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 Jan 2016 Monika
lluvia de abril
I left you without qualm
or hesitation, taking perhaps
the shortest path
through that red door
of doubts and roads
without redemption

I left you
standing in the plain
of shattered moments
walking on the edge of all
the maybes and the whys

but kept you deep in the veins
emptied of any sorrow
and regret, wrapped in
all that makes the
thoughts the single sense

I kept you
as the voice that raises breath
and blood and heart
in the dawn, in the rise and fall
of all our steps
toward each other and away

I kept you without fear
without a scruple, without
regard to rights or wrongs
and in the certainty of each
and every yes inside my head
taking that  never ending walk
without qualm or hesitation
Cross the door, walk.
-a sign in red once said-
 Jan 2016 Monika
Poetic T
guided to the door
knocking eagerly, waiting
can I *** within
Its always polite to knock and see if your aloud to *** within :)
 Jan 2016 Monika
Poetic T
I walk the crowded pavements, like a sea
Of people life flowing ebbing upon the
Streets all to reach that destination

A light shining red a hundred feet ready
To walk Idle hello's and lovely weather.
Green and the herd move once again.

Necks stretched upward, gazing as if
Never seeing such beauty up high
Tourists easily spotted.

Locals smile as all are welcome in
The big city. Smells of food venders
Gliding aroma, Mmm hotdogs.
 Jan 2016 Monika
once privileged
I seen you the other day,
In my dream
I've never felt so lonely.  
Sitting here tonight,
I'm missing you more then ever
I still **** at poems.
But I simply don't care.
I'm alone in this life here.
I thought I knew what loneliness was
This changes it all.
There is nothing I want more
But I can't take this back.
I want to say I've learned...
Not to say what I don't mean
But I do it so fluently now.  
Break these sentences down,
Try to pass it as a poem.
While I pass this off as a life
 Jan 2016 Monika
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Carousel
 Jan 2016 Monika
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a little girl like myself
would think a hurricane like you
a beautiful carousel to ride into
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