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Jessica Jul 13
I’ve lost my mind
A few times
Echos are cavernous
They sustain each breath
Like the wings
Of a crow
Gliding into devious flight
And a slight
Pulsing
Waves and lights glowing
Just as the onyx
bird flying
Into another sunset
Fading into mental obscurity
It’s the knowing
That lets
A soul drift silently
Into what you all would call
Delusion
Crazy morning ...

the morning ...
start now ...
after a long ...
sweet deep night ...
gone and run ...
to a crazy dream ...
to draw both of us ...
there as a real reality ...
to be into there ...
together ...
as we were up ...
all night ...
talking happily ...
with passion ...
and making ...
crazy creative love ...
until we lost power ...
and give up to asleep ...
with a naked bodies ...
to start again the meeting ...
with a great crazy dream ...
as we were still ...
before we sleep ...
to keep on ...
what we made ...
until the sun ...
smiled ...
and called both of us ...
to start again ...
the crazy morning ...
with sips lips ...
as it was ...
our morning's coffee ...
to wake up ...
to another day ...
with a craziness ...
never to run away ...

hazem al ...
You can call me ******, that's ok, I'll still believe that word today.
Tell me you hate me, that's okay, because now I know your true feel.
I'm nothing but a crazy *****, but you're the little *****...and that's still okay, at least I'm not a snitch.
Call for backup, but no one came, now who's the one to blame.
Hahaha, laugh in your face, now do you still really want to play this game?
Petty people are little ******* and sometimes even snitches.
My crazy love ...

You ...
and the night ...
and your madness ...
and your rioter ...
every night with me...
crazier ...
more than my madness ...
even i ...
respectfully...
kneeled in ...
with pleasure ...
for this madness ...
because you are ...
the wine ...
that tamed my madness ...
and got me drunk ...
the whole night ...
with every night ...
without alcohol ...
to drown in you ...
and in your seas ...  
there while ...
no escape from it ...
for all my life ...
drown there ...
within your madness ...

Oh, lady...
my crazy lady ...
to my all nights ...
who drove me ...
madly for her ...
and only you ...
while no one ...
able to drive me crazy ...
as you always do ...


Hazem Al ...
Alena Jun 29
I'm tired
I'm tired of waking up everyday,
Getting up and trying to be staid,
Listening to some music and feeling nothing,
Like i lost all the things to feeling,
Staring into the celling so lazy,
And hiding of the think that I'm crazy,
But I'm and it so ******* scary,
Because I lost myself many years ago,
And I don't know where I want to go,
Or the person I want to be,
Or who I'm now in presently,
My body is my prison,
My death is the freedom,
I just want some time,
To rest or death of mine,
I'm tired,
I'm so ******* tired.
Jme Love Jun 7
Some say the mind is a terrible thing to waste.
But being stuck in my head....
Well....
I hate this place.
We all do it from time to time. Something so crazy about the mind.
Left To Rot Jun 5
My writing process is funny
so is my definition of "peace"
I can't focus in silence,
I work better when there are screams.
You see, I grew up in a madhouse
where I was the youngest lunatic
not the smartest, but the boldest
therefore I became the king.
Srujani Jun 4
In the part of growing up
I realized that
crying is not a sign of weakness
anger issues are never an excuse
out spoken is not attitude
introvert is not an abnormality
keeping secret is not a matter of pride
being busy doesn't count under fake
choosing alone doesn't mean hating people
being sad doesn't mean you are not happy
and feel of home doesn't always need a house

meaning of words always do differ beyond people
time really do heal everything eventually
choices doesn't count with any friendship
mistakes are meant to be done just to learn
and perfection is almost an illusion

in the way of growing up
I tend to cherish the stays than crying on lefts
love these abnormalities which were always nah's being a kid
feel happy in dark days just remembering
the proud time of future remembering this today
I tend to thank my trauma which I used to hate the most
I tend to accept the reality just while am writing!
The day I found there's nothing beautiful than to grow up
I felt my heart knocking in happiness
and I don't know why
My Dear Poet May 22
I have a monkey
for my thoughts
hanging around
dangling down
by the tail
till it’s caught

often chasing
swing to swing
a string of a thing
I cling
carrying the thought

people say
no monkeying around
stop the thinking
the red wine
your drinking
and cage your mind

but with a jacket
and matching
white pyjamas
Tonight, dinner’s at the circus
and I’m going nuts
and bananas
Loosen up, let go and leave us alone
Oh hunny
We’re so different and yet the same
We move like the moon and sun
Everyone thinks we’re crazy
As we move 671 million miles per hour  
Some say we light up the world
While other want to see us burn

Oh huney
Nobody knows me like you do
You treat me as I’m the only one in the world
But you’ve been distant
Like you’re in another world  

Oh honey
You’re barking up the wrong tree
You left so long ago
All the wounds have sealed
And while you regret that day
There’s no turning back
We’re past the point of no return

Oh hny
You’re just a distant memory
I wish you the best
What we had was special
But my real love has arrived
And it’s time you let me go
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