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Monika Oct 2017
To be quite honest,
I never understand modern poetry,
And why does it lack symmetry,
Nor it follows a rhythmic harmony.

All I see are emotions,
Screaming wildly, randomly, relentlessly.
It's irks to hear them ******,
And hurts to read chaotic misery.
Monika Oct 2017
have you ever thought
about the possibility,
from the p̡o͢re͟s̀ ̡o͠f ͘your ̧s͟k͠i̡n͠
͝sóme͝th̢i̵n͢g̴ ́see͟p̸s ̛out͜?

a̧n͏ o̷oz͘e̢ s̕o̴ t͏hick
a͝n͏d ́s͜o ͠b̧͟ļ̨a̛ck̶̛ ͜͞t̀͜h̷͝a̡t̸ i͏͡t͜͏ ̡͟s̀e͠e͠m҉҉̶s̡͢҉
i͢͡t͏̵͞ ́c̡ąn̶͢͠ ̷a͜b͟s̵͘̕o͘r͝b̶̢͘ ͞an̷y̴t̷̢͢h҉̷̕į̴n̸̡͡g̕͡
̨͝in̢c̵̢l͜u҉͜din̡͘͏ģ́͜ ̕͠͝l͏̷i̢͘g̀h̀t҉͏,̡

a͘n̸̢d̨ ̢̕͠w̷͜o͟͠n̨̛d̨̧e̷͢͞r͜ ̢wh́ỳ̷
i̕͡t̴̨̧͘ ̵̨́͜ḩ̴a͏͘͟s̴̛͠ ̧n̛͠͞o҉̧t̷͘͠ ̢̡͞͝e̸̢̛̛a̸̛̕͞͡t̴̡͟͢e͞҉̵̨̕n̴͘҉̷ ̷́̀͜y̸̨̎̂ͥ̃͆̇̔ͦ̇̅͠͡ȏ̷͒̏ͬ̎ͧ̑̎͑͆̔͒̈̾̂̏̔̒͒͘͜͜͟ư̸̷ͧ̿̎̍̀ͣ̕ ̶͊̌̈̀ͪ͐̾̓͂͒ͫ̈́ͫ̎̈́́̕͜͠u̴ͨ̉ͬ̂̈̍̕p̵̵̷͗̂̽̈́̇ͤ̇ͥͩ̅͌̈́̉
͗̆̽̂ͯ̄̉̍ͤ͊̀̌̑ͨ̈ͭ̚͘­̵͖̳̼͉̯̲̩̯̼̜͚̙͜ȳ̶̶̴̧͔̠̝͓͕̬ͥ̿̾ͫ̓̌͂͒̕e̎͒̈́̑ͭͣͤͧͨ̀̉̈́̒ͬ̽͏̫͙͓̞̪͉͈̰̹͔̫t͒­̓ͫ͌ͤ̐͞͏̷̞͚̺͕͚̟͓̞͉̖̣̻͚?̴̦̺͍̫̦͓ͪͯ͊͌ͅ
Monika Oct 2017
Seek your own meaning.
Make a crack on your shell.
Seek in your subtle dreaming.
Make your own way out of that Hell.

Break out of your Hell.
Bring with you your dreams, and
Break out of your prison shell.
Bring to your life your own meaning.
Monika Oct 2017
Waking up
I condense my thoughts
Back into a single package, my head,
Before I start the day ahead.
Monika Oct 2017
Can't you just sleep forever,
where you can dream whatever?
Dream good things, like teddy bears.
Dream bad things, but you don't care.

Can't today just be a dream,
where all things feel as they seem?
What you think is what is there.
What you fear will never scare.

Can't each day just come and pass?
Since memories won't long last.
Days of laughter, days of pain.
Days I cherish, all in vain.

Can't this pain just go away?
Never helped me anyway...
Just to make me feel okay,
my life's a small price to pay.
Monika Oct 2017
I mustered my strength,
I did what I could
Just to have you.

And now that I have you,
I've nowhere to start
on what to do?

I dreamt forever,
A life together.
But now I woe.

You appear not happy
Being beside me,
so I let go.
Monika Oct 2017
As I look upon
the stars of the summer night,
my soul fades away.
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