http://slow.writerscafe.org/MissMonicaTaylor The original writings of author Monica Taylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069024 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I might be the saddest girl in the worldI might have stories left untoldBut my soul, i probably soldSo now im better off coldNothing left to sayNothing left to createNo hoping on another dayHere’s hoping I’ll stayTo fall in love againOr fall for another scamOr to turn into the right woma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2085624/ Twinkle Twinkle Little StarYou know who you areYou shine radiant and brightYou make rainbows in the nightYou love with all your might You dance in puddlesYou make fun of strugglesAnd love cuddlesYou sing tunes in your headWhen you wish you were deadAnd can't leave bed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2082836/ One glass.Three.Seven too many.Four steps.Fall.Feeling small.Can't count to ten.Can't say whenI'll be home again.Long told tales ofBig city dreams.I don't know what they mean.Forgotten footprintsOf clouded progressAnd untold knowledge.Same as always.I feel lost.Can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2072655/ The air is vibrant and full of lifeSo much potential it's cutting like a knifeSeeing my life in front of my eyesAfter years of being in disguiseSo much possibility to take inAfter leaving behind where I've been Taking it slow is impossible nowI know where I'm going to be and howI can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2068331/ Like the ocean blueShe sits with wineSlightly askewLife is a raceDreaming up rhymesAnd feeling screwedAsking for lines To fill the space She’s something divineClad in nudeSomeone kindAnd often lewd Searching for an embrace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2066972/ As an adult, Marlee recaps her stories of addiction, abuse, rejection and failures http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2066910/ Look at my canvas What do you see?if you say dark and lonelyyou're only half right.But which half?or which halves.Here's the full pictureof Monica Taylora sweet disasterwearing a pink dress with black nailsshe's death and springpink and blackpaint me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2066870/ Since I was little I have stood alonea little black sheep in white clothes just wanting to fit inbe comfortable in my own skinI can't wear white clothes you seewhite stains when all my colors bleedall the sheep stare and laughI run away in back lashfacing them I'm always loathingb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2066792/ A poem about addiction to our cellphones http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2066775/ Good morning Monica, how are you feeling today? Hungover http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissMonicaTaylor/2066769/