and it goes a little something like this...

I hear the water slowly moving along,

Swish swash the fish jumped to the beat of a song.

I hear my heart pound against my chest in the thundering storm,

But who knows when the weather will go back to norm.

The boat sailed away, where did it go?

Only the birds in the sky can tell us so.

But how will they see with the rain in their eyes,

Flying high high above in the skies.

The heavy rain begins to slow down,

Slowly meeting with the concrete ground.

And thus the sun is shining away,

Making plenty of room for a beautiful day.

And now the colors begin to blend,

Where the rainbow becomes my bestest friend. 

-MonaKay; written sometime in grade nine

anxiety can hurt you.

anxiety can bruise.

anxiety will blame you,

without an option, you choose.

***

anxiety is a song,

with beats like halloween,

with the face of an angel,

it dares to let you sing.

***

anxiety is a staircase,

neverending and broken.

anxiety is a face,

fear stricken, tears stroken.

-MonaKay 12/20/11

It hurts to see my grandmother, technology is all she wants.

I’ve tried to help her, but age does nothing but haunt.

She sits there for hours clicking the wrong things,

When all she really wants is to record herself sing.

It’s sad isn’t it, what old age can do?

You’d think no work would be the good life, but who said that would be you?

We all strive hard towards goals of success,

Thinking that we’ll actually achieve to our best.

But listen, nothing is planned or set in stone,

So see my grandmother as an example of what’s grown.

She planted her seeds, and exposed them to the sun,

But what is she now? Sad and lonely; living life like a pun.

-MonaKay 12/16/11

She can point her toes, and serenade the men.

I can’t tolerate those hoes, that have always been a “10.”

They can leap and roll, all with closed eyes,

Staring into one’s soul, with the bitter truth in a lie.

I can’t say that I’ve never wanted to wear pink-ribboned shoes,

Or tie my hair in a bun to neither win nor lose.

But it is I who has always judged what I see,

So please don’t be upset with the world in me.

For they see a student, with a bright future in hold,

while they wait around for the slightest chance to be sold.

-MonaKay 12/15/11

Why do I care for good grades? To get in to college?

Why should I stay? To achieve something ‘solid’?

Why is the world round? To remind us that we’re not the center?

Well, Mother Nature made it that way. So why repent her?

Why should poems rhyme? To make them sound pretty?

Why is beauty so important, in a world so shitty?

“Why” is only one of 6 W’s. Who what where when and how?

So really, who cares, when we only have now?

-MonaKay 12/14/11

We always walk past one another;

No hugs, no smiles. Only glimses.

I know I really shouldn’t bother,

but you remind me of those princes.

Those princes in the movies, that would kiss their girl awake.

Oh how I wish it was my heart you would take.

However, my hair isn’t long enough, nor is my skin whiter than snow.

But I know I can catch your eye, anywhere I go.

So hear me out, for I am quieter than a sea,

and let me tell you, let me be me.

Your eyes are lost like mine, scared to shine through,

So tell me dear prince, do you feel this way too? 

-MonaKay 12/13/11