When the days are dark
And the nights are cold
Feeling your intangible presence
Keeps me going
Staring at the mirror
My broken soul
Reunites its pieces
Becoming a whole
Even when you are not near
You support me thoroughly
I feel you care
Our friendship is lovely
We could never be
Since our lives are so different
But I am happy
Knowing we are not committed
Our love is ironic
If that is the word
Trying to describe us
We have no need for
But me--you and I
We see through the glass
Of which no one else notices
They don’t see the other half
I love you for you
You love me for me
But honestly, I ask my self
Then why can’t we be
You must understand to love
You must learn to trust
One without the other
Disaster will be a must
But we don’t have that problem
Our friendship is so easy
Or maybe I only see it…
Superficially
With or without you
I will make life a joy
But knowing that I have you
I can avoid unnecessary turmoil
I know you don’t want to trust
But I want to love
I know I don’t want to care
But still you remain here
I am so happy that I found you
You brighten my day
Even if it’s not cloudy or rainy
I want you to stay.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
"Why Can't We Be?"
You inspire me
I motivate you
Then ask yourself
Why can’t we be?
When the winters are cold
And the summers are hot
Together we give each other comfort
Eliminating all odds
When your dreams are crushed
And you need to be consoled
Here I will come
With open arms
Today it may pour
Tomorrow it may flood
But here I have built a ship
Together we will float atop the rush
The darkness will come
And the light will cease
But having me by your side
You have no need to grieve
Even if we cannot eat
And we have no place to live
I will provide you with a home
Even if in reality it does not exist
If you must go to war
And I am left a widow
Not a soul will know
That I suffer
If sickness manifest
And your body is no longer strong
Not a pleasure will I need
That isn’t your own
But I sit here and I wonder
If this message you will receive
Being that for many days
I have kept quiet what I feel
If you can hear me
Then talk to me
If you can feel me
Then touch me
If you know me
Then, greet me
If you love me
Then, alas why can’t we be?
I motivate you
Then ask yourself
Why can’t we be?
When the winters are cold
And the summers are hot
Together we give each other comfort
Eliminating all odds
When your dreams are crushed
And you need to be consoled
Here I will come
With open arms
Today it may pour
Tomorrow it may flood
But here I have built a ship
Together we will float atop the rush
The darkness will come
And the light will cease
But having me by your side
You have no need to grieve
Even if we cannot eat
And we have no place to live
I will provide you with a home
Even if in reality it does not exist
If you must go to war
And I am left a widow
Not a soul will know
That I suffer
If sickness manifest
And your body is no longer strong
Not a pleasure will I need
That isn’t your own
But I sit here and I wonder
If this message you will receive
Being that for many days
I have kept quiet what I feel
If you can hear me
Then talk to me
If you can feel me
Then touch me
If you know me
Then, greet me
If you love me
Then, alas why can’t we be?
Saturday, October 10, 2009
About the Author
Hello! My name is Moniquea Brown and I began writing when I was really young. Well, not too young maybe around 10 years of age. Of course, it started off with me just going into school writing contest, but then I realized that this was something that I actually enjoyed doing and I wanted to continue. My works are very diverse when it comes to topics so hopefully I can keep everyone interested, or it could backfire on me and I won’t retain my initial audience. But, just let me know, I have no problems with doing an encore. I was sexually assaulted when I was 11 and my dad left me and my mom when I was 10. So you may want to take that into consideration when reading my works. But, back to what I was saying...
I am very charismatic and fun. I always look at the bigger picture (that's why I was never good at details in school, but it always paid off when I took the finals). I am very adventurous and I love trying new things, not anything too extreme, but I made a bet with myself that I would do something extreme before I turned 25. To be a writer, I don't write very often…hardly ever. And maybe because of my Aquarius nature, sometimes when I do write I never seem to finish the work (at least not in the same day)! I have so many unfinished works that I should write a book of unfinished works! Hmm…I think I will do that! Or not, the book probably won’t sell.
I also write a few sad stories on topics such as: prostitution, drug use, rape, and homicide. But to sum this all up; I love positive and negative feedback. So, don’t be afraid to send me an e-mail! My e-mail address is moniquea.brown@ymail.com. I hope you enjoy my works!
