Thursday, December 11, 2008

Memoirs of Monique - Something expressed from 16 year Old Girl. Part 1

Memoirs of Monique is a short series of Poems that i have received over the internet from a girl called Monique aged 16. Who claims to live a dreadful life as same as hell. She is cute little girl I met over internet on some chat. Who happened to open up her self and tell me her sad story along with these poems. I am publishing this Blog as her virtually close friend who wants to share her compositions to the world.

Here is the latest I received from her.
Bleeding Heart, how to start?
Looking around this place, couldn't keep the pace.
Shivering with fear, time drawn near.
Take the blade, start slowely to fade.
Slipping from this earth, cut what I was worth.
Now leave behind, everything that was unkind.
Too freezing to hold, my body turns cold.
Not here to stay, trying to slip away.

Soon some more compositions would be published out here. please let me know your comments.
Posted by at
Labels:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Quotes:

>"A joker is not needed when you got the full deck of cards".
>"The day that I got to know the need of Love in my Life, was the day I started feeling that I'm Alone".

>"If you ignore your drawbacks, world won't think twice to show you the Mirror".

>"Winds of change will always take you in full circle. What has parted now from your ways will cross you again once more in the future, only if you choose to move on ahead with the time".

>"We the travellers of love, will meet soon again, as we walk towards our respective destination".

>All the answers you seek are within you, Just ask the right questions.

> They say they got reasons to live or die, but i got none for the aspects in life.

> It’s a funny thing about coming home, looks the same, smells the same, feels the same; you realize what’s changed is you.
> You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You can swear and curse the fates; but in the end, you have to let go.
> Everyone feels different about themselves one way or another, but we all goin' the same way.
> Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.
> I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is. But again I knew some things do last.
> Nobody sees the obvious, nobody observes the ordinary. There are more miracles in a square yard of earth than in all the fables of the Epics and Legends

> What do I need to be Me?
To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition. This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.