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Marilyn was very creative and loved art. The following poems and paintings were done by her own hand.
The poems appeared in the book, "Marilyn: An Untold Story" by Norman Rosten.

	Life - I am of both your directions Existing more with the cold frost Strong as a cobweb in the wind Hanging downward the most Somehow remaining Those beaded rays have the colors I've seen in paintings - ah life they have cheated you... thinner than a cobweb's thread sheerer than any- but it did attach itself and held fast in strong winds and sindged by leaping hot fires life - of which at singular times I am of both your directions - somehow I remain hanging downward the most as both of your directions pull me.
I I left my home of green rough wood, A blue velvet couch. I dream till now A shiny dark bush Just left of the door. Down the walk Clickity clack As my doll in her carriage Went over the cracks- "We'll go far away." II Don't cry my doll Don't cry I hold you and rock you to sleep Hush hush I'm pretending now I'm not your mother who died. III Help Help Help I feel life coming closer When all I want is to die
	From time to time I make it rhyme but don't hold that kind of thing against me- Oh well what the hell so it won't sell what I want to tell- is what's on my mind taint Dishes taint Wishes it's thoughts flinging by before I die and to think in ink
	To the Weeping Willow I stood beneath your limbs and you flowered and finally clung to me and when the wind struck with … the earth and sand- you clung to me.