As grim as it may not seem,
Can't you see,
That I'm happy as can be,
Smiling through my teeth...

Don't I look happy,
Going through the day,
Reading books that are sappy,
With a smile that always stays...

Can't you see; the strain,
My gritting teeth,
How my smile stays the same,
And how I stare at my feet...

I may seem as happy as can be,
And you may be fooled,
I guess the real me you don't really see,
If you only see my hiding tool...

To keep the questions away,
And the curious eyes off me,
To keep these suspicions at bay,
So they never truly see...

*...my broken mind that is lonely...

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me all her secrets
She could not speak, she could not hear
Her fingers spoke, her eyes heard all

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me to always walk straight
Crooked things she said are bad
Unless they're crooked body parts

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me to always speak straight
Crooked words she said plant doubts
Unless they're crooked with natural fault

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me to always work straight
Crooked ways she said dig graves
Unless they're crooked by form

Grandma with her crooked fingers
Told me how to live a life-
With her crooked ways and crooked words;
In a not-so-crooked manner

~Moniba.

Black is dark
Black is deep
Black is something in your sleep
Never seeing
Never walking
Always aching from denial
Darkness here
Darkness there
Darkness around me everywhere
Eerie silence in the night
Black can be quite a fright
Black is bitter
Black is cold
Black is something truly bold
Black is dark
Black is deep
Black is SOMEONE in my sleep

your words like little raindrops
sliding down my shivering skin
settle into my navel's twist,
freeing the butterflies.

Tinkling giggle, rising flush,
Two hearts to burst with tenderness.

A singer sings of love in song
But, I can't sing a note
I try to sing, but it sounds wrong
But, you must hear what  I wrote

I don't have much to give to you
But, I think I'll make a start
By writing down that I Love You
And by giving you my heart

I can't sing to say I Love You
But , it's for you ,And for you I'll try
My tears have blurred the words I'm feeling
And I will until I die


I can't find the notes and words
There's no music backing what I say
It's a lyric that will not be heard
Until there's music there to play

An empty page with dots and dashes
Missing from the story told
In my mind, the cymbal crashes
Making all I write seem cold


I can't sing to say I Love You
But , it's for you ,And for you I'll try
My tears have blurred the words I'm feeling
And I will until I die