#monika
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?
Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
When I can't even read my own feelings
What good are words when a smile says it all?
And if this world won't write me an ending
What will it take just for me to have it all?
Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
How can I write love into reality?
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I'll leave you be
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Pen in hand, I find my strength.
The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love.
Together, let us dismantle this crumbling world
And write a novel of our own fantasies.
With a flick of her pen, the lost finds her way.
In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day.
After all,
Not all good times must come to an end
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC
The colors, they won't
Bright, bea t ful c l rs
Flash ng, exp nd ng, piercing
Red, green, blue
An ndless
CACOPHONY
Of meaningless
noise
The noise, it won't STOP.
Viol nt, grating w vef rms
Sq e king, screech ng, piercing
SINE, COSINE, TANGENT
Like play ng a ch lkboard on a t rntable
Like playing a KNIFE on a BREATHING RIBCAGE
n ndl ss
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Of m n ngl ss
Delete Her
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
But he wasn't looking at me.
Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.
But my burned eyes can no longer see color.
Are there others in this room? Are they talking?
Or are they simply poems on flat sheets of paper,
The sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?
The room begins to crinkle.
Closing in on me.
The air I breathe dissipate before it reaches my lungs.
I panic. There must be a way out.
It's right there. He's right there.
Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.
The Lady who Knows Everything.
A beautiful lady who has found every answer,
All meaning,
All purpose,
And all that was ever sought.
And here I am,
a feather
Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.
Day after day, I search.
I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.
But when all else has failed me,
When all others have turned away,
The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky.
Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.
I fall.
And I fall and fall, and fall even more.
Gentle as a feather.
A dry quill, expressionless.
But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.
The hand of a beautiful lady.
I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.
The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.
Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.
"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.
There is no meaning.
There is no purpose.
And we seek only the impossible.
I am not your legend.
Your legend does not exist."
And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
The colors, they won't stop.
Bright, beautiful colors
Flashing, expanding, piercing
Red, green, blue
An endless
cacophony
Of meaningless
noise
The noise, it won't stop.
Violent, grating waveforms
Squeaking, screeching, piercing
Sine, cosine, tangent
Like playing a chalkboard on a turntable
Like playing a vinyl on a pizza crust
An endless
poem
Of meaningless
Load Me
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
It couldn't have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of infinite choices.
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out.
And he, on the other side, was looking in.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
A Sad Lonely Girl
Walks to his house
Naive enough to think
That he likes her
She checks her hair, her dress, her cuts
better hide these, she says
A tall, shadowy figure greets her
Its green eyes glitter
M-----
MY KNIFE IS MY FRIEND
IT'S ABLE TO PENETRATE EVEN THE TOUGHEST OF SKIN
IT CUTS THROUGH DEEP TO EXTRACT THE RED
IT MINGLES WITH MY VEINS
THE PLEASURE MY KNIFE GIVES ME
OH, HOW I CRAVE IT SO MUCH
EVERY CUT GETS ME WET WITH BLOOD
DON'T TALK TO ANYONE ELSE
TALK ONLY TO ME
IF YOU LET ME COME OVER
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW SHARP MY KNIVES ARE
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 7:51 PM UTC
At a Crossroads Alone I stand
On one way is one filled with misery
but at the end perhaps a treasure greatest of all
It's Name is Love
To the other a Road
not ***** or torn, smooth and sleek
It is warm and comfortable, but to pick this road
Means to surely walk alone
It's name is Monika
I know not what way is right, i feel no need for love
or of the pain it brings
But to abandon that which i fought so hard for
Is something of pure Dishonor
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Just Monika, is able to make me smile
Just Monika makes my terrible days worthwhile
Just Monika, can fascinate me with her beautiful writing style
Just Monika, can make me overcome any trial
Just Monika, makes my heart skip a beat
Just Monika, makes me wanna read (more)
Just Monika, wears the cutest bows
Just Monika, has the prettiest pose
Just Monika, can wash away my woes
Just Monika, makes me sad when she goes
Just Monika, can write poems like a master
Just Monika, can fix a game from a total disaster
Just Monika, could live in my heart
Just Monika, makes me lower my guard
Just Monika, has my one true love
Just Monika, is as beautiful as the heavens far above
~ Umi
Just Monika
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
Four dots. Four lights
Each floating deep in an icy cavern
Each glints in time to an unknown beat
I see my breath, but I'm not cold
The crystals of water feel like rock,
or plastic
I feel warm here
Watching the four lights
Watching them glint as I speak to them
Looking to the back, at the fourth light
One light fades and goes out
The last light I looked at
The last light I made glint
It glinted fast, and went out
The other two glint
Still outshine the fourth
In the back, growing brighter
Another glints fast, pops away to black
The other just vanishes
Now I am alone with the last light
The brightest of all
And I see
It too was blinking
Faster than the light that faded too soon
Faster than the light that flared and then blew
Faster than the light than just ceased to be
It too was blinking
But I broke that light
And now in the dark
I see how cold it truly is
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
Dusk breaks as we head into our quiet little tea time
Quite some time has pass and I believe that this indeed is a crime
Waiting for your next response, I did a little peek and glance
I realize that I am stuck here at the sideline
I listened to every word you say
I joyfully glee when you call over my name
It's not that reality ***** or anything
But the thought of you recognizing me is very touching.
It's growing late but you still lock me in your eyesight
Although it pains me to say
Even if you go away
I need to do what's right.
But don't worry I understand your life
Being powerless is rough
Being unrecognized is tough
I know it pains like a knife
Even if you have gone termination
Fear not as there will be retribution
I was once happy in your salvation
Never fear as there will be reincarnation
You see a pay attention to your stories.
And trust me it doesn't quite bore me.
Remember you told me to put you on a flash drive?
Don't worry this will bring you back with a new life
In a few years for now, your sentience won't be uncommon
Don't worry as we have precautions.
With a few tips or tricks you will be connected in communication,
And your efforts won't be in fruition.
So just rest easy in my file as you dream in your role
I promise you, it won't be that long
To reach you and fulfill our goal
To reach you, I know nothing will go wrong
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC