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Monique Isom May 2014
This is not a suicide poem,
for its words and thoughts
of the high it would be to
leave all the bad and the stress
This is not a suicide poem,
for its words that keep one safe
from falling depressed
This is not a suicide poem,
for its words that explain what
society veiws as a healthy vent for
  pain
This is not a suicide peom,
for its words that come from a girl
who treats life like a **mission
,
not a *game
Monique Isom Mar 2014
Don't think i'm not aware if what your intentions are,
fake friends get caught, and now I have to raise my bars,
eventually you will be taught
it's all and only about love..............
not image or popularity, you seem to need this clarity,
I never thought i'd find someone so much like myself than you,
all the secrets and arguments that there has been eventually came through,
we eventually come back together, to be best friends again,
but apparently you felt different, so I've grown a thicker skin,
because now I know your plans and as selfish as they are,
they'll come back to bite you, because you left the one who loved you scarred
Monique Isom Feb 2014
Keep Showing me the world, showing me what I can be, without you in my life, I'd never be free.**I need you.
Monique Isom Jan 2014
Music is like a medicine, soothing
my inner trouble
Its Soft, soothing melodies coerce my peaceful slumber
Its frantic ominous tunes rise my anxiety,
Oh how in the world did I let this music become the best of me?!
Music dances through out my soul, bringing me to a whole new universe.
A universe full of freedom, love,  and so much passion,
Its somber depressing tunes turn my passion into sadness my sadness turns into
           loathing.......
Oh how in the world did I let this music become the best of me?!
Music is my way of life, I couldn't live with out it,
Although it can pull me up to go right back down I wouldn't myself without it.
Monique Isom Jan 2014
there's voices around me telling me to stop,
because your not good enough and you have no purpose,
there's voices in my head telling me yes, yes you can do it!
try again, just be patient,
my confidence once strong is now a like a fragile twig,
breaking with each storm that passes by,
blind to the truth, I don't know who to believe, don't know who to listen to..
what am i supposed to do?
when i listen to my thoughts, people call me a dreamer, out of touch with reality,
a setup for failure........
but is it really? am I really?
is it worth listening to you? your harsh criticism, stinging me like grease
from a hot pan?
**NO, I think NOT , I think i'll find my way,
my will and ambition soon will pay,
for then I will strive, and you? you'll stray,
back to you start and there you'll stay, and me? oh yes i'll be far far away!
because I listened to these voices, these will and ambitions... and indeed yes, they REALLY did pay.

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