Poems from Monica Stanley
You awaken my ungratified soul,
Lest I lay in the snare of my skin and bones,
You resemble an angels grace and a sense of hope,
Take my...
Can I ask you a favor?
Could you peer inside my head?
Will you find my brain and show me,
What has taken it's place instead?
Once more,...
Sigh
For love,
For heartache,
For confusion,
For every moment,
Every moment,
Forever,
For you.
Sigh
The color orange is exciting yet composed.
Still, a lack of admiration from those opposed.
“Orange is bland and triggers anger,” they...