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Monica Rose Feb 2013
Your presence muddles time,
Suspending its consequence
Hours stretch to days
Minutes melt away
Seemingly unconfined

But as we are apart
Another shift occurs
Time elapses
Slow as molasses
Ever to be endured

And I cannot wait
To be back again
Where never is there late
And time has lost its end.
Monica Rose May 2012
Conscious loss of consciousness
Hazy stream of dreams
Brimming space of imagination
Behind the shutters
Of my windows to
The world.

Burrowed in the blankets
Between the sheets of a
Waking world
And insensible slumber

I melt into
Fantastical space
Lost to rules of
Reality or certainty

Miles traversed
Yet respite gained
Entire journeys
To spaces unnamed

Each instance
Of forgetfulness
A salve to the
Deep wounds
Of living

Cocoon of healing
Peaceful loss of time
Whole darkness
Drifting within the mind

Swaddled in warmth
The gentle sun
Signal of the day begun
Shakes the sleep
From within
And I return to
Learn and work and live again
Looking for feedback--this one doesn't feel entirely done yet.
Monica Rose Apr 2012
Dryness pervades
On the arid wasteland
Cracks spider through the earth
Desiccant littered through the fissures

Wearied, I seek
Searching, I stumble
Through parched land,
Limitless

The horizon bleeds
As the day ends
Coldness permeates
Into my soul

No direction
This landscape
Void of paths
Here, my footprints
Circles, I wander
Days, I suffer…

Lost.

Lips split from drought
Yearning for balm
Open, asking
Yet not without doubt…

           A
        Clear
      Singular
     Dewdrop
     Answers
        Hope

A jewel from the sky
Promise of Mercy
A tear from God’s eye
I am but unworthy

Dizzy and haggard
I crawl to deliverance
Where once was a droplet
A stream burgeons forth

This water, a well within
Flowing to restore
Never shall I thirst again
Only You do I adore
Monica Rose Apr 2012
Again and again
A kiss exchanged for a piece of me
Steadily fading away
Vanishing into the mouths of men
They care nothing for me
Nor I for them

Bows in my hair
Clothes donned with care
Tears swept aside
So much effort lost
To the inattentive eye

I’m a fragile package
Patched with care
Chipped and ragged
A state of disrepair, despair

Numbed from repetition
Baited. Hooked. Released.
Lost to my worth
Played for gratification

The lies
Expectations
Distortions of half-truths
I bought them all

Run ragged
Through Runway
Mere shades of Beauty
Led me to fall

Feeling ******, yet finally
Learning slowly
The meaning of
For Who I am

Searching for the One
Who accepts this gift fully
I found myself as I was received
The Giver, He gifted me
Looking for feedback...
Monica Rose Dec 2011
The exquisite taste of iron
Lingering enclosed
A sanguineous river
The bequest of mine adversary
A purple mottled blossom
Burgeoning forth
Flowerbed of
Battered frame
Extinguished flame
The corporeal battlefield
Ravaged

Iniquitous intentions
And dominating force
Unabated terror
Reigning forth

As with every new bloom
It claims new ground
A daring boldness
Possessed of strategy
With motives unsound

A brink battled raged
Body consumed
Lost shattered frayed

Within and closer
A planted cerebral seed
Rising forth malady

Nevermore unchanged
Though the body heals
The mind retains
Lasting casualties
Slivered charred remains
Monica Rose Aug 2011
Something about her flawless state
Station of perfection
Every moment, look, a whole mirage
Hers, a Sickening Façade
I cracked that skull
Peered inside
Lifted up those floorboards
To find a dark night,
A moonless underground,
Twisting in a labyrinth of disturbing
Discovery.
Monica Rose May 2011
We sink into our graves
Nicely built for us to stay
A long repose, a rest no one knows
Some of us, we chose
Others never wanted to go
Threads short and long
Stories concluded and others just begun
We lay to rest our worries, uncertainties
No more anxieties to plague us
We leave harmonious
As pounds of dirt weigh down on us
In peaceful rigor mortis
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