I'm a person that writes from the heart. Express feelings through poetry, because it the only way I can find the right words. My poetry is always honested, becaused I see no point in holding back. Either you like me as a writter or you don't. I am who I am. I won't change that for nothing. I grow up to have a mind and speak it, and somewhere along the line I've lost that person. Gaining her back ... more »
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mona martinez Poems
a brand new me
look at me, what can you see? a girl living her dream, fighting through pain,
I choose to no longer be a victim of peo...
i no longer play the victim, that no longer who i am, i'm the girl who finds my own way, not afraid to ask for help,
afraid v.s. knowing***
i have two side, but, don't we all? one afraid to face challenge, but, the other side know,
I will always be the other girl and frie...
call me crazy, i just can't shake the facts, what are we so afraid of? we admit our lover for each other,
how do you say? hey i'm suicidial, i need help? it not that easy,
all because of you
because of you, i'm not the same, nor will i ever be, because of you,
A shadow from my past
i wonder if details matter, it happened so long ago, is it really important? do i really need to know,
I'm grateful for having you in my life
i was a girl who judged, until i met you, your personailty, is colorful,
a message to mom
i remember the day you left, in a blink of an eye, you just died, what the hell happened?
a mother's gift
how fast time flies, you no longer by my side, i seem to be alone, just wish you would come,
a gift from god
if i had to say how i feel, i can't really say, you were my mother, a gift from god,
Let me be me
don't judge me, for what you can't agree, i'm only me, what do that have to do with you?
just want to see you happy
i hate to admit, i hate seeing you with somebody else, but it's weird, you happy and i couldn't ask for anything better,
What you took from me
took my trust, my heart, and my innocents, act like you took nothing,
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a brand new me
look at me,
what can you see?
a girl living her dream,
fighting through pain,
just to be her best,
that all she can do,
forget what people say,
they don't know me,
or what i want,
why should they choose?
it's not their life,
SO BACK OFF! ! ! !
let a girl do her thing,
because i freakin sick of labels,
that used to defind who i am,
well guess what?
that not me,
try and put me down,
because your $#! t,
don't work on me,
cuz you see this,
IT'S A BRAND NEW ME! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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