Melanie Munozz

Melanie Munozz 3d

Deeper

I woke to the rain pattering on my window.
The dark clouds displeased me.
He lingered in my head as I laid on my pillow.
My arms burned blue
The pit grew deeper.

-Melanie Munoz

Melanie Munozz 4d

No Home Ignore The Mold.

A rotting body and brain splatter
Collapsed upon the tile floor.
They gasped and cried and pulled me close
They missed the pulse before.
Self-inflicted.
Conscience blown.
No home, ignore the mold.

I by no means am promoting self harm of any kind!!! This is just a poem of how I've been feeling.

Melanie Munozz 5d

I Chose To Live.

There's a lot about me I don't understand.
The world came crashing down, again
And I ignored it, again

I chose to listen to the rustling leaves,
The busy streets,
The Laughter and the joy
The whimpers and the pain,
Life.
I chose to live.

-Melanie Munoz

Sometimes ignoring your depression, anxiety, and lack of sleep means obsessing over things that often go unnoticed.

Melanie Munozz 5d

Mixed feelings

You were coffee cups and dark rooms,
Grey hues and poetry.

You were warm to the touch,
Burned like oak and green ivy

You were sweet like warm jazz,
Taste like soap and old candy

All the love you had left
Came from deep down inside me.

-Melanie Munoz

A better version of a poem I had written before

Jan 7

Pablo Neruda

XVII (I do not love you...)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.