I am very charismatic and fun. I always look at the bigger picture (that's why I was never good at details in school, but it always paid off when I took the finals). I am very adventurous and I love trying new things, not anything too extreme, but I made a bet with myself that I would do something extreme before I turned 25. To be a writer, I don't write very often…hardly ever. And maybe because of my Aquarius nature, sometimes when I do write I never seem to finish the work (at least not in the same day)! I have so many unfinished works that I should write a book of unfinished works! Hmm…I think I will do that! Or not, the book probably won’t sell.
I also write a few sad stories on topics such as: prostitution, drug use, rape, and homicide. But to sum this all up; I love positive and negative feedback. So, don’t be afraid to send me an e-mail! My e-mail address is moniquea.brown@ymail.com. I hope you enjoy my works!
"I Accept but I Reject"
Touch my body
Hear my pain
Kissing my lips
Drives me insane
Feeling the thunders
Of my heartbeats inside
Increasing his rhythm
Ignoring my cries
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When You draw me near
Love is like poetry
It can never properly be explained
Ambiguity is a given, there's no wrong answer here
But pain....pain can be defined
And Ohhhh sooo many words
All amounting to one meaning:
It will always burn
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When you draw me near
All I have to give you
Is what I don't have
Everything that you want
I seem to lack
I wish I was good enough for you
To where you could call me your own
But the removal of my innocence
Has left me torn
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When you draw me near
Copyright 2009, Moniquea Brown
Hear my pain
Kissing my lips
Drives me insane
Feeling the thunders
Of my heartbeats inside
Increasing his rhythm
Ignoring my cries
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When You draw me near
Love is like poetry
It can never properly be explained
Ambiguity is a given, there's no wrong answer here
But pain....pain can be defined
And Ohhhh sooo many words
All amounting to one meaning:
It will always burn
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When you draw me near
All I have to give you
Is what I don't have
Everything that you want
I seem to lack
I wish I was good enough for you
To where you could call me your own
But the removal of my innocence
Has left me torn
Black and white
Red and blue
Make me move
Closer to you
Rub my back
Kiss my neck
Remove the fear
When you draw me near
Copyright 2009, Moniquea Brown
"A Moment In Time"
“A Moment in Time” by Moniquea Brown
I watch you as you enter the room
Your presence is almost mystical
I greet your luminous eyes with a feeling of nostalgia
Silently remembering the days when we once were
We both have grown to be successful individuals
Although sometimes I feel that I have failed
Looking at you with your many perfections and then
Looking at myself with my many imperfections
This couldn’t have been a perfect match
You wink at me as you sit down behind the desk
Sometimes I wonder if you could read my thoughts
But if you could, would you mistake them for pleasure?
Because without you my life has long been a distress
I walk out the door to try and avoid looking into your face again
Seeing you so happy and me feeling the opposite
Sometimes I wonder if my heart can be unattached
But then again I don’t think the feelings will be relaxed
I can feel a presence walking up behind me so I turn to face whatever it was
Now I am standing in the eyes of the beholder
I stand there and hope, wondering if maybe you could hear my thoughts
But all I get is “You left your purse!”, oh love what have you done.
Copyright 2009, Moniquea Brown
I watch you as you enter the room
Your presence is almost mystical
I greet your luminous eyes with a feeling of nostalgia
Silently remembering the days when we once were
We both have grown to be successful individuals
Although sometimes I feel that I have failed
Looking at you with your many perfections and then
Looking at myself with my many imperfections
This couldn’t have been a perfect match
You wink at me as you sit down behind the desk
Sometimes I wonder if you could read my thoughts
But if you could, would you mistake them for pleasure?
Because without you my life has long been a distress
I walk out the door to try and avoid looking into your face again
Seeing you so happy and me feeling the opposite
Sometimes I wonder if my heart can be unattached
But then again I don’t think the feelings will be relaxed
I can feel a presence walking up behind me so I turn to face whatever it was
Now I am standing in the eyes of the beholder
I stand there and hope, wondering if maybe you could hear my thoughts
But all I get is “You left your purse!”, oh love what have you done.
Copyright 2009, Moniquea Brown
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