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 Feb 2016 MonkeyZazu
Annie
Thousands of words in my head,
Only ten fall out of my mouth,

"Suddenly ,once and for all,
I have become so blue,"


A billion thoughts wandering about,
Not a single I can deliver to you,

What is life but merely a puzzle?
Knew you'ld frown,what else is the truth?

Them people all around us day and night,
I've met many,but I know just a few,

Perhaps it goes this way in the end,
We let go but eventually we find somebody new
 Feb 2016 MonkeyZazu
Annie
She has friends
A lot of friends
Yet she feels alone

She knows them
But they don't know her
Not any of them


Its such a despair -
A tragedy I plead
The one who has loved
Is always neglected indeed
 Feb 2016 MonkeyZazu
Annie
One last time
I had to look back
I had to have
My very last glance

She was my mother
And I loved her
Earnestly
Faithfully

I know
She fed me
I know she cared
I know sometimes
She wished I wasn't even there

We could hold the grudge
For as long as you seek
But Momma,
Aren't you supposed to love me?

I desire your blessings,
I yearn for your fondness,
Momma how can you not see?
Your daughter is not what you believe,

I have become a waste
Somebody's worst day
But you don't even bother
If I leave or if I stay
 Feb 2016 MonkeyZazu
jndv
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 Feb 2016 MonkeyZazu
jndv
if i just collected all my tears..


starting from the day i felt everything
but decided to act like it's nothing

i assure you
i will drown someone

because i probably made an ocean..
a sea...
or any body of water...
that you didn't know exists
 Feb 2016 MonkeyZazu
Jack Huang
A shooting star shot me
with a 50. caliber of beauty
while I was standing guard
in the middle of my duty.

There I stood in silence
in the middle of the night.
Reminded of your smile
that is brighter than light.

Dreaming of those eyes
that illuminates my heart
and banish the gloom
that once tore me apart.

And as the shining sun rose
blooming beautifully slowly.
I thanked you once again
For not keeping me lonely.
I think most people have that one person who can keep them company even though they are not physically present.
 Feb 2016 MonkeyZazu
grace
His lips taste like sorrow.
Bitter. Sweet. And everything in between.

He won’t tell of the hell he’s been through
But you can taste it when he kisses you.

He’ll smile.
He’ll pretend he’s fine.
He’ll tell you it’s nothing.
But you know he’s lying.

You know he’s lying right through his teeth.
But you taste the truth when he kisses you.

You taste the sorrow.
You taste the pain.
You taste the war within him.

You wonder if he knows that you understand.
Homegrown but hermetically sealed
from people, places, ways to feel.
Dropping a tablet on a tongue,
Korbel divides around pink sponge;
swallowing four or five, to avoid feeling alive.
There are cars leaving trails of thoughts.
Dare them to drive,
drunk on moments,
stuck on other people--
her freckles could fall to the floor
and turn the tiles into an oceanic remembrance.

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We are lost trees, reaching out
but stuck where we say we'll soon leave:
rooted even after death,
relying on escape so much that hope
becomes our prison.
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