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Reine Monroe Jun 2016
Her body is the color of the reddest roses,
Cheeks shimmer with the brightest of highlighters,
Eyes flooded with the thickest blood,
"I am what I am,"
I am RM

I am the red roses & thorned vines fused
"If you look at me in the face,
Do you think that you can find you?
Do you think that what I have in me,
Is what you hold in you?"
Imperfections painted on the walls of a thousands cells in my library,
A mural with demons & angels,
Even though the borders of my enchanted forests screams hell....
Living I'm alive,
I'm breathing better aren't I?
She's doing good in life,
But she knows she'll live 5 times,
Because 5 is the magic number,
Entities in 4 different colors....

Her face is painted with makeup,
It's an illusion to the face, that she wakes up with,
All of my good and happy moments ,
That have failed to exist,
Can't you see it ?
Her eyes shows what she has seen,
Her feet shows where she has gone,
Her hands shows what she has created,
A monster living in a world not so sacred,
On the run, she's on the run,
In the night ,
She's on the run...

This is her description..
  Jun 2016 Reine Monroe
Lora Lee
You
      I see
in smile-crinkled eyes
our later emotional distance
would have led
to my demise

You
how we reunified
awkward, then sweet
I almost didn’t recognize
              this frail man
standing by
the train station street
only when you
waved, started
limping did I understand
       And I said, "No! Wait" and
flew over to you,
a five-year- wait
for a bearhug
  so long overdue

You had forgotten your cane
in the excitement
of it all
My heart was strained
in tenderness
and worry that you
would fall

You
only you
could always make me
laugh uncontrollably
embarrassing me
in NY streets
   with songs and general madness
teaching me about life
on our city walks
and talks
observations made
through Second Avenue
diners
   and Sunday parks
our secret language
           and made-up
funky creature
our "who's gonna eat
the most spicy thing"
an essential
Chinese restaurant
                  feature

I cried each night
for a month
after you left the house
          thinking you left because of me
even though you and mom
explained it countless times
that this was untrue
but alas--- seven-year-olds
have their reveries
and when you did remarry-
a few years later
I grew to love her, too

My crazy-sweet
quietly loving
always open to me
never judging
How I hurt you
So unintentionally
And how finally,
in such grace,
you came back to me

You
are still my precious
bear hug sweet daddy
survivor of war
of car accidents
always wanting me
to meet my dreams
I think of you, now
so lonely
over there
I sit in my solitude
quietly stare

How ironic
We are again close
yet an ocean apart
a phone line's airwave
away
from my
        open heart



'
For my Dad. Love always
Your favorite song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LFML_pxlY
  Jun 2016 Reine Monroe
Poetry Fanatic
When I say I love you more,
I don't mean I love you more than you love me.
I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us,
I love you more than any fight we'll ever have.
I love you more than the distance between us,
I love you more than any obstacle that can try to come between us.
I love you most.
  Jun 2016 Reine Monroe
LexiSully
Greased with shades of black, green, and brown,
Furrowing eyebrows with developing beads of sweat rolling down,
Curving lips resembling only the slightest frown,
My father's face is alive and alert

Calming eyes looking towards the ground,
Closed lips not even whispering a sound,
A perfect example to those all around,
My father's face is reverent

Squinting eyes seemingly glowing red,
Thoughts more visible outside the head,
Alarming looks whispering, "You're dead,"
My father's face is about to explode

Smiling eyes holding memories from over the years,
Talking lips to help guide away from fears,
Caring eyebrows making the worries disappear,
My father's face is tender and caring

Sparkling eyes that glint with moving cheek,
Infectious laughter making others squeak,
Radiant smile seeming nothing short of unique,
My father's face is the happiest face of all.
Thank you for everything Dad. Happy Dad's Day, I love you.
  Jun 2016 Reine Monroe
Arcassin B
by Arcassin Burnham




In this place with you tonight,
i could only walk in denim jeans,
holding your waste while we dance tonight,
i dont want to make you flea the scene,
And i'm looking hella cool,
and your looking so gorgeous,
no telling what we'll do,
Cause the night is flawless,
teenage love dont last forever,
And true love is in fairytales,
why can't you be the one and do better,
nobody cant stop our ship that sails,

too many pretty girls in dresses,
its hard not to stare at them,
she said boy i hoped you learned your lesson,
and i said girl the night won't end with them,
And i'm looking hella cool,
and your looking so beautiful,
no telling what we'll do,
Cause the night is so wonderful,
and teenage love dont last forever,
And true love is in fairytales,
why can't you be the one and do better,
nobody cant stop our ship that sails.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/05/prom-in-tha-80s.html
Reine Monroe Jun 2016
Stored away in isolation,
My soul, I am resting,
Hearing screams of the daughters,
Feeling the burning flames in a belly,
Beauty & the beast in the flesh,

Enduring the hellborn breath,
From the red baby,
Blowing into the rooms of my lungs,
Roses blooming
Eyes filled with ****** streams of the unearthly beast.
A mother to the forbidden,
A love, a bond that is forsaken ,
Birthing a red baby ...
Needles embedded in my roses,
Stem veins embedded in cursive in my arms,
The painful cries of entities in my shadows,
You here in my arms,
Is the brightest of life, I've yet to endure...


****** roses & sunset oceans,
Baby red don't you see the love in our eyes...
Your skin is soft as heavens clouds,
Your soul is the brightest soul,
Your skin is the reddest of brown...
Scents of red velvet & rose petals,
Clothes made of best silk,
My darling I love you,
Can't put no other soul above you,
*It's just us two..
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