Every letter that I write seems to be burning JidosReality my poetry started learning, that letters become words and words become meanings.


Memories are never lost they awake but day dreaming, sounds searching and screaming my poem book is drowning silently shouting.


The genius in the words as I write when I think, JidosReality was as twisted as an apple refusing to fall down from a tree. Like a shadow afraid of the dark scared to be lost.


A pen with out ink! Oh how hollow can I think? Words come out rushing the poem cuddles my pen as it starts blushing. 


My fingers are tingling buzzing to the words my thoughts are speaking. Sun shine filled with rain drops cold misty days trying to warm my heart up.


I crush and break every word I can't tame, there's a name for those words every word has a name! Poetry as I write it will never be the same.


JidosReality hears my pen pick my brain, hears the book I write in write down what you see. 


But the pen has no ink a "Blank Page is all I can see.


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It's madness I tell ya the world I live in, my mind never sleeps it's racing constantly! 

If I could take out all the pain from inside me, and hang it on a washing line for the whole world to see! 

I'm afraid many people would not be able to handle what they see. Do you read my poetry? And ask your self why it's so deep?  

Do you see the tears falling from the words as they speak? 

I try to understand why sadness has attached it's self to me! Why love finds it hard to become best friends with me! 

I gauss it is wat it is it's how it's supposed to be. My soul was just chosen to be left empty. 

If you don't get it? Let me try to explain it simply! Read this poem again the words ain't going anywhere they may be lost but are always listening.

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Why does he want it? My life is crazy please show me why his life is so amazing, write on this  poems page tell me why I'm thinking?


Take a word from my page JidosReality is alive and breathing, I grew up stumbling and learning. hush be quiet listen this poem is speaking.


It's day dreaming looking for something. It's very hungry munching yet tasting nothing. You been so polite as you read! thank you I love that smile I see on your face as you read.


My anger is my heart beat.They watched me crumble falling slowly weak, and whilst they stood there laughing pointing many fingers at me, I'll be making my bed under the corner shop sleeping on the street.


My pen in my right hand my poem book waiting to speak my thoughts fighting so much greed. I want to strangle every word they said to me I ripped out all this sadness they left on me.


I smiled in they face as they spat on me my names Majid I'm lost in JidosReality. It's a world you could never understand it's always been mis-understood my Poetry snapped begged me to tear out this page from my poem book.


The words showed me and promised me they would never stop speaking as long as my pen is still alive and breathing.


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