"monters" poems
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There are no
Monsters here...
this, the
abandoned
soft, fertile soil,
that was
to feed the
Family Gardens.
No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts.
a painful place...
this invasive, pervasive,
clusterfuck
of Us .
Here lay
The raw,
The ragged
mashed up
mis-understandings.
An onslaught
of hurts,
that float and fester
in our cauldron
of tears.
'Canvas of Colors'
tells Our story...
Melding together
The frozen and
unthawed moments of
all the
Precious
Forever
Embraces
There are no Monsters here
We are the tender
beings that continue
to breathe ragged
after the forest fire,
tripping through
Crumbling Ashes
turned wet black.
Dank and slippery.
Yearning to find
strong footing
amongst these
ruins of our
own doing
No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts
There are no Monters here
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
Like fireflies they dance on my eyes
Twisting and turning as I lose consciousness
Sparks that float upon my pupils
Burning
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
when did Dad stop being a super hero?
when did taking naps become a good thing?
when did play dates turned into dates?
when did we start caring what
we looked like?
what happened to the monsters under
our beds?
i'll tell you what happened;
we grew up.
the monters aren't under our beds,
they're in our heads.
but,
when did our scars become
unaccidental?
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
But we're defenseless
Defenseless from the monsters we created
In their hands lie our future
In their hands rest our peace
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC