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Kenji Prefernottosay Poem
My heart is stone, my heart was sealed,
Long before you had appeared.
Tell me why, my dear, how, my dear.
You managed to churn up my insides for a whole year.
So, my darling, why so darling?
You throw rocks at my head,
But you willingly catch me before I fall dead.
If not my darling, why so darling?
both sides you show I just so fear.
So tell me, dear, why and how, my dear,
Are you messing with me?
Or are you just darling?
Copyright © Kenji PreferNotToSay | Year Posted 2026
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Kenji Prefernottosay Poem
Sir Donkey performs on stage,
His perfect smile leaves the audience in a daze,
But why does Sir Donkey have tears running down his perfect face!
“I want to play, I want to play,” the donkey says,
“Donkeys aren't allowed to play!” shouts the walrus.
The mighty walrus in shining armour!
Quick in reaction, clever in interaction.
But sometimes the Walrus wants to do and say,
What's on his mind, not what's prepared for him that day!
“I don't want to serve you anymore!” the Walrus says.
Mr Giraffe frowns,
“A walrus does not get to have a say!”
Here comes Mr Giraffe!
He can reach the stars with his long neck,
Strong, muscular, a dear to the ladies.
But why do they climb his back,
And gradually pull Mr back!
They suddenly twist and tie his neck.
“Let go, let go! I want to reach the stars!” Mr cries,
But sadly, it's too late ...
Mr is endlessly floating in space.
Now tell me why the Donkey cried and yelped,
Venting out loud, thinking he would be helped!
But Sir Donkey still doesn't understand the difference.
The difference between sugar coated flies,
And sweet little honey fries.
So once again,
Let's beat around the bush.
Now Sir Donkey continues the cycle...
The cycle outlives this poem.
The cycle outlives the animals.
Copyright © Kenji PreferNotToSay | Year Posted 2026
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Kenji Prefernottosay Poem
The sun spreads its light, while the moon is at his height and uptight,
But the moon can’t bear the light, so the sun takes over his high height,
And yet you sit in your room, regretting why it wasn't your stage last night.
You're outshined once again, so you close your curtains to stay out of sight.
Now shadows created by a single candle are going to be your audience for tonight,
Don't rush the night, because it's not yet your time to spread your own light.
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Kenji Prefernottosay Poem
Why me?
How and why so me?
Why is this my destiny,
What is this meant to mean to me?
So why me,
Why is this my set destiny?
Why do I get to think and dream for the future,
If time is stuck in a consistent nature?
Time and you cannot race,
Time is set at its own pace.
Past is set where it was meant to be,
So tell me why,
Why is it me?
Why is it me who thinks freely,
But there is no freedom in thinking freely.
No freedom in this world,
You promised me
That one day, somehow, I will be set free.
But set free where exactly?
Time does not handle freedom perfectly.
Stuck in a clock, round we go in its cycle,
A clock has a destiny,
The hour hand always comes and goes, 2 to 3.
So why exactly,
Why work hard if time's already set expectedly?
What does it mean to be able to change your future,
Are you changing the future, or was it always meant to be?
You said I would be set free,
But where is the freedom in being in a cycle?
(This poem is meant to investigates the struggles of people who have existential anxiety. If this is not accurate, please inform me.)
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Kenji Prefernottosay Poem
Moonlit dancing sky,
Sharing its moments with the sea,
ripples of water follow the rhythm above,
but hold a big secret right beneath.
small
deteriorating
dark
rough – lovely orbs,
Now plays an innocent melody --
the crashing waves left behind at shore,
The melody leaves behind a treasure of its core.
the orbs nestled in the cooing of the sand,
in sight for both sky and sea.
The stars shimmer,
Towering upon the orbs,
The orbs glisten with dullness,
And the stars outshine them all,
But light is not what the stars are looking for.
Some stars fade behind the crowd,
They all shine but don’t differ in any aspect that can be found,
A relaxing sight for the eyes of a star,
Is what these orbs truly are.
A glistening creature with such dull orbs - the mermaid thought.
While wailing and reaching out to hide the orbs,
Their tail splashes and
disturbs
the harmony of ripples
on the sea's
surface,
reflected onto
the
sky.
When
the orbs –
revealed,
now flawed rhythm left behind.
Splashes of water reach their way up in the sky,
While the mermaid throws a tantrum,
The stars dim their light.
Now restless thoughts
settle gradually,
slowly,
behind the on and off of the
glistening stars of the night.
Why would such beautiful orbs go to hide? - thought the stars
Now left a disturbing melody
left for a siren and the night
Copyright © Kenji PreferNotToSay | Year Posted 2026
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