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Mona May 2016
"A bruised and battered earth,
We smoke cigarettes made of dirt-"


-*Stop would you, you're dripping your black ink all over the place,
I'm sick of your pessimism, I'd like to see some change!

= oh but what if I don't know how! 
Life is seeping like a muffled sound!

- And again you go with your recycled words,
Stop looking from this narrow corner at the world...

= Narrow corner! It ain't narrow anymore...
If you watch the news, you'll see death delivered at doors!

- Then maybe stop, change the ****** channel!
Your negative energy is changing nothing for the better.

= So I should close my eyes, I should count the sheep,
Should I be thirsty for more blood to be smeared?!

- Facebook is messing with your head...

= Rivers are turning red!!

- I don't feel like writing more of this.

= So I should order my rage to get some rest?!

- . . .

= I'm afraid it's not an easy request..

Peace won't suddenly overflow, if I count to ten.

- I'm afraid I'm of no use, I can't change the world, I'm only a pen...
Mona Apr 2016
It was quote,
Drenched in hope,
A shot in the dark,
Aiming to hang sorrow
From the balconies
With a thin rope.

And when the suits,
With polished shoes,
Came to rain glitter
On the blood stained carpets
In the carnival
With their ties loose.

They'd cut the band,
Then shake hands,
The world only interested
In their practiced smile,
And their toothpaste brand.

Then the screens are black,
Faces turn their backs,
Kids eating the confetti
Like a plate of meat,
Little did they know
The real food is in the banks.

And we repeat the quote,
Believe in peace and hope,
What's a little blood
If your kid hurt mine,
I'll punch him in the nose.

And we pay tickets to cry,
To watch fictional characters die,
If we're such fans of tragedies,
Why don't we watch the world,
Or what's left of it,
Every child's request denied.

A place with a broken spine,
A receding lifeline,
A bare primitive earth
Shepherds with cell phones,
Their sheep almost extinct,
While they play Piano Tiles.
Mona Apr 2016
Twilight rays of sunset branched in her eyes,
A runaway's cowardly request denied,
One blink induced a determined night,
But dawn came too early as the due drops slide.

Between two shutters just a breath apart,
The window pried open, the solitude marred,
In sight all the blue seeds bloomed in the yard,
Sadness is a lethal weapon with no heart.

Feet dangling down baths of tranquil air,
Fishing for a peaceful thought to spare,
But the bait is poisoned, the turmoil declared,
The shallows are colored as the demons find another lair.*

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Mona Apr 2016
In an artificial summer fever, grow young lives down test tubes,
A wide variety of mice to be tested, circulating around a loop.

Formulate a criteria, we want the cupcakes all the same shape!
And if the noise spills outside the peripheries, just use some tape.

But switch up the controllers, let Mozart play some metal,
Eyes should try to keep up with the feet on the pedal.

Each half of the good-evil twins trapped in mind arenas,
Let the villain be the one who tries to change the genus.

And redefine a definition for the concept of time,
Paint the sand clock as a monster who eagerly rewinds.

And as the fever causes more volatility, youth evaporates,
Save the ones who hold it together, they're in for the long wait.

In boxes made for shipping, we export the present,
To the Bermuda triangle where time is constantly reset.

Let's keep the players running, the experiment going,
The local fever is in touch with a bigger global warming.

And for the longest time we'll sell this antipyretic,
The world shall be high on a pulse permanently erratic.
Mona Apr 2016
Thousands of years ago, when I was never on existence's mind,
Ancient Egyptians looked down upon the world,
Up upon the pyramids with only their glory in sight,
History racing to match their eminence word by word.

When angels of death knocked with finality on their doors,
They held their crowns intact, postures of gold never wavering,
To them, they were ascended to the divine floor,
With every last glass of wine they ever graced with their catering.

Magnificent cloaks on beds of eternal slumber,
Decaying hands mingling with decades of royalty's worth,
Thrones caged in tombs adorned with ruby and amber,
They carried their glorious empires even to death.

And if I were to be a Cleopatra, a Nefertiti, or a Hatshepsut, 
I'd demand to carve every word I'd ever written, on the walls of my afterlife,
For finery and jewelry proved to be only fool's gold,
But what once lied in my - now lifeless -skull shall keep me alive.
Mona Apr 2016
With her crumbled handkerchief,
She wiped the stars falling from her red eyes,
She bled her secrets to the galaxy thief,
Till the arrhythmia was reduced to defeated sighs.

Her violet joints matched the constellation,
With a violent pulse flickering in and out of life,
Her twilight breaths of condensation,
Till the planets are asleep, the only thing awake is the night.

When she's done orbiting around his fists,
And he's done burning her with his meteors,
She collects the hays of what is left,
Praying that galaxies could have a shore.
Mona Apr 2016
All her friends are reflective surfaces,
She is every verb, adjective, and noun,
Complimentary conversations in greetings
The words bitten will come back to hound.

Inspiration is the greenest form of envy,
By means of law, canvases should be handcuffed,
So that her every tide is a tsunami,
And the world shall fill their glasses till they've had enough.

Mountain rocks depicted with precision,
Her neck meets the outer layer of the atmosphere,
Her fork digs into words of appreciation,
A yellow smile beneath every crushed veneer.

In the jungle of artists striving for life,
Her nails are red wax tearing at every masterpiece,
And on every name she climbs ahead,
Till every deer is scared of her remorseful teeth.
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