Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.


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I See

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When the earth is veiled beneath magic

Heaven’s water droplets of fog

A mist brings blindness to the corruption of man

That’s when my heart flees from my mind

My body sighs as it follows my whims

My racing legs meet wet grass amidst tombstones

I cannot be without the within

of this place of fairy tales and greys

this place where time stands still

where spirits play

where every intrusion disappears

and all that’s left is purity of nothingness

Purity of silence that used to be

before civilizations cacophony

blazed trails of destruction

I feel the dew drip upon me

surrounding me in pieces of soul

of ghosts disembodied yet whole

and for once, for one brief moment,

I am at peace

I see only nature without beams & wires

without man made contrivances

I see only Beauty of lives in an eternal earth

beneath a sun that forever lives

I see me, you, us, all in a dream that is the true reality

~

©justagirllost2 

*photo mine

 

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Words Are Meaningless

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Words are meaningless

(at least that’s what she said when I called her out on it)

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There is never a reason for writing words

No inspirations in human or vegetable form

No muses that inspire passion beyond the norm

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Words are just art,

amorphous spigots of thought

spit from vacuums of what…

Art art art!!! O N L Y ART!

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Poems are Big Bangs of abc’s
Throw them up
See what sticks

If you’re lucky you get something human

Something beautiful, deep, inspirational

Something invoking emotion pulled from inside

the writer who threw them up,

regurgitations of some fucking beautiful, deep fucking stuff…

(conspicuous use of the word ‘fucking‘ always makes the woman ‘writer’ seem much less impotent and so much more legitimate)

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Words are (in my insane, naive head)

NOT Robotic
Un felt
Pimped out
For a buck, but,

how dare you imply it’s not from the heat?

I mean, heart! Heart!!

All from the HEART!!

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But it’s not!!!

(you say you say you say, again)

See, it’s only when we (they) say

it’s from the heart, only then,

the rest of the time not,

got it?

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Words (you say again)

That’s how real writers write, right?

It doesn’t have to make sense, just read it

and believe all the bullshit we (they) spit

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Our words
Are IT

in a context making no sense,

that’s how it is

makes cheating legit (very convenient, isn’t it?)

Words…

(That fit ONLY what we’re comfortable with)

it’s not selling out, it’s selling it

and if we get a little action on the side, so be it

it’s only hearsay and poetry, bitch

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©justagirllost2~ Monique M.

*repost


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I am the Storm

 

 

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I have withstood the storms
Hells, yet to be born

I’ve withstood
dark waters of remorse
Slashing me

skin to bone

Pulling me down
again and again
To drown
again and again

I’ve stared into the mirror
of who I am
undead eyes

sliced open wide
to all my inabilities

gutted bleeding inside

Seeing who I was not
Whom I forgot
Always wishing
I’d never looked within

Dying to be struck blind

once again

Until I finally knew,
in the stone cold

silence of emptiness
standing still
in deepest hell

an abyss
of noone

nowhere

of nothingness

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I found the Truth

I saw the sun

I am the sin
the undone

complete, unwhole

yet begun

I am the beauty behind every cloud

I am the light peering
beneath death’s shroud

I am the storm
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©justagirllost2 ~ Monique

 


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The King of Lies

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My Love obscene
Condemned to die
by a court of One
a King of Lies

Thief of my thoughts
this Judas Priest
Blackmailer punk
My soul sold cheap
carried his cross
Led on his leash

A genius of insanity
With gifts of dirt
& blasphemies
he buried me
he clipped my wings
Rabid for
a special treat

In recompense for my sin
I lay upon
stripped to skin

His Holy Grail
my bed of nails
His every pain
I bled for him
and

Oh, how he loved
to watch me die

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©justagirllost2 ~ Monique

* image by Lithuanian photographer Algis Griškevičius.


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Within the Silence

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Sometimes
I don’t want anyone
to hear my thoughts
I long to not reveal my misunderstood heart
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Sometimes
I just need to hide
within the silence

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©Justagirllost2 ~ Monique

*photo mine