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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Hummingbird Heart

SADNESS
A hummingbird heart beats
‘Courage heart, courage!’
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An open hand reaches out
‘Steady hand, steady’
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A smile of love & acceptance waiting for his
‘Believe love, believe!’
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Stricken eyes fill
with tears
of deepest sadness
as he turns
& slams the door
with no expression
or hint of madness
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A once beating heart
now ripped apart
broken into
dead bits & pieces
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A lost girl sits on the floor
rocking & staring & rocking & staring
as life slowly deceases
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One last whisper escapes her
‘No more, no more,
please…
please, no more’
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 ©justagirllost2~ Monique M.
*image taken from Pinterest
#repost


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1,000 Cuts

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I die every time you never say, ‘goodbye’

I die because in your world

I am nothing anymore

I am worthless

I am broken

I am love unspoken

I wish my heart you’d never reawakened

I was I had been the path not taken

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Your silence screams indifference

Your inaction deafens me

in mocking ferocity

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Your sins of omission

Slice~score~slash

my faith slowly ripped away

as you kill my love

little by little

with 1,000 cuts each day

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©justagirllost2~ Monique M.

 

 

 

*this is something I wrote a couple of years ago.

Wow, time flies and time does heal those wounds that

seem to last an eternity.

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Not Out of Time (with audio)

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https://audioboom.com/boos/2543739-not-out-of-time 💔

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“I’m fine,” she smiled, as her heart bled blood red. “It’s ok, really,” she said.
“You go on now. Go on your way.
I’ll still breathe.
I’ll still eat & drink.
I’ll remember to brush my teeth.
I’ll still make silly little rhymes in my head.
I’ll talk to people as though
I’m really alive… not dead.

I’ll nod & blink, staring into their cold eyes

pretending I’m listening as their lips move glistening,
spewing hate-filled gossip & arsenic laced observations
about their deranged relations.

I’ll blow a strand of hair up in the air as they rattle on about this & that
and giving tit for tat.

I’ll giggle, just a little, imagining their greedy, needy mouths are fat moth wings
flapping wildly in a hot wind, connected to red moth bodies smeared all over the windshield
of a Camaro going 110.

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There Was a Boy

WAR

There was a boy

He went to war

He fought with valor
He held the scars
He bled in silence
Behind black doors

I tried to heal
the broken parts

My light could not invade his heart

and though he’s gone

I love him still

There was a boy

I always will

 

©justagirllost2 ~ Monique

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* AP photojournalist Horst Faas took this iconic photo on June 18, 1965, during the Vietnam War.

*I chose it for its haunting beauty & because the boy in the photo reminds me of a boy I once loved.