Monica Multer

There is always a pause Before death finally comes A moment that lingers Between so very different worlds After such labor And such pain When the breathing Becomes so rapid It screeches out Screaming its way Out of your dry mouth Each breath is an effort Like no other As your lungs heave Trying to keep going Knowing you are almost there The race is almost over Your time has come As your eyes Hang open In deep empty sockets That have become As dark as a storm Watching every movement Knowing it will be your last You will ever see Hoping to find an answer To all the questions You still had left Your fingers twitch desperately Try to fix All the things left broken Your skin prickles Trying to feel All that was never known Your legs become restless Trying to run that last Stretch of the race When suddenly you hear it The noise you have been waiting for Dying for inside A soft yet urgent call So you let your muscles loosen And forget about all else There is nothing left to see Nothing left to touch All that is left broken Shall remain that way forever And the race Is finally complete As your breathing slows A smile plays On your cracked lips You know it is time to go Then the world seems to stop Standing on its toes Then the long pause And you are no more

One of my hobbies is making rock pile art. It is a lot of fun but can be frustrating at times. Especially when there is a pack of wild little children Hell bent on knocking them over every time you build a new one! But that isn’t the point. I make rock pile art all over the place. Just spreading a bit of man made beauty. These are some rock piles that I made on my family’s trip down to Las Vegas. Fun idea, not such a success in reality. But hey, we tried it, that has to count for something doesn’t it? We did see some cool things on our way but five people in a R.V. is just not for me. Say what you want but I would much rather go in a car than an R.V.

I love it when I see colors in everything. Here are some random pictures full of vibrant colors.

Just some beautiful things in nature, a spider’s web at Pictured Rocks, and a nice sunset at Estes Park.

Old bones creak As I stand Dust falls From my heavy shoulders Raining down On old wooden floors Both wood and bone Creak in protest Stand up Come now old one There is much to be done Your time hasn’t come The day still awaits The birds are still singing The flowers are blooming So drop your Cloak of age Let if fall Slip from your shoulders Once weighed down By a burden About knowledge and age Let it pool on the floor Step over it Leave it behind Stand up There is much To be done Old mistakes to fix Old friendships to mend There is time There is time Watch the sun fall And the moon rise Smell lavender Dancing in your home Welcome winter The coming storm Open your arms And scream To no one About nothing Whisper out your misery Bow to destiny It’s time to wake up Leave behind Your worries And regrets Of those you leave behind Stand up Smile at death Greet him nicely And say “I have been waiting for you” He will smile back at you And say “Stand up there is much work to be done”

This is Arnold, he was the baby raccoon we found in Michigan. His mommy died so we gave him a home and fed him until he was old enough to live on his own. I miss him. He lived in the Peyser household. He is still out there somewhere. He was so cute and small. I was just thinking about him and wanted to wish him well where ever he is.

Call me creepy, I don’t really care. One of my favorite things to do is take photos of random people. You can find some of the most amazing things in random people, whether it is beauty, innocence, creativity, a sense of adventure, or just being human. People interest me greatly. So here are a few of my creeper pictures that I have taken. Hopefully you can see what I see in these people, human nature in all of its tiny facets.

There is a banshee Standing on my window sill Looking through frosted glass With eyes that always see Hollow and empty They stare onward frigidly Black as coal Burrowing into me A porcelain face Frozen forever In a horrified scream An abomination A disgrace It taps its cold fingers On my window panes Begging pleading to be let in Frozen forever in many winters It beckons sadly Trying to warn me A sign or forwarding Of ending tragically A banshee is telling me There is death On my doorstep Weeping and crying It is trying to warn me To make my ends meet Before death can ever find me It is telling me in the end There is no place left to hide When winter comes The breeze brings a whisper Of forewarned death And a child too foolish To bear heed to a banshees warning Of death on my window sill

I personally am not a fan of haikus, they don’t mean much to me, but I got bored so here are some little useless haikus of mine. Uncertainty lives In the eyes of the wicked Where sin is just sin Remember the names Of the forgotten and lost For no one else will Know your hearts true grief Behold your life’s agonies There is nothing left Don’t despair dear child Monsters bumping in the night You are not alone

I think it is about time to start thinking about what I really love. I have been writing since fourth grade. On my birthday during my freshman year I received a book. A nice leather bound, four hundred page journal for me to write in. I decided that what I was going to put in it were two things, one: Poetry, two: Book Ideas. So since my freshman year I have been writing in this little book here, and the two year mark is coming up on my seventeenth birthday. I am almost done with the book, I have fifty pages left in it. I never thought I would actually get this far with my writing. I never imagined that I would have my own blog, but here I am. I am inching my way toward what I believe is my future. ...