Mehdi Chith

Rookie - 0 Points (10.06.1993 / Liverpool, Sydney, Nsw, Australia)

Mehdi Chith Poems

1. Classroom 12/7/2012
2. Sweetest Nights, Sweetest Days 12/7/2012
3. Evil Side Of Friendship 12/7/2012
4. Pleasure And Honour Of Love 12/7/2012
5. Tears Of The Homeless 12/7/2012
6. I Will Follow You 12/7/2012
7. Warm Blood Turned Cold 12/7/2012
8. The Words He Never Said 12/7/2012
9. Wind To Fire 12/7/2012
10. Addiction To Emotion 12/7/2012
11. A Teenager's Affection #2 12/7/2012
12. Sanctuary Of Our Dreams 12/7/2012
13. Summer And Winter 12/7/2012
14. Messy Breakup #1 12/7/2012
15. My Guard Is Down 12/7/2012
16. We Are But Blind Fools 12/7/2012
17. The Denial Of A Teenager's Love 12/7/2012
18. Love Is Not Honorable 12/9/2012
19. Seeking The Unobtainable 12/9/2012
20. Two Brothers 12/10/2012
21. Address Me Love 12/17/2012
22. A Mistake 12/17/2012
23. I Am Who I Am 12/17/2012
24. Why Wont It Burn.. 12/20/2012
25. Bittersweet Memories 1/15/2013
26. Period Of Late, The Moment Of My Surrender 3/27/2013
27. Of Hearts And Men 3/27/2013
28. Sweetest Tendencies 3/27/2013
29. Transcendent Beauty 3/27/2013
30. Secret Love 4/2/2013
31. Hill Crested Clouds 5/1/2013
32. Amidst The Confusion 9/17/2013
33. Words To Ears As Lips To Neck 12/7/2012
34. Unconscious Love 12/7/2012
35. An Undecided Matter 12/9/2012
36. Experience 12/9/2012
37. Her Memories 12/9/2012
38. Immortality 12/9/2012
39. My Self-Conscious 12/9/2012
40. For My Beautiful Friend, Jaylan. 5/1/2013
Best Poem of Mehdi Chith

Essence Of The Innocence

The essence of innocence is not its ability to be pure that people cherish, it is the state of being oblivious to the truth that surrounds our world, our society. Look at the young ones, expose them to the atrocities of society and they'll long to conform to the wrong path.

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Tears Of The Homeless

Look at the eyes that cry out blood, the desperate, the lonely and the unloved. Their homes of cardboard, as fragile as their smile, we love amongst them, yet we are in denial. Giving generously to the rich, their materialistic products of new, yet does it ever satisfy you? The cold nights arrive, bins lit on fire, freezing and alone...their condit

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