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 Jan 2015 Monica Lara
Michaela
games
 Jan 2015 Monica Lara
Michaela
I wish we didn’t fool around,
knowing we could have been the real thing,
if only we took the risk right from the start.

Maybe then we wouldn’t be playing this silly game
not knowing if our feelings should be taken seriously or not.

Oh the games we play.
I shuffled down the hallway
Trying to stay out of view
Peeking down the walkway
To catch a glimpse of you

But just as i heard you laugh
You looked over my way
I was smiling in a dreamy trance
As our eyes met that day

Your beautiful ocean hue
Made it hard to look away
But I broke the gaze and knew
Id see them once more that night when I lay.

I blushed and we both passed
He smiled and turned to leave
I looked back for one time last
To find him looking at me.
I have a secret
That I can't tell anyone
Because I let Fear
****** me
Fear swallowed me whole as the What If's became louder and louder in my ears
Fear looked so charming in that sweat-stained t-shirt
Fear had eyes that I'll never forget
Fear closed my eyes and whispered in that husky voice that made me weak in the knees
"They will judge you"
I have a secret
That I will never tell anyone
Because my secret
Belongs to Fear now.
 Jan 2015 Monica Lara
unstable
I want you to know that I'm weak.
I'm weak in the knees when I see you, and I'm weak mentally when you say my name.

I'm easily frustrated.
You see I don't tolerate people well, they're all too plastic and/or obnoxious for my liking.

I can't talk to others well ether.
In the mornings when your mother drives me home I don't know know what to say, and when you're around your friends I'm lost.

I write.
Writing is my escape, it sets me apart from you others.
I write about you and your cute nose, my weird obsessions, and sometimes even my past.

You could break me a million times and I still couldn't find a flaw in your smile.

I'm insecure.
I worry that I'm not good enough 24/7.

I'm feeble like a feather,
sometimes I feel as if I'm the feather and you're the whole bird, but love, don't take this piece wrong, for I, the feather, am honoured and utterly astonished that a perfect bird like you would pick up a wounded feather, as I.

Please, bear with me.

I'm such a ****** person, but I'll clear your clouds every morning if you let me.

Sincerely,
me.
i hate it when people take my poetry literally
 Jan 2015 Monica Lara
Miss Misery
Yoga is...
Learning to be in your body.
Like a kitten growing into a young cat.
It's learning to love your body for everything it can do.  
To bless thyself.
It is just letting go,
  being open to the journey of presence,
and being one with the universe.
One with the earth,
one with the heavily bodies,
one with your creator.
Finding the power to be anything
because you already are everything.
Lifting weights leaves wear and tear on the body
Running beats up the ankles and knees
Injuries occur in most activities
Yoga is stretching with mild pressure
Stretch it out release
Take deep breaths
Try to relax test flexibility
Helps a back that scream with pain
Focus on the tension to release and ease the pain
Spirit mind body soul unites as one
Soothing to healing music
Relax on th yoga mat
To you
I was an object of
pure lust
I was never enough
to be worth your
affection

To you
It was about the
lace on my bra
and the size
of my *******

To you
I was like your *** toy
and you wanted to spend all your time
playing with me

To you
It was about my thighs
and focusing on what was
between them

To you
I was expected to be a woman of seduction
and spend all my time pleasing you

To you
It was about my long legs
and what it'd take for you
to be able to run your hands
up and down them

To you
It was never about anything more than
the ****** attraction
It didn't matter what I did
or how hard I tried
You would never love me
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