Monique Olivier

Monique Olivier Feb 2014

Love and other Clichés (fourth and final)

I wish I could
Scrape the faults off
like old and worn paint
From the wall I created.

But my nails are worn
From fighting and climbing
Up these holes I somehow dig
Unknowingly.

As soon as I see light and breathe
In the sweet scent of your presence,
I slip.
I fall.

But I'm tired
and I can't climb again this time.
Not alone.

Part 4

Monique Olivier Dec 2013

Love and other Clichés (3)

She eagerly brushes her fingers through her hair,
Pupils are dilating,
Biting of the lip but swiftly stops.
She was told not to.
Why, she thought, why couldn't she just listen.
Or maybe she did that too much.
He isn't there to stop her and she hates him for that.

Part 3

Monique Olivier Dec 2013

Love and other Clichés (2)

She couldn't look past lovers in the eyes.
When realising it, she'd set them free.
She found him,
and fell in love with his eyes.
When realising it, she'd never want to set him free.

Part 2

Monique Olivier Dec 2013

Part of Eternity

I'd like to think that we are all stars.
Dead for thousands, billions of years.
But our souls are still illuminated.
And can still be seen over a course of time.

We're slowly drifting through the galaxy.
We sometimes fade, but are still there lightyears away.
Stars are reborn.
We scribble and dance our fate into the universe.

We collide. We fuel. We die.
We're part of history.
We're part of eternity.

Monique Olivier Dec 2013

Love and other Clichés

She catches her throat in horror
And the scream escapes and shatters against the walls of his heart.
She embraces her chest in pain
And her faith starts to deteriorate with every tear that is not being catched
by him.

(Part 1)

Monique Olivier Dec 2013

The Plague in my Mind

The words that come through my mouth flow from the very core of my soul
Afraid of you taking them, I hid them, forbid you to make your way here.
But I should have known, that your curiosity would have grown. (Mine would have too.)
Afraid of you running away, I held them close to my heart, waiting for any sign of depart.
It is hard, no it is torture, being inside of my mind, the plague messed with my thoughts.
And it prevents me from saying the pure words that flow from the very core of my soul, the things that come out is tainted by the plague that is inside my mind.
So please don't believe a word I say...

Monique Olivier Nov 2013

Sleepless Nights

Bloodshot eyes,
undeniable pain behind them
trying to get through my skull
with my
fingterips, into my doubtful mind.
Just to take hold of it.
Just to get rid of it.