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I entertain the
thought of
you
with a
typewriter
and a
glass of
whiskey.

And
I'm trying
so **** hard
to make
something
    beautiful.
Typewriter #18
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@andrewdurst
 Oct 2014 Monica's poetry
Rupal
Alone
yet accompanied
by the sea
called humanity
I walk each day.

A step
closer to You.

My loved ones
nothing but
porcelain dolls,
to be
handled with care,
fragile
so easily broken...
i dare not hold
with trembling hands.

Am I your thought,
your desire,
a mantra you chant,
your creation
OR
a figment
of my
own imagination...

ALONE,
yet accompanied...
I am orange
Never appreciated
Always second to the red
Trying to get to the top
It's impossible

An outsider
Unlike all the others
Not one rhyme
I am different

Trying to fit in
Always sticking out
Too bold
Everyone is staring

I want to hide
Escape society
Forget all the pressure
It's pointless

It is what it is
Nothing will ever change
You are the moon
that listens to me
at 4 am
when I lie on my back,
looking at the ceiling
thinking
how we could have been,
how we were supposed to be.
But then again,
you are the moon
and I'm the human
and we're million miles apart.
I wish we were closer
 Sep 2014 Monica's poetry
Riot
i'm the girl who tares herself apart
because she tries to find something she's missing

i'm the girl who is scared of her own mind
because i don't know how to control it

i'm the girl who used to cry herself to sleep
because i didn't know how to be "good enough"

i'm the girl who has a secret that will change everything

i'm the girl who gets stronger every fall

i'm the girl who makes jokes about things i really don't think are funny

i'm the girl who doesn't know what love feels like
but can give it to whoever needs it

i'm the girl who's more than an age

i'm more then what you think of me
 Sep 2014 Monica's poetry
alxndra
why
must
we
rely
on digital stimuli,
and
insist
on
disappearing
into a simulated screen?
it can either be
the greatest gift
or the most
painful response.
I haven't been writing short poems lately. Feels good to get this one out.
I hate you
because I keep thinking about you all the day
and when I conecte I feel so sad if you’re not there
and I jumb and scream if you say Hi to me
I hate you
because I listen to all the music you like
and I read all the books you read
I hate you**
Because I lost myself so I can get you
cause I become you so you can love me better
I hate you
because for you I did the things I shouldn’t do !!
I lost people I used to know
I hate you
because I get mad so quikely and I laugh for no reason
because I don’t know my self anymore
I hate you
because I cry just because I miss you
and I become the happiest one in the earth when You call me
I hate you
because your love controle me !!
I like it.
I like being here.
With my face down lying on my stomach.
Breathing.
Feeling.
Listening.
Being.
There could be a storm outside.
I wouldn't care.
As long as there is silence inside,
There's nothing I can not bear.
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