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1.0k · Oct 2016
blue skies (haiku #2)
Monique Oct 2016
The world spins above me
I open my eyes to a beauty
A sky of pure blue.
This is a poem i thought of while i was going trough some personal stuff it was supposed to represent the beauty in life. i'm only 14 and i still have a lot to experience
751 · Nov 2016
New Friend
Monique Nov 2016
Never knew that you were right in front of me
i have always looked out a side window
and wondered who would look back at me
you were the first one to see me through a small hole
that small hole is a door o my small world
i have always thought of a perfect way to tell you
you are the most important thing to me
and i never want my New Friend to forget
the small hole is a representation of the small things that are big things to other.
and i love that you are my new friend and more
this is for a new friend that i met on here and has been very nice to me Thank you!
-Monique
688 · Oct 2016
souly
Monique Oct 2016
never before has it felt so good
to stand and wait
as i call out your name in hopes
enough is enough
i touch out and try to feel you
i want to love you
i want to feel everything you are
and i want to hurt
but mostly i want to fade with you
and be you guiding angel
love your soul
532 · Oct 2016
truth (haiku)
Monique Oct 2016
if there was a time
when i heard and saw your smile
it would be so beautiful
441 · Mar 2017
fresh eyes
Monique Mar 2017
as i look out into the water
at what use to be my home
i can see my reflection
and i can tell i am no longer alone
i want to dive in
dip a toe into the water
but i know if i do
it will bring me back
to the day i met you
and when my heart was sacked
but as i look again
i can still feel
the person i loved
and those fresh eyes
172 · Sep 2017
difference in conformity
Monique Sep 2017
aye, what do you know about time passing
you doing anything other then what you used to
passing the window you used to sit at everyday and listen to the birds chirp
as if it was just another window
opening the saved page from the book that you used to read over and over
because of the story it told to you
walking past the piano you used to sit at for hours coming up with new sounds
because you could feel the feeling
trying on that shade of lipstick that you got so many compliments on and about
because you remember how good you felt
slipping into that short dress and heels you used to wear on a date with him
because he would stare at every part of you
and wondering what happened to those moments when you smiled going through your day and thinking "what changed" because in the end you don't walk past that window or read that book you don't play that piano or wear that lipstick that dress doesn't make you feel the same and the heels hurt your feet
why did you change

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