Monica Multer

The woman stands Arms full of grocery bags In front of a store She doesn’t move She is frozen Those that pass her Look to try and see What her far away stare Is focused upon What horror she is witnessing But what they don’t see Is that it isn’t An image her stricken eyes Have fallen upon But the absence of it Alone the mother stands Her child is nowhere Gone from sight Disappeared into a world Beyond the safety of a mother’s touch Where there is no play Only a harsh reality Of survival and death She wonders How could this happen What did I do To deserve this punishment The statue begins To regain life As a scream burst forth From petrified lungs Dying for release The bags fall As her arms reach out For something that Is no longer there Her child is gone In just a blink of an eye She has vanished The mother screams Over and over again For her child But there is no answer Just the stares of the passersby She falls to her knees Her child’s favorite foods Lay strewn about The mother of a missing child She hears nothing Sees nothing But her child Before she was gone Remembering that last look The last moment before Destiny was changed Taking her baby away from her So she sits on her knees Her arms held out to nothing With her child’s favorite foods But no child No one stops to help Because they don’t understand What it means to lose A part of them But now she does The wailing statue Waiting with empty arms And a horrible plea For a missing child to come back And never again leave

A year ago my dad, Nick, and I went to visit Cal Poly San Luis Obispo to see if Nick would want to go there. He is there now. I miss him a lot, but i am sure he is enjoying his time as a college student. These are some photos of an alley way we found downtown in San Luis Obispo. Yes, That is Gum Coating the Entire Wall. ...

I am trying out some black and white photo styles. This is in Natural Bridges if you couldn’t tell.

I went into Kmart today and you know what I saw that just made me sick to my stomach? They have those shopping carts you push your kid around in shaped like a mini car that had T.V.s in them. GIVE ME A BREAK?! Do you dislike your kid that much that you don’t even want to have to deal with them while you shop? This just makes me cringe when I think about it. People seem to think if you plop a T.V. down in front of their rambunctious toddler it will shut them up and make them into a polite little angel. ...

How fast does The human heart die When a cry Is all that portrays A desperate agony The sound of a heart Ripping itself into pieces “No more” it cries “I am done It hurts too much To keep going” So does it take years Or maybe only seconds For the heart to implode Slowly collapse in on itself To bleed out on the streets Where people watch But no one moves To save an innocent from death There is just a silent horror Reflected in dull empty eyes Watch as a hand Dips into my chest Pulls out my heart It cries and it cries “I am done, I am done” One last rebellion To die before the sun It was hidden away For it’s whole life Now in death it is shown Looking into the light

This is a window on a bus I saw in San Francisco. I love taking random photos of things in San Francisco, they always turn out great. This is kind of how I feel right now, just say it. Speak out. Talk to me, let me talk to you. Write something on my blog, I want to hear it. Say it

Here is another poem from mythology. This myth is about Helios’ (the sun in Greek mythology) daughter and how she is locked away because she is the daughter of the sun. You of light Whose heart is ever growing Lay down your hair And watch the lilies bloom You, the child Of the greater gods With eyes that glow As bright as the sun And your smile Could make flowers bloom And your soul So pure and untouched Sheltered in a world Never scarred by hate Evil, or disgrace Yet they fear you The titan child Your brilliance Brings darkness Into their envious eyes Run child, run They come for you now There is no where to hide And they will find you It is only a matter of time You can’t scream Or shout out for help They are the help The good guys Gone so bad Have turned on you Betrayed you Put a knife in your back Even though you did them no wrong It is your heart they fear So they must carve it out Snuff out its brilliance Kill off the sun Then they’ll bury you away Where the sun can’t shine Your heart still beating And your eyes gone wide They seal you in darkness You, the child of the sun Will never again see the sky

I love bald eagles, they are so cool and majestic. Here is a picture of one I took in Michigan sitting in a tree right out in front of our house.

In golf they want you to wear tan shorts or khakis. Wait, what exactly are khakis? That is beside the point, tan. The color tan is my point. Tan and cream-colored things drive me insane. If you are one of my friends you probably know this. If not, please endure. These colors bug me for several reasons: Cream is not a color. Plain as that, the same way white isn’t. Cream bothers me though because it isn’t white, but it is close enough to trick you. Cream is just an ugly white. I mean why make something cream when it could be white? WHY? It confounds me and makes me angry to an extent. It is just a dirty white color. It makes me want to wash it, but I know it won’t come off. Ugh, makes me sick. ...

I love this old decrepit barn. Very pretty with the teal roof. I have a lot of great barn pictures taken along my journeys.