Cira Bodhi Poems

Imperfection,
she called herself;
her name often tagged,
her beauty was pure;
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Imperfection,
he called himself;
his name often popular,
the burden weighed upon his manly-shoulder;
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Normal Human thighs
just grow my insecurity high
from skinny to fat
ugly to pretty
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Love, love, love
it's like a fallen dove
from thinking of a person
to being heartbroken.
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The voice in my head
tempting me to stay in bed,
Just lying there,
Lost in empty air.
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I slumber under a cozy veil,
Dreams unveil many trails,
Each one whispers, calls to me,
Saying it's a wide sea,
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What's the point of having a voice,
when i can't scream or yell by choice,
They tell me it's safe to confide,
But deep inside, I know it's not a safe ride.
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It's hard to watch from so far,
All of it locked in a jar,
The words I wish I could say,
But hope keeps fading away.
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What is Poetry?
Is it always having to rhyme,
To keep lines in boundaries,
And not completely saying it all.
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I said, 'I wanna grow up fast',
But now I regret my past,
I started to wheeze,
And not fucking breathe.
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