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20 year old female who's been through a lot, I write mainly for myself, and have a huge collection of poems I've written over the years. Hope to upload them here to share, so someone can read them besides the boxes in my closet. ;) I aspire to be a a better writer (imagine that) and be inspired by the small things in life. Engaged to be married this year and now a proud mother. If you can't handle that, we can't be friends.
20 year old female who's been through a lot, I write mainly for myself, and have a huge collection of poems I've written over the years. Hope to upload them here to share, so someone can read them besides the boxes in my closet. ;) I aspire to be a a better writer (imagine that) and be inspired by the small things in life. Engaged to be married this year and now a proud mother. If you can't handle that, we can't be friends.
Rosalie Monroe
Rosalie Monroe
Jan 12, 2013

It's a hot summer day,
The rays beaming down
And much to my surprise,
I see clouds building far away
Filling up the cloudless skies

When was the last time
I stood in the rain?
It's really been far too long...
The soft caress of water on skin,
Nature singing a glorious song

It's getting darker now
The clouds gather in force
As the wind begins to blow
The birds flutter quickly from tree to tree
Preparing for God's little show

I take down my hair
Kick off my boots
Feel the earth breathe a sigh of relief
I pray for myself, the crops and the pond
This storm is anything but brief

A drop falls from the sky
And lands on my cheek
First one, then two, then three,
Suddenly its raining, pouring,
And there's no where else I'd rather be

For I'm standing in
a sweet summer rain,
The kind that only comes once a year
It cleanses my heart, washes my soul
And I know there is nothing to fear

Rough draft, still a work in progress
Rosalie Monroe
Rosalie Monroe
May 17, 2012

A bag full of water
Little goldfish swim around
Nudge the bag, explore your world
Tell me all that you have found
Let me know your in there 
Little nudges, little kicks
Let me see those acrobatics
Show me all your tricks
You are my little goldfish
With tiny little feet 
Little arms
Little legs
I can't wait for us to meet

20 weeks pregnant, baby girl kicks me everyday! She used to feel like a little goldfish nudging the bag, now she's getting big!!
Rosalie Monroe
Rosalie Monroe
Jan 29, 2012

Little one inside of me
I can't wait to hear your coos
Little one inside of me 
I can't wait to share the news
Little one inside of me, 
Keep growing, don't give up
Little one inside of me
We love you very much
Little one inside of me
In just a few weeks time
The doctors will come in
Tell me everything's just fine
Little one inside of me
You are on your way
And when you get here, 
my sweet baby, 
I'll be here for you
Forever and always

Found out on January 27th I'm 4 weeks pregnant! I'm excited, I can't wait to make it through my first trimester so I can tell my friends and family! :)
Rosalie Monroe
Rosalie Monroe
Jan 19, 2012

Though you are troubled,
do not  be defeated by this plight,
for even the birds sometimes sing,
in the deepest, darkest of nights,

There is a song of hope,
even in the absence of light,
when the world seems its darkest,
is when dreams take flight,

For when you are tired,
down and careworn,
in the core of your mind,
budding new thoughts will form,

They will relieve you of your worries,
your doubts and your fears,
A new day will arrive,
and dry out your tears,

And as the new day is born,
and the night fully passes,
your torn, tattered spirit,
will rise from the ashes,

Strong and eduring,
new trials will appear,
but now you know
never to fear,

For there is a litte phoenix in all of us

original date april 4, 2011
Rosalie Monroe
Rosalie Monroe
Dec 14, 2011

Metal on metal,
        screeching and loud
                                                                  into my body
                                                             the other car plowed


    tossed one way
and then yet another

In this moment, I know...
I know I will suffer

    my forehead cracks the window
                    one fracture,
                                   two,

glass flies through my view

eyes closed begging for reprieve
the car comes alive
it cuts and it cleaves

Just like that it's over
and I'm looking at the stars
don't even ask me how I got this far

or where the car went...
i close my eyes
and pray the answer to my prayers be heaven sent

and soon...
please come soon....

Rosalie Monroe
Rosalie Monroe
Dec 1, 2011

Emaciated, I examine the mirror
Realize nothing is as it seems
Disorder is a dirty word to me
It haunts my waking dreams

The men in white coats with clipboards
They silently discuss, nod, and both agree
It haunts my waking dreams...
Disorder is a dirty word to me

I'm tired of being chained by meds
I'm tired of all these schemes
Disorder is a dirty word to me
It haunts my waking dreams

I start flushing the pills away
Try my best to appear cheery
It haunts my waking dreams
Disorder is a dirty word to me

And yet although I "feel fine"
My moods still go to extremes
Disorder is a dirty word to me
It haunts my waking dreams

Rosalie Monroe
Rosalie Monroe
Dec 1, 2011

Chaos
confusion, discord
fear, frustration, turmoil
lost, crazy, alone, tranquil
pills, clarity, hushed
restful, serenity,
Calm

 
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