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Pandora Poikilos Poem
Call me silly
But I enjoy being on a beach with a good book
Minus the worry about chargers or glares on my screen
It's just me and my handsome hero, his beautiful love
In that far away land, in the middle of that intricate mess.
And what is the point of a family meal when all you hear now
Are beeps of Berries or tunes of GaGas
Call me silly
But I prefer the pleasures of a snail mail letter
In comparison with emails, pings and tweets
Instead of worrying about internet connection and hackers,
I do not need to worry about the internet service provider
Who can one day take away my precious memories
Just because his terms and conditions says he can
Yes, call me silly
But these are my memories of love and failure
Peace and turbulence, that will be my gift to my children
The silly letters that my best friend wrote to say
That he loved me for better or for worse and I believed
Without worrying that he may have another wife
That I will one day find through online Spaces or Books
Call me silly
But even as I am fascinated with the wonders
That the world of social media can give me
I worry more often about how I am misunderstood
In a world of instant travel and friendship
Where rules do not exist
And when they do, are rarely followed
Call me silly
But in a world where everything seems so easy
One click, everyone says
We spend so much time on the whole world
Instead of on those who really need us
In a world where rumours are a trend
And truth is an afterthought
Call me silly
But why do people trust what this online world says
When all it takes is this,
I have a secret you see, says this person
Let's listen, say another hundred or more
Who cares if its true? Who cares if it hurts?
Simply nobody you see
Yes, call me silly, if you will
But I think this is exactly, what it means
When our parents told us
Too much of a good thing
Can actually be a bad thing.
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Pandora Poikilos Poem
I am huddled in a corner
Waiting for you to speak
Waiting for you to love me
Waiting for you to accept me
Waiting for the day when you will know
All there is to know
One day you’ll know
How my memories of you
Are ones torn with torment filled words
I craved for you to accept me as I am
And not to break me to become who you want me to be
One day you’ll know
How I longed for my memories of you
To be filled with laughter and shouts of joy
There was always something else more important
Joy and laughter are not priorities you said
One day you’ll know
You didn’t have to be correct all the time
I didn’t want you to be perfect
I just wanted you to be there
For me as I have been for you
One day you’ll know
More wrong words have never been spoken
When you told me to live my life
As how others wanted to see me
As to how others thought of me
One day you’ll know
That the most important standards are your own
And others will always have something to say
Nobody is perfect
We can only let our own experiences be our teachers
One day you’ll know,
Innocence robbed can never be restored
Caught deep in your misery
You’ll crave for memories of joy
For moments when “we” mattered more than “I”
One day you’ll know
You’ll realize that too many moments have slipped by
So much time lost
So much distance has come in between
So many walls have been built
But one day you’ll know
Moments passed are moments gone
Wounds may heal but scars will remain
And scars of yesterday
Will always be memories tomorrow
One day you’ll crave for the chance to tell me
That you do love me
That you won’t change who I am
That you will take me as I am
That we have so much to talk about
Where will I be, when you know?
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Jenny said
RIght or wrong, true or false
So many childlike games to play
Love me he did, rob me he did
Girl one minute, woman the next
Do I really need to forgive?
Jenny said
Time is supposed to
Heal my wounds, they tell me
Time will make me better
But, so long, and my wounds are still here
Will I ever stop hurting to feel better?
Jenny said
I know my life is wrong
I know my ways can be better
I know many things that need fixing
But all I want is some loving
Can anyone love me and be accepting?
Jenny said
As he hits me, again
And tries to break me
I let my mind wander
Knowing life can be better
When will it be enough?
Jenny said
I want to leave him
I want to be away
But he loves me, you see
Maybe this is the love I deserve
Or is there really something better?
Jenny said
One day, I'll find a love
That is so great
That is so accepting
And loves me for who I am
Why can't I find this love today?
Jenny said
I am so damaged, beyond words
I am so broken, beyond repair
There are so many pieces of me
There is no peace within me
How can you love me?
Jenny said
There is no such thing as love
Love happens to other people
People who have love to give
Why do you love me
When I have none to give?
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