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Monica Rose Feb 2011
Those colours melt and drip and skip
They play on your face and
In your eyes
Whirls pop and sparkle
Like bubbles, first floating and
Falling like lead in the sky
Your chemical properties
Alter in the moonlight
The grass is the ocean
And I’m sinking down below
An underground explorer
Rediscovering what I don’t know
What I thought I knew
The universe like a project
Scattered and unglued
Pieces into pieces
Your molecules separate and congregate
I see a whole new reality
A beautiful complexity
Now so simple in a moment
Inexplicable, understandable
Epiphany.
Monica Rose Dec 2010
I was running,
Until you caught me
I was holding up my walls,
Until you broke them
Down, Inside, I was dazed
That insidious mist l e a c h e d out and
Penetrated
You wielded your words like knives
Explosions of your logic
Shattered my glass vases
Up
    rooted my living room carpet
White and stainless,
Underneath
That pristine exterior,
A chasm
Of waste,
Dark infectious lies
Seeping, probing, l e a k i n g out
Bodies refusing to decay
Eternally rotting,
Awaiting proper Rest
Tired of their
Hastened closet graves
Grinning knowingly,
Daring me to act,
Clawing at the edge of
Subconscious suppression,
Ever l i n g e r i n g at the periphery
They GORGE their holes
Sporadic bursts of guilt
Digging at my scruples
A spark, quickly smothered
An idea, quickly silenced
I kept up those walls
Running,
           running
Until you
           caught
                     me.
Monica Rose Dec 2010
My fingers felt those synthetic polyester fibers
Small little worm like strings
Moving as my hands made waves
Moss amongst the water
Seaweed in the current

Ripping them up,
Unplanting them all
Tossing them to burn
Little strands of law and order
I sought deeper
Driven to my end

Repetition drove me
Pulling, tugging at those roots
Of your history
Tearing at the surface
Plastic woven particles
Frayed times gone past

I couldn’t cease, stop, leave
The beginning had begun
Closer I came
Yet knowing unnamed

In the movement of the motion
Those peaks fed my yearning
An underground history
To explore
Impossible to cease
I hungered for more

I held those fibers of truth
The dirt was ridden with a story,
Discovered, unearthed
My thirst fulfilled
Edited Take 2
Monica Rose Nov 2010
The crowd pushed in and I lost myself
Amidst the waves, the boisterous clash
From where did I begin?
From where was I set in motion?
Absorbed into the great masses
A singular entity lost inside this sea
I move, sway, fall
Crashing with the energy of it all
The surge lifts me up
And sets me down
Colors burst and fires form
Scattering dust and ash
Leaving some things whole
Others torn
Reaching into the distance
A new frontier is found
A sudden consumption
Of all that surrounds
I stand here alone
My two feet
Steady on the ground
Skin prickling like pins
Hot from the forge
Malleable at first
Hardening at last
A new celebration
In this conflagration
Much greater than glass
I shall not shatter
Nor shall I crack
Given a new Hope
I am hard as diamonds
Come forth from coal
Stripped of blemish
Flawless and whole
Monica Rose Oct 2010
I glanced your way
You matched my gaze
A brief exchanged
Lingering close to the edge 
Of social awkwardness 
A brief convergence into your soul
For Unable to control am I 
That urge to discover 
Your very gemini 

You broke away 
From our ******* 
Refused those connections 
Scared of what could be 
Of a dalliance too lengthy
Monica Rose Oct 2010
The lingering mist,
A fog of forgetfulness
Cleansing all that you ever were
This new beginning, your cure
Forgotten yourself and left empty
A lost identity
Monica Rose Sep 2010
I lay here and think,
Maybe the sun will heal me...
Its rays, a balm to my affliction
That its heat and warmth
Will seep into the depths of me
Radiate throughout
And cure the chaos within.
Having bathed in its presence,
I may wake again to find myself whole
That as time passes,
I need only to ***** myself
To discover my soul and body renewed,
Yet a delicate balance exists,
A dalliance too lengthy
And I find my body scorched and burned,
For too much of thee
Have I yearned.
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