We claim to be children of God in this age.
We claim to want peace as we fire hand grenades.
We want the truth as we tell our own lies.
We want promises but break our own ties.

Corrupted, mislead, riots turning the streets red.
Turn off the TV, tuck your children safely in bed
With these images stuck in their head.

Our brains are rotting what has this world caused us to be?
21st century zombie-
Plugged in at all times.
Why is our laziness not considered a crime?

Why has He
Not come forth to teach us there's
So much more in this life-

Besides the pillage, the ****.
Everyone has their own *** tape.
The ******, the politics, the News
There is no difference, no one wears a cape.

We claim to know what's best, but let the wrong govern us: the minority and the rest.
We claim to want to help, but lock up the wrong because he is not like our self.
We claim to be equal, but won't let me marry who I want to still.
We claim and we claim, but it all stays the same.

When you're a half of a whole
Composer comes and goes
Tempers stand in the way
Then beneath the layers
of unshed pains
together you face today

Each step, a mirrored dance
Each breath, a fighting chance
Laced with another
Tied together

It can be suffocating
Your every thought invaded
By the considerations of another

Days that bring rain
Weigh down heavy on love
When it's forgot

When you choose to be one half
You take the good and the bad
You will never be one soul again
And your comforted by only him

While he frustrates
While he yells and berates
He koves you and you see it on his face

When you're a half of a whole
Your life is not your own
It is a gift given
And you share it
Willing

प्यार देखने में सबको अधूरा लगता है,
पर इसे समझने में जीवन पूरा लगता है,
सच्चा प्यार हो तो ज़िन्दगी सवर जायेंगी,
और झूठा हो तो टूट कर बिखर जायेंगी,

ये ढाई अक्षर नही,ज्ञान का भंडार है,
ये सिर्फ शब्द नही,अमरता का वरदान है,
सच्चा प्यार तो ईश्वर को भी रास आती है,
यू ही नहीं गोपियाँ कभी मीरा तो कभी राधा कहलाती है,

आँखों से शुरू होता,पर तड़पना इस दिल को पड़ता है,
कभी उनकी याद में रोता, तो कभी अकेले में आहें भरता है,
कभी अश्क़ बन आंखों से टपक जाता है,
तो कभी सिसकियाँ बन दिल मे ही दब जाता है,

कोई प्यार को चाहत ,तो कोई इसे रोग कहता है,
पर दिल बिन कुछ कहे ही सबकुछ समझ लेता है,
इस ढाई अक्षर ने किसी को कवि तो किसी को शायर बना डाला,
जिसने इसको समझा उसने जग में अपना नाम कर डाला.........


लोग कहते है प्यार न करना क्योंकि ये अधूरा होता है,
पर हम कहते है सच्चे दिल से कर के देखो जरूर पूरा होता है....

मनीष श्रीवास्तव.........✍
https://youtu.be/JxphAW9b53Y

Com·mu·ni·ty
/kə'myoonədē/
noun
1. A group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common.
synonyms: group, body, clique, faction

How do you define your community? Does it fit this definition?

My roots run deep in this town.
We have been here too long, yet not long enough.
We all grew up here and everyone knows everyone, but I do not know my neighbors name.
I think that is the problem with this day and age.
The word community has taken on a new meaning.
It tastes sour in our mouths when we say it because it is lost all sense of direction.
We say we seek community, yet it is in small groups, of those we deem worthy and fitting.
We let the homeless and the jobless slip through the cracks.
A tiny town filled with tiny lives.
Lives that are only important to ourselves, yet that is enough.
No one cares about anyone who does not benefit our own importance.
We are a broken people, a fractured community of lost souls searching for individual places in a too small world.  
We feel infinite, but our names have already been forgotten.
Despite our brokenness, our ripped and damaged edges, we are beautiful.
-M

And in twenty-something years, after love and heartbreak, joy and sorrow. After so many lessons learned and good times had, and all of the ups and downs. With all of the people I've met, and through a stroke of luck, the people I've helped...

I have come to realize that I don't know anyone.


The darker corners of your mind, the condition it's in. Like hunger.

It's not something that goes away.


Empty.


All is lost.

blowing freeda ******
hula hoops into stale air
holding hands in circle
of teen friendship
ignoring lifes stable path
of family love
choosing time and time again
the darker side of life
filled with Jeremy Kyles
problematic souls
and all I can do
is remain silent and hope
one day she shreds
her cocoon and sees
what real love is

I write poems based on what's going on with me, past issues, current mental state, what's on my mind currently, and real life situations.

This is like my outlet
like people writing songs based on how they feel
or based on the stuff that has been happening.

Because of this, many of them are very personal.
Some are true, some are just a poem idea.
Can you tell which ones are real?
Can you tell which ones are base on what's been happening in my life?

Like a door way leading to my darkest secrets of my struggles.
I put myself here for you to judge