#monica
Moment of happiness came knocking at my door
Aspiring to stare at you more
The startled I get on seeing your balanced symmetric composure
Doubts start arising within me questioning I live in whatsoever
Seems handcrafted by divine to dwell in heaven
Couldn't have imagined like u in a billion seven
Well, well when u talk, my soul gets dissolute.
Glare of your mere smile and bright eyes is my morning routine
Everything, madame Everything u possess is just impressive and worth dying for
In One's life, can't imagine after having u by side for more...
U my Valhalla, the soothing flawless apsara, u won me
I'd Wanted to be a snake if u were a sandal tree...
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 2:07 AM UTC
birds are chirping,
flowers have bloomed
why is it so hard to reach you,
when i'm here—
ready to hold you?
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC
i found you,
i found me in you.
you don’t love me,
but i love you.
i kissed your nose,
you stare at me.
i hugged you,
and then you purr.
you meowed at me,
so, i kissed you.
you meowed at me,
so, i opened the door.
you meowed outside,
so, i opened the door.
you walked in,
and then i hugged you.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
Tokio desu, wearing a dress
Feel like a mess, making a mess
Wearing a dress, I was the best
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
when moon rise,
you will shine
be who you are
and you will shine
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
end means end
there's nothing we can do if it's dead
grab on and let it go
take the opportunity and let it grow
forget the unworthy,
find your victory
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
too lonely to beat
too painful to bear
hold on tight
and make it right
take off the mask
and let them watch
they are the judge
to make things right
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
i pressed the key
a sad, yet sweet melody
i missed the key,
so does he
you are the piece
that completes the peace
you are the music
that gives me bliss
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:38 AM UTC
thoughts are dark as night
hands are gently intertwined
wanna hold you close
but your heart already froze
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
birds are chirping
flowers have bloomed
love is flowing
but yours is fading
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
stories are made for enchantment
our hearts are even meant
we hold hands
staring at each others eyes
and there's a spark
the hints of lies
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
you are my boo
and i wish you knew
you flew like an ooh
then vanished with pew
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
a pillow is something i can lean on
suddenly, my favorite song played
i hugged my pillow
pouring all my strength in it
not realizing how many tears
i had let out
"i give up... i g-give up"
i repeated
tears continues to ran down
"i hate this... i hate this feeling-"
a scream echoed in an empty room
a scream of a sad
and lonely little girl...
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
it's an empty shed,
and my mind's been dead.
before you—
i was alone in bed.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
behind those sweet,
and eye-catching smile.
there's a story
behind those eyes.
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
the sun is gazing at me
though tried, but still on me
i look away
i run away
still, the sun is smiling at me
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
you said,
"love is war,
i am your soldier".
i'm in pain,
yet you never came.
you held my hand,
and there's no spark;
you pulled me close,
but then you fall.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
you're my fire,
you give me life.
with you,
i will not die.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
it was a cold night.
i have no shelter.
cold, tired, and hungry.
you were so down.
heart's been thrown,
looking from afar,
wishing on the stars.
it's already late.
you, walking around,
found me on the Nile.
too blue,
but happy to be found.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 4:44 AM UTC
it was a crowded place
they were on their own world;
people are dancing and singing—
but your eyes found mine,
fixed and locked
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
i left a tear in the pacific
he sang gimme the beat boys
and i slipped out of my heels
imagined the ocean from atop a mountain
the waves had me swaying and weeping
and the salt found its way home
they hung lights over ocean avenue
these city streets and their poetry
have convinced me that home
was never anywhere else
i sat on the edge of the santa monica pier
and i knew
more than i have ever known anything
that i would be back.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
The winding drive along the sea
I took so many times
to steal away from anarchy
to pacify my mind
The city sirens come undone
before the ocean spray
then down the hill to U.S. 1
and thus begins the day
The Pier receding to the South
Will Rogers to the North
Topanga is the turn we seek
as we are going forth
The starkness of the hills and pines
the rivulet below
as Westward the Pacific shines
beneath the morning glow
The twists and turns I still recall
though roads are better now
no unpaved sections left at all
nor farmland for a cow
No Austin Mini Union Jack
the landmarks too have changed
and I so lost since coming back
I almost feel deranged
The Health Food Store with hitching post
the horses canter past
the countryside I love the most
and visit now at last
But on Mulholland Highway there
surprises lie in wait
there’s razor wire on the fence
and horses at the gate
As giant dishes aiming deep
into a mountain wall
so Orwell’s promise do we keep
applying it to all
But I remember still the day
the hillside turned to fire
the way to turn had burned away
the sky was black with ire
And in a wide spot in the road
in reverence did we stand
a fox, a hare, my dog and I
all watched the burning land
Can nothing make us feel as small
as fire pure and cruel?
to know it as a cunning foe -
to know we’re naught but fuel
But through the smoke a fire truck
led us down on Kanan Dume
toward the cleaner seaward air
away from certain doom
And all at once the trial was o'er
for we had reached the sea
as once Carrillo had before
and now my dog and me
We pass the house of river stone
Moonshadow’s Restaurant
and even Tidepool Gallery
for years my favorite haunt
And back to Santa Monica
on PCH we drive
admiring still the beauty
yet more thankful we’re alive
The winding drive along the sea
I took so many times
to steal away from anarchy
to pacify my mind
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
It was after we passed Moby’s Dock
that Ebony met her first thresher shark
He was five feet long or so
two feet shark, three feet tail,
and had just been pulled from the surf
to be proudly displayed
by the fisherman who had caught him
Ebony stood transfixed
her every muscle poised
her feathered tail twitched
as she leaned closer to inspect
and then recoiled from this cold-blooded beauty
still dressed in fleetingly iridescent
blues and greens and purples -
As the sun’s fading beams highlighted
the magnificence of this dying shark
I mourned his loss that night.
The noise and tourists
in the Pier’s arcades and bumper cars
did not detract from the peacefulness
of the Pacific in her chaos
for this was August
and they would soon go home
I watched a distant storm at sea
flashing fire against the deepening twilight
I stood, and Ebony,
gazing at the flashes of lightning
My hand felt her softness and warmth
as I stroked the waves of her black fur
relishing the cool wind on my face
listening to the rigging
of the boats resting at anchor off the Pier
Thinking about thresher sharks
Willing them away
from this place with its fishermen
and cold, baited hooks
Cori MacNaughton
13 Sept 2000
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
That smile, right?
He was smooth.
He could tell you the sky was
green and you'd believe him.
Soon you felt special.
You were the escape,
the safe haven, right?
Promises were made in seconds,
and were supposed to last forever.
Like when you talked about running away.
Leaving one town for the next, heck, even
a new country.
All doors seemed open.
Until you started to go through one and
BAM!
You smacked into the glass lens of a
CNN news camera
Alone.
The smile was gone.
The promises broken.
Now it's inquisitions and allegations.
It's the 6'o'clock news and tear soaked pillows.
It's memories that were burnt into your mind
waking you up at night.
But who hasn't been taken in, only to be shoved out?
I mean, it takes 2 to tango, Monica,
but we all have dance cards that we wish weren't punched.
I guess the only difference between us is
your guy was married
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC