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 Nov 2020 Monica
G
Mask
 Nov 2020 Monica
G
I carry a mask in my purse
for special occasions.
Turns out
wherever there’s people
there:
occasion
 Jan 2019 Monica
c
Author’s Magic
 Jan 2019 Monica
c
The tingle of magic
In your fingertips
As your palm flexes
Above the keys

This is your papyrus,
You modern-day scribe

Feel the flow of electricity
Beneath your hands
And release the magic
That lies within
 Apr 2017 Monica
Jack Jenkins
maybe we're all
a little bit tired of
fighting for things
that aren't changing

maybe we're all
somewhat bitter
about the people
we failed to love

maybe we just need
a little more hope in
our heads when we
go to sleep tonight

maybe i'm just rambling
like a madman unhinged
& nobody will hear what
i'm actually trying to say
Some days I wish I had a few extra hours to sleep...
 Mar 2017 Monica
Silby lline
A love song could never define you.

Your words are like whispers of smoke that escape your mouth
and disappear, forgotten before they are said.
Your tongue could twist circles round mine while our eyes dart for
narrow escapes, so you can take me under the moon.
It’s so taboo. Me and you. She loves you and you….love you.
But I am solitary yours. In my heart.

But please, understand this,
I am not your normal girl.
I will wrap legs around those who make me feel whole in your absence. This until I know
I have your heart as well.
For then, I would **** a million memories for the only ones with you.
Forget the past, which street I grew up on.
Hell, I’ll even forget my name.
I would be yours undying love, without borders or boundaries or limitations.

But remember my legs till your heart cracks wide enough for me to fall in.
 Mar 2017 Monica
Ritika
Flow
 Mar 2017 Monica
Ritika
Move. Like that slow wind.
Flow, steadily.
Let every heart listen you.
Those hearts, which can hark,
Hark too deep.
Keep moving.
Let the eccentricities sprinkle,
Not just fill in the voids opaque
But translucent, invisible.
Be silent, serene, calm,
Singing your own song,
Make your direction,
Follow no trail...
Move. Singularly​, steadily, slowly,
Like that unplugged music,
Those unheard whisperings,
Those withering spiraling blowy
Tranquilized​ winds.
©err1585
Written on Mirakee. @err1585
 Jan 2017 Monica
Dom Nocturne
These voices I hear
What do they want from me
Where are they coming from
Frightening distorted voices
They shake me to my core
Keeping me from having
my nightmares in peace
These shadows I see
Why do they taunt me
I mean no harm
Why must they haunt me
And keep me from having
my nightmares in peace
This paranoia I feel
These eyes watching me
Why won't they disregard
An innocent man
Doing no wrong
What is it
That's coming for me
Deep roar outside in the distance
You frighten me
Unknowing your intentions
I figure the worst
Don't hurt me
Let me have
My nightmares in peace
Please
Just let me be
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