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shaken

what was shaken was never quite known to those sitting in the room. Was the building, the earth or was their reality. Time would only reveal the apparent.

» Posted By Montse On 12.18.2015 @ 8:08 am

united

united my heart longs to become. united my family thrives to be. united my community aches to become. united my nation used to be. united this world shall once day exit.

» Posted By Montse On 12.17.2015 @ 9:07 am

blurred

my vision is blurred not from what is in front of me but from my past. rarely do i have a great vision that i can depend on.

» Posted By Montse On 12.16.2015 @ 5:32 am

currency

power in the hands of two people. winners and losers. opportunity and deception. a tool!

» Posted By Montse On 12.15.2015 @ 5:49 am

scarred

my spirit is a valley of scars
courtesy of lashes from my tongue
words spewed out with malice, some boomeranged inward
back back back where they’ve made a home

» Posted By montse On 05.13.2015 @ 12:53 am

merciful

never relax
or apologize
or forgive

mercy is a myth
coined by fools like you and I
meant to dupe us into believing there is such a thing as sorry

sorry loses meaning when you mistake pain for freedom.

» Posted By montse On 09.20.2014 @ 4:23 pm

derive

I don’t know what comes from what
I lack the vocabulary to eloquently explain
what this feels like…natural.

» Posted By montse On 11.27.2013 @ 12:53 am

senator

just before stepping through the curtains on to the stage, all illuminated by the big, bright lights, he stopped. He turned back toward his wife. In a voice no more audible than a whisper he curtly said, “Don’t you say a damn word.”

» Posted By montse On 09.15.2013 @ 8:21 pm

antithesis

some words are meant to be savored
soaked in
how your tongue makes its way around the inside of your mouth
hitting the roof, then your teeth, then the roof again

» Posted By montse On 06.04.2013 @ 1:44 pm

celestial

my spirit glides above
this lonely, dark place
cold
and all of a sudden everything feels so huge and massive
like it’s about ready to swallow me whole
but I look over and see you
twinkling and gliding right next to me

Melancholy seems bearable, beautiful even

» Posted By montse On 05.12.2013 @ 12:56 am

weakling

I am a weakling
you are a weakling
he/she/it are weaklings
they are weaklings

I conjugate adjectives.
what a fucking metaphor.

» Posted By montse On 03.04.2013 @ 8:44 am

available

I am a neon sign that never switches off
Collecting dust for a gathering of moths
Nostalgic for a time i’ve never known

» Posted By montse On 12.11.2012 @ 5:21 pm

roar

Roar
says the lion
says the bear
says the tiger
says the empowered woman
says my tounge
says my soul
It’s trite and bitter and stale like a cracker left out in the sun
say anything too much and even sounds lose their meaning

» Posted By montse On 11.10.2012 @ 12:39 am

themselves

Individuality is a fabricated concept
invented to make us think we’re all so special
but really, when we get together we conform into
massive blobs of unoriginal homogeneity

» Posted By montse On 11.08.2012 @ 9:26 pm

forth

Forth. Forthcoming. What is forthcoming for me? My life is getting back to “normal”. Even when this has become my new normal. I know two months are not a lot but they’ve been enough for me to accustomed to this.

» Posted By Montse On 10.22.2012 @ 5:20 pm

missed

perdido

» Posted By montse On 08.19.2011 @ 1:29 pm

invent

invent a new life, re-invent your own

» Posted By Montse On 02.18.2011 @ 1:51 pm

pills

Las tomaba cada día. Cada mañana Carla hacía de tripas corazón y se tomaba dos de aquellas verdes. Por la tarde eran tres de las blancas. Y al menos una vez cada dos días le tocaban dos de las azules. Era un gesto automático del que ya no era consciente. Casi había olvidado para qué las tomaba. Aunque de eso se trataba precisamente. De olvidar.

» Posted By montse On 02.07.2011 @ 7:15 am

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