I'm Anonymous To Things

by Mafi Grey

March 10, 2014

My mind is delusional as its twists it's fist around me.

It's images start to fall upon me and i wonder of its whispers.

I hear the screams of it's horror as its mistress dances,

as she drinks her champagne of her romances.

The air begins to stiffen and I picture myself going missing,

yet I remember its just a vision and that the unreasonable sound is just fiction.

It's walls come crashing down on me,

but I fight back by throwing paint on its frame.

It's canvas feels like jealous, the outraging shattering sound of thunder.

So quick like lighting and it still finds away to creep up on me.

The fear of nothing and yet death is my weapon,

my mind shouts out protection; as almost it had it's own intentions.

I climb the walls of fear and truth,

despite the fact I might fall;

as I roar my name yet it has no effect.

I ignite the flames of desire as it signals the alarm of fire,

calling for my art and yet it's masked in black.

I fear the truth because my mind is anonymous to the things I do,

yet unconscious my brain wonders for site;

so how can there be some lies without some truth?

Yet my broken emotions is what I seek for inspiration.

Yet I doubt that's the secret of my trigger, because its not the lotus of my flower.

But I believe if you intertwine your fingers through the leaves,

you'll find the keys to your mind's unconscionable things.

I hear the riddle as my mind hums the lyrics,

saying encouragement is not a theory but its a question.

Generosity must of thought I was slick,

cause it slammed its fist in my ribs like it was a brick.

I figured that was the kindness that the love of my brain showed me,

it's vale odor left me render in symptoms that a doctor couldn't diagnose.

Because life is a mystery and I'm anonymous to its reasons.

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Mafi Grey

I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet

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Comments (4)

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.

Mafi GreyMay 10, 2014

Yeah I really liked how this piece came together, cause I really never know what I will do when I'm thinking of what to say next. It only starts out as a though, one idea of a big theme that I want to write about and I kinda freestyle with it. There are a lot of mixed emotions happening in this one, but glad you enjoyed.

savigirl14May 9, 2014

I like this point of view of blending into the background and being the unknown cause of certain events or situations. It combines mystery and some anger I think. A great way to express yourself

Mafi GreyMar 10, 2014

Suffocated by life, while stuck in a coma. This is what I believe what I would see and feel if I had entered a world other than mines, yet so close to it I can feel it. Accidents happen but it's how we choose what to do after them that makes it able to move pass them, yet life is precious and we should try to save life only for special occasions.