paxton Potter
Within a room somewhere
Sits Pandora
Holding the box that
She opened long ago
When her heart was curious and naive

Now her heart is heavy
And tears fill her eyes
Hope is weak
Hope is shriveling
If only she hadn’t
Set loose the monsters

She wishes people
Saw hope
The way she does
Leaking out slowly
Filling the air
Pulsating, Shaking
Glowing

Maybe if they understood
They would hold on
Just a little longer
For their monsters
To die

Because in the end
The hero always wins
You just need to be there
To See it
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