This is my old stash of poems that I wrote when I was in middle school to freshman year of high school. I plan to get back into poetry eventually with a new account. more »
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Monina Furigay Poems
Stuck In A Daydream
He's standing there playing with my hair Laughing and smiling Life seems fair
A Tale Of Two Friends
Would you believe this little tale I’ll tell About two friends Who tripped over and fell
Climbing Fear-a response to The City of ...
I saw the mirrors with silver water, and immediately, I thought: I couldn’t do it. I can’t climb it. There must be another way up.
A World Without You
A world without you, Is a world without light, A world without hope, A world without sight.
Deep Black Eyes
I’m sorry I can’t say it above a whisper. I start to feel faint as the world starts to shiver.
So close, yet so far apart Lay our needy, wanting hearts. Trapped with chains, and locks of steel, Escape seems too far from real
Thinking about the times we had, Under the Sakura tree; Listening to the wind blow, Next to the clear blue stream.
Reality and Dreams
Dreams so sweet and ever so soft Feels as though anything is possible Reality shatters the Dream Says “you have to prove your worth”
Friday The 13th
My heart’s beating hard about to burst I’m dizzy from thinking about the worst
Inversions, these are. Go far, I won't. To talk like Yoda, I try. Like it, I don't.
That Little Blossom
Delicate, fragile. That little bud Hiding from the temptations of the warm embrace Of shimmering, sincere sun rays.
I feel like writing a poem now.. Especially after our little fight, Listen to your brain- Listen to your heart-
If I Told You
If I told you how I felt, would you run away would you laugh with your friends would you act this way
Sweet smiles and gentle laughs joking around if only it had last
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Stuck In A Daydream
He's standing there
playing with my hair
Laughing and smiling
Life seems fair
'I'll never choose another'
He whispers, handing me flowers
He leans in for a kiss
I'm weak for his power
But I never got those flowers
Or the kiss I would've missed
I was just stuck in a daydream
that caused me to wish...