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Joe’s monologue

Every now and again I find myself searching for your face in a crowd.

“snap out of it” I tell myself

“You have places to be and people to meet”

So I go on,

satisfied that I no longer have to analyze our twisted love story.

Then we meet again.

Always In that place where time doesn’t exist.

But you’re never quite who you are in my dreams and loving me seems to be nightmare for you.

Yet every night I smell scents of your perfume in the wind.

Either you’re elusive or I’m delusional.

Blinded by deception or hiding my obsession.

With ever scar I feel a little more alive.

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How I’m sposed to go to sleep ?

I’m living with PSTD

Thoughts keep controlling me

and aint no one consoling me

Feeling all this urgency

Its hard to get a hold of me

cop cars patrolling me

Tryna catch me serve the fiens

Coulda caught a body went up state

Before I got my first degree

But aint gone explain myself

And I don’t need a lame to help

Ambulance car outside

They say my nigga banged his self

That nigga should’ve hit my phone

Like “ yo Tah I’m feeling alone”

I would’ve smoked a blunt with you

I would’ve  took the gun from you

But Instead I’m at ya funeral crying

Still alive but my insides dying

I need a way to break the surface

Cause the liquor and the weed aint working

My depression got me feeling kinda worthless

Feeling lost got me questioning my purpose

And now I cant go to sleep.

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Rowing

Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives

In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,

people I’ve misused

and the things I shouldn’t have uttered

These visions I cannot explain

One would have to be there

In order to experience them from my unique perspective

seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed

for a breathe of fresh air

I awake from my dream a prisoner

and slave to time

Trapped in this dream we call life.

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The water pump

One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.

While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.

Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:

“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”

To which the boy’s father responded:

I do not feel sad? Do you?

The boy replied:

“No, but we don’t have much money?”

The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:

“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”

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Monologue: Complexities

Many people inquire about my habits. I assume that they’d like to be able to place me in a category that’ll help them understand my behavior.

Although it would make me uncomfortable, I would label myself a writer – thats is if it were up to me to decide-.

From my perception, the art of writing is a path so broken and divided that one must be lost in order to indulge in its essence.

And so it is while on this path, that I’ve witnessed myself transform into the words I’ve manifested onto paper; living vicariously though literature.

Consequently, I’ve become the main characters of the stories Ive grown accustomed to writing; a comedian, a politician, a poet, singer and sometimes even God.

My experience is therefore too complex to define but nevertheless, too entertaining to look away.

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