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 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
Nessa dieR
There's a girl alone in her bedroom
Playing with the air
In the shadows of the moon
Although no one's there.

Playing with her imagination
Afraid they might burst
Her bubble of protection
Keeping her from trust.

She doesn't share treasures
Nor secrets as well
Nothing brings her greater pleasure
Than playing with herself.

Her universe is huge, more than the whole earth
But tell me darling, will it be like this until death?


Because girl, what might become of you,
Without dreams to follow?

What might help you stay at peace,
When you're drowning in sorrow?

**What might bring you back to love
When they burst your bubble?
I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing
It must have the same effects as walking on the moon
It must trend faster than a meteor as it  hurdles through cyber space

I refused to love any man, who dislikes my poetry,
My man must support my passion ..
not only the warmth of my body
but the passion within this poetess, my secretive mind he must be able to balance:
Without wondering why a woman like me is so naturally secretive
I am always embracing the dark side of my creativity
Dropping little hints here and there throughout the years,

Sidney   J. Harris once said something that left pondering thoughts
He said “When he hears somebody sighs,
'Life is hard,' he’s always tempted to ask them, 'Compared to what?'
I would simply say dog-gone it: Compared to struggling poets whose tries to make a living as a writer

While an upcoming rapper like Chief Keef
signed a several-million dollar deal
with offending lyrics in today music industries:

I just want to write a poem no one ever thought of writing,
With lots of intense emotion bursting through each line:
Because a poem can’t exist without a poet's multiple voices
and most of all his divine missions
 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
JR Potts
I wrestled with the black sea
that brood inside of her,
but nothing I possessed
could stop that dark tide
from taking her.
The poem is actually a line from a short story I wrote about a man trying to deal with his wife's depression
 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
mutant
Indeed this feels strange
All the furniture been rearranged
In my mind I can't rationalize
How can all this be matieralized
For sure I might be going crazy
My vision  seems to be a bit hazy
So I will imagine great things
That will make the angels in heaven sing
 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
mutant
I had forgotten
I don't have this in excess
Look what a mess
I have become spoiled rotten
Should be forgotten
But instead sold and bought in
 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
mutant
something is wrong with me
i feel too much cant you see
bbut i am not dumb
i can make it num
i can forget what i know
come sit and enjoy the show
i have lost all connection
maybe i am dead now no need for a resurrection
 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
mutant
done
 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
mutant
when its all said and done
did we have any fun
always feel like i got used
do you feel amused
oh look theres the sun
**** it i am done
 Apr 2015 MonkeyZazu
Revi Abari
Question: What’s wrong?
My eyes sting from all the crying
I have no friends
I have no ambitions other than to die early
Medication can’t fix me, talking doesn't help me
Can’t see therapists anymore in fear they’ll call 211
Crying myself to sleep every night
Have to keep lying to myself so I can get out of bed
I hate myself
I’m weak, stupid, worthless, pathetic, ugly, fake, and empty
All I do is cause others to worry about me not that they care until I’m at my breaking point
It gets worse every day but I’m keeping it all inside for your sake
I want to die
I don’t want to make you worry or burden you with my problems
                                                        ­                    Answer: I’m fine
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