Calm

When I feel good about something 
and believe me, that’s a really hard fight.
When I win my anxiety over
It’s already too late.
I’m the last one at the party,
everyone is gone.
Maybe,
having the best of sleep,
having the night of their lives.
Anyway,
every second of my life
is operating like I’m not in control anymore.
Everything succumbs to this:
I don’t have the power
to manipulate myself, ha ha!
Just great!
It can’t get much more real than this.
At least in denial we are strong!
But after closing my eyes,
everything hurts, it hurts so bad.
My mind keeps turning so I can’t close my eyes.
I’m afraid I’ll merge into this deep muddy pool.
Can’t get out, or won’t.
Because let’s face it, 
what do I got to loose?

The mud is welcoming,
the pool seems peaceful
and everything will be alright.

By Monica Sofia

Open/Closed

Standing here
I understand I’m in the threshold 
There’s not even a door 
So I can fight to get in! 
Or get out…
Am I sleeping?

Blank or maybe a dark, very dark place
No one’s eyes can see.

I was talented…
I used to get used to the dark,
to the silence, it was welcoming 

Not even a smell I can recognize 
Getting hard to breathe…

But no one’s here.
And the fact is
No one’s knows I’m here.

Let me turn around!
Should I move?
Could I change?

Can you hear me? 
It’s so hard to breathe.

Oh…
Yeah I was dreaming! 
Now awakened.
But yet… no one’s here.
Not even a door.

https://allpoetry.com/poem/15849376-Open-Closed-by-Monica-Sofia

My light

Today Words are loud

In my case I wish for Silence

To reach between the gap

A moment of Clarity

A moment of serene Bliss

That bliss turns into a Nightmare

In the back of my mind

My Light doesn’t work

Until I need it Desperately

My light has a peculiar Behavior

to wrestle to Wake me

Another way of things…

My own blood

It’s weird to feel it and it’s hard too
When you’ve been worried
with someone who has no clue 
you even talk or exist You should’ve known by now
You are nothing more 
than an uncomfortable shadow
A memory you want to forget


https://allpoetry.com/poem/15269924-My-own-blood-by-Monica-Sofia

In portuguese …

“Aqui nesta praia onde
Não há nenhum vestígio de impureza,
Aqui onde há somente
Ondas tombando ininterruptamente,
Puro espaço e lúcida unidade,
Aqui o tempo apaixonadamente
Encontra a própria liberdade.”

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

 

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Say no

Say no

My fear if I let them know
I’m fighting constantly
with no hope in understanding

I’m alone in my bubble
afraid to say no.

The feeling of betrayal on the one’s eye
that looked up for me
not because our story, our friendship
but because I’m getting out of my comfort zone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Want to know more?

https://allpoetry.com/Monica_Sofia

Poetry photo prompt

Hopeless fields

Where all fences are weak

No new born child

Not a sound or sea

Not one fire burning

No rain to clean

No one found or seek

No soul to free

Today’s prompt: write a poem about a journey you’ve taken.

I’ve started my journey

With opens arms

With open heart

To let it be crushed

and my wings get broken

Never thought

I’d survive this loneliness

But I’m still here in the crowd…

Misunderstood with

no connection to hold

No kind memories

no worth to happiness

Nothing feels home

Nor destiny

Nor freedom

By me

All poetry

Find me

What you’re doing?

Making your appearance

after all this time,

do you even know me?

 

I don’t believe it’s been this long

But I keep seeing you

in the streets, in the words

in the meaning of things…

 

No, not again.

 

I don’t have time for you.

My mind is full, maybe empty

banned of all those emotions.

No time or space for your games

 

No matter what I do

you play in my dreams.

Like a hunter with an angel face

you hit where I’m most vulnerable.

 

Not fair.

 

I don’t like to sleep anymore.

Knowing that no matter the

sound, perfume or sight,

in that moment you’ll haunt me

 

Maybe you don’t do it on purpose.

But I’ve seen you play for real.

Am I dreaming still? I can’t believe it.

Was that moment true?

And yet you threw it all away.

 

Race me if you can when I’m awake,

you’re not that powerful after all.

You were never capable,

to find me.

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