Eyes

Some say that eyes Are a mirror into the soul That if you look close You can see everything There is to know about that person That you can know someone Just by peering into their eyes Yes I believe that But then you have to think A mirror can look both ways When you look into another’s soul You must first face your own As it reflects back at you Can you handle the truth As you look inside of yourself So look into my eyes Tell me what you see inside of me If you find emptiness Does it mean I lack a soul Or if you see madness Does it mean I have nothing left Tell me who you think I am Look into me eyes tell me what you see

August 27, 2009 · Monica Multer

To Sleep: The Answer

Here is the second part to last night’s poem To sleep At night I must Believe In love Not just Hate To live A life In favor Not disgrace To hide away To save face To leave Escape this place To forgive My sins Is to Forget the world And all It’s hate To believe In destiny But not One’s fate I do Deserve To live again To live A life Not burn In sin I do Deserve To see The sun To see The darkness Of the world Undone ...

August 24, 2009 · Monica Multer

Mona Lisa Smile

Mona Lisa smiles at me Perfect teeth but somehow wrong She looks and stares but cannot see She holds her pose forever strong Such confidence in a twisted smile But what could it mean Is it happiness in a vial Or maybe she can see behind the scenes But the smile stands for only one thing A secret kept far from the world A heart song plucked from a string A love note never unfurled The base of music and sight The sound of a storm An answer to human kinds plight The world a moth to butterfly transformed But she keeps this to herself Caught only in a little smile A book gathering dust on a shelf A man in jail waiting for a trial But the secret that was never told Seen only in a paintings smirk Forever forgotten in a world of old But seen only by those who know its works

August 23, 2009 · Monica Multer

To Sleep: The Question

This is the first of a two part poem. the next will come tomorrow night. The answer. I hate not being able to sleep at night. Why can’t I sleep Late at night Why can’t I believe In the light Why can’t I love And only hate Why can’t I forgive Life’s disgrace Why can’t I forget Your words Why can’t I feel The pierce of A sword Why can’t I live the life I hold In my hand Why can’t I stop my life From slipping away Like sand Why can’t I remember The name On the grave Why can’t I see the path I have paved Why can’t I sleep Late at night Why can’t I stop This battle tonight

August 23, 2009 · Monica Multer

A Warning

Dare you read what I have to say Be ready and be warned For the words I swear will hold sway Inside this book lies my hopes and dreams Behold my world My darkness, my thoughts and fantasies Every word I write Every verse or story holds a world Inside these words I write depict a fight Do not take lightly what I say Perhaps you understand But if not you will one day Here lies a world no one has seen A world untamed and unscreened Here my friends I am queen Queen of these damned forgotten souls These words a story Of the devil’s uncollected tolls If you dare have heart or stomach to hold Please my friends and enemies take part Come one Come all To my sweet darkened world Every word you see isn’t a word at all Please understand my warning To those who choose to partake In this book is my heaven my hell Here lay words that Make the world bow with only one shake

August 21, 2009 · Monica Multer