Are you pretending
Myself i'm defending
When time I am spending
With you.
Nothing is right
Not even this fight
You could argue all night
Me too.
A fountain of lies
Nobody cries
No soul in your eyes
Who knew.
You're not even here
I'm sorry my dear
You're gone with a tablet
Or two.
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Author:
Renzi Mars (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The mind is a crazy thing. Our demons lie there :/ Mine talks and fights with itself, not only in the day, but all bloody night too!!! I guess we've all been here? .... Note: tablet or 2- prescribed sleeping pills. :/ (tried to make a little humour from a very annoying and serious situation, peh it's sunday!)
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Comments5
May peace be with you today. Beautiful writing. Sad but beautiful. My demons speacks to me days and nights too. And they also talk among themselves. I try to listen and laugh transforming they drama into a comedy. They are just phantoms.
If you don't laugh you'll cry right? I cry when i laugh, but thats always a good sign. Thankyou for reading me wee weird rhymes 💓
Renzi, when you talk with yourself remember the reason: You like to talk to intelligent people!
Well written as usual!
The forever talking mind. A chatterbox if you will ! Some very strange conversations take place. * comes with caution sign*
Thankyou 💓
One thing I love about dear Renzi is how she eeks some humor out of the dark. And this is a great little piece with nice rhymes.
Aw Thankyou Ht .. I have to, for sanity. It's been one of them weekends. I haven't barely read a thing and i feel awful. I'll be back in business, taking time to read and enjoy all of your great work tomorrow 💓
Perfect. Love it. Don't get too lost in the pills! We want more poetry.
Thankyou Augustus 💓 I was lost, but now i'm found, i think, writing... writing it all down!!
Good write, your writing shows that you are getting stronger within yourself as you are using humour as a sword to battle with yourself.
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