jazz |
She blew those balladsOut of the brass sax She knew so well. Long, sensual notes thatParalleled the ivoriesTickled by her counterpart;Blind to the world Yet the epitome of visionaryWith the hundreds o...
Posted by ...monica... on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 12:20:00 PST |
Reignition |
Clinging to the last touch,The last hour where yourHand slowly grazed my faceAnd I adorned myself with thoughtsOf consuming another borrowed momentTo steal one last kiss.You've awakened the fireAnd co...
Posted by ...monica... on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 09:15:00 PST |
Work in Progress |
Thursday, another day unlike any other. I awoke to the familiar scent of stale ciggerettes and coffee, and wet carpet from where Tosh knocked over the potted bamboo plant on her way to ...
Posted by ...monica... on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 10:04:00 PST |
NOTE: NOT FINISHED!! |
back to the basics,muscle and bone, working in coordination; complete destruction if one were to cease. veins, pumping blood, working to full capacityfor a single warm breath. ...
Posted by ...monica... on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 11:38:00 PST |
ashes |
"ashes to ashes and dust to dust,"
the Holy and wise bestow upon the dearly departed;
ironically laid to rest beneath the surface
of rich soil, vibrant and full of life.
the moon shall never again&nbs...
Posted by ...monica... on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 10:20:00 PST |
Develop |
Caught-frame by frame;
A sanctuary of 3X5, matted and hung
For all to admire.
Forever who you are at that particular point in time/
The disillusion of memories
And the source of reminiscing of
Sim...
Posted by ...monica... on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 01:04:00 PST |
Let It BURN |
Burning from the inside out;
A wick made of straw
And a flame made of gasoline.
Breathing fire on whatever crosses my path
As I retreat to the serenity of a dreamless night.
The sky, luminous with re...
Posted by ...monica... on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 12:54:00 PST |
Pandora |
I'm numb, yet shivering,
My body, quivering
Underneath the pressure
Of a mind, untamed.
Eyes, red and swollen;
Showing no evidence of
The flourishing optimism
That characterized me
For these eight...
Posted by ...monica... on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 12:52:00 PST |
1 |
ten to one and the world makes sense,
at least now it does. or is it that it really has all along
but i've failed to notice? this is why sleepless nights
persist. it's moments like these that i wish
e...
Posted by ...monica... on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 01:04:00 PST |
Unit |
Maybe the root of happiness
Are our roots; those of which we stem from.
Strand by strand, we take shape
Into those who stand before you, today.
It's unbelieveable, the comfort yo...
Posted by ...monica... on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 02:37:00 PST |
