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 Nov 7 Moni
Lumin Guerrero
Don’t cry
Don’t cry it's alright
Don't cry they’re right there
Don't cry they might stare

Don’t cry
Don’t cry you’re just fine
Don’t cry as they glare
Don’t cry they don’t care

Don’t cry
Don’t cry you’ll survive
Don’t cry it’s not fair
I won’t cry, I swear

Don’t cry
Don’t cry wave goodbye
I cry, my heart tears
I cried…
 Nov 7 Moni
creature
I am the Light,

creation’s full breadth,
a spring breeze,
a blooming flower,
a selfless giver,
full of dreams
and a naive hope.

I am the Dark,

stagnation’s great champion,
a dying star,
a shambling corpse,
a perpetual sleeper,
full of dreams
and a ragged guilt.

i am these Two–
and I am one more.

oh please,
let me shine,
please let me–
it's cold,
i’m drowning,
please remember,
please don’t forget,
please don’t–
please–

oh please,
make it stop,
please stop it–
it’s bright,
i’m burning,
I need peace,
please be quiet,
please leave–
please–

please save me.

i am Tormented.
 Nov 7 Moni
Apul
Two hearts beating the same rhythm,
longing for each other like the moon and the sea—
destined yet unreachable,
as if the cosmos themselves had scripted their love.

Their hearts, though linked, are miles apart,
and distance, a thief stealing their every shared second.
Only whispers, the touch of the wind,
carry their love untold—
like parallel lines, forever aligned, but never collide.
 Nov 7 Moni
Luna Rodriguez
"You don't have to say it back"
This phrase
plagues my mind,
taunts my heart and
haunts my soul.

My beliefs are
a window into the world I come from.
Like a father's simple switch;
The one shown outwardly isn't the same
as the one in his house.

If everything I do,
everything I don't do,
makes me feel like I ****** up.
How can I feel worthy
of your love?

I will always love you.
But there is never any pressure to say it back.

Hiding my pain.
Helping others with theirs.
Taking on others' burdens,
hoping
praying that I don't become one of them.
It has always been,
and will always be...

A cycle.
Love has always felt like a cycle.
A recognizable pattern,
always noticed too late.
I love you.
I tolerate you.
I'm tired of you.

Like a toy to a child,
I will grow stale.
Doomed to being left to rot
once a newer, better toy arrives.

I want this feeling to end.
I want to hear you say you love me,
and I want to wholeheartedly believe you.
But how can I
When I'm not worthy of your time?

Like a child to her father,
I will always love you.
But like a father to his child,
You don't have to say it back.
...
...
...
But my heart heals when you do.
 Nov 7 Moni
Luna Rodriguez
Nunca sé de que escribir mis poemas.

Si lo quiero de amor o de mi mente
¿Sera sobre amarte, que lo hago facilmente?
O sera de mis traumas
El miedo que consuma

Lo felíz o lo triste.
Puedo ser uno, «o las dos» dice
El poeta en mi mente
Escribiendo poesía solo por querer.
 Nov 7 Moni
Luna Rodriguez
Cuando me veo pensativa
Y me preguntas,
«¿Qué tienes?»
Mucho pasa por mi mente.

Tengo lágrimas
que no se sueltan
por ser felíz.
Cosas que quiero darte,
Comprarte para tí.

Tengo sueños
de lo malo y bueno.
Si me caigo al suelo
tú estás alli para decirme,
«Te tengo.»

Pero tú te quedas
y me amas,
como las garzas,
patas,
águilas,
buhos:

Estás conmigo
hasta que me muero.
Con mi alma entero,
espero ese día que me quedo
En ese altar, y me oyes decir
«Sí, quiero»

Y con eso te digo,
«Nada, solo estoy pensando»
 Aug 14 Moni
Hello Daisies
You said we were destined
You said we were meant to be
You said I took away
Your misery

Now you say
I give you misery
Now you blame
Everything on
Me

Never holding yourself accountable
Always breaking my heart
Calling me names
Watching me fall apart

Watching us
Fall apart

I wish I could drink the pain away
So I didn't have to listen to the **** you say
Watch you decay
Into nothing
Because you're too afraid
Of loving
Someone other than yourself
Other than
Your addictions

It's a mission
In your head
To make me
Feel dead
Don't worry
You won
I've already begun
To fall apart
Broken heart
Broken shards
Broken mind

You arent so kind
You're selfish
You're weak
These things
You say to me
Yet they're you
Who you don't want to be
I wish I was more selfish
Maybe then
Nobody would hurt me
I could play pretend too
And never come
Undo

I love you
I do
But you don't know
How to love
I didn't want to fix you
I wanted to show you
You can fix yourself
You can heal yourself
And I'd be there

Instead you watched me stare
At my broken heart
Crying at all the parts
You're too afraid
To try at all
In case you fall

You've already fallen
You never got back up
Trying to tear me down
Our relationship in the ground
Acting like it's me
With evil sounds
In my head

Not me
Like I said
I love you
I do
Do you love me?
Where's the proof?
You hurt me
And I let you
To show you
I love you

But now I'm starting
To hate you
The **** you keep putting me through
Tell me
You don't want my destiny
Tell me
You don't believe
In forever and peace

Then let it be
Let me be
I'll go free
Something
I never wanted
But
I can't stay haunted
By your ghosts
While you tell me
I'm the evil host

Soon I'll be dead
Is that your plan?
Knife in hand?
So you can stand
At the bar
Leaving us so far
Behind

Change your mind
Or leave
I can't take this
We're losing
Our destiny
What I wanted it to be
What you promised
So deeply
: ( life never gives me a break 💔 except my heart smh
lo bonito no son los ojos, son las miradas;
esas que te abrazan y te atrapan,
aquellas que relatan pensamientos
mientras los labios permanecen quietos.

El atractivo de una mirada penetrante,
que te hace sentir el peligro en cada cm de tu piel;
un juego de resistencia y poder que te deja intrigante,
su intensidad te excita y de su vigilar eres rehén.

Súbitamente tu mayor deseo son esas puertas verdes cruzar,
descubrir y nadar en la esencia que hay detrás
Una mirada es lo que finalmente necesitarás,
para desnudarla lentamente y ver sus barreras desvanecerse inminentemente.
 Jan 2020 Moni
Masmer
A Shrek Story
 Jan 2020 Moni
Masmer
Shrek is love, I told them, Shrek is dreck, they answer.
So I make this poem, to give them the cancer.
Shrek is life, I’m groaning, while they’re battering me.
I don’t care, I’m flying, over the devilry.

I don’t care that I bleed, because my Shrek is here.
I know he’s behind me, with strong ogre muscles.
He will venge what they did, and feel them with sweet fear.
Stronger than an army, he’s only leaving skulls.

But what if he succumbs, what if he expires ?
No, you cannot get him, he is stronger than God.
Wonder from where he comes, maybe he pulls the wires.

The bullies were all gone, thanks to my green best friend.
And just for all he’s done, friendship does never end.
Shrek is love, Shrek is life, and Shrek is everywhere.
There is not enough poems on Shrek on the internet, so I made this one.
 Oct 2019 Moni
Latiaaa
Red Rose
 Oct 2019 Moni
Latiaaa
You're a red rose.
Bleeding sympathy.
Craving love,
learning growth,
seeking beauty...
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