Comments received on poems by Mela
The weight
L. B. Mek said:
maybe embrace the memories
that fighting them
only, utilise all the memories
those few good
that linger to remind you, you too
were granted, some
good, in life
maybe, that\'s a starting point
that will yield some better results..
thanks for sharing
January 20th, 2023 07:20
L. B. Mek said:
maybe embrace the memories
that fighting them
only, utilise all the memories
those few good
that linger to remind you, you too
were granted, some
good, in life
maybe, that\'s a starting point
that will yield some better results..
thanks for sharing
January 20th, 2023 07:20
Help
L. B. Mek said:
(mirror, mirror
in my mind, whose the craziest
of us all
me, for wanting something real
beyond the fake smiles
that never reaches peoples eyes
or them
that act like, school
is a staging ground
for future
pseudo ideological, battlefields?
I was forced to attend, this
cesspool of suffering
to further my mind
now, a few years-in
and many years still left
I\'m made to feel like
I\'ve lost the plot
they say chess is a hard game
I\'ll argue, chess is a playground
in the face of betrayal and cruelty
as dance of surviving, school life
and to think, after all this
awaits endless interview rejections
and offices
chocking my capacity to breathe
to what end, must I endure?
then maybe
it\'ll be ok, in my own time
I start looking for choices
that broaden my own mind
read/watch/listen
to those things that entice
my creativity and self woven
smile
so maybe, when I graduate
from that hellscape named
school
I\'ll skip all that other part
and begin to live a life
I won\'t need my mind\'s mirror
to validate!
a life, all of my own volition
a life, curated
and filled by those
whose smiles, reach their hairlines
yes, maybe
I\'ll start to plot my life\'s
self-liberation, preparation
Today!)
January 20th, 2023 06:03
L. B. Mek said:
(mirror, mirror
in my mind, whose the craziest
of us all
me, for wanting something real
beyond the fake smiles
that never reaches peoples eyes
or them
that act like, school
is a staging ground
for future
pseudo ideological, battlefields?
I was forced to attend, this
cesspool of suffering
to further my mind
now, a few years-in
and many years still left
I\'m made to feel like
I\'ve lost the plot
they say chess is a hard game
I\'ll argue, chess is a playground
in the face of betrayal and cruelty
as dance of surviving, school life
and to think, after all this
awaits endless interview rejections
and offices
chocking my capacity to breathe
to what end, must I endure?
then maybe
it\'ll be ok, in my own time
I start looking for choices
that broaden my own mind
read/watch/listen
to those things that entice
my creativity and self woven
smile
so maybe, when I graduate
from that hellscape named
school
I\'ll skip all that other part
and begin to live a life
I won\'t need my mind\'s mirror
to validate!
a life, all of my own volition
a life, curated
and filled by those
whose smiles, reach their hairlines
yes, maybe
I\'ll start to plot my life\'s
self-liberation, preparation
Today!)
January 20th, 2023 06:03
