Poems

Perpetual Ripples

Perpetual Ripples

When the rain falls and the tide recedes
Only perpetual ripples left of past belief
And a crave of evidence where they meet
Again they come and again retreat
How fickle how constant we’re known to be
The rain will fall and salt the sea
Short lived and temporary though they always seem
Yet go on for and endless eternity
And where they go is where they reside
Floating lightly above us in plain sight they hide
Ever moving in rivers ocean and sky
Hold us captive and save our lives
Melting and bending and settling as dew
Every languid caress every quench anew

By Monica Daniels

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Lyrics

I don’t love you

New York in the winter time can be so cold
Walking Central Park frosted with no hand to hold
We keep playing games even though we’re too old
Don’t let your love become just a line to be told

Standing on the platform to catch an East Meadow train
My Sutton heart is freezing but you’re not to blame
Just a week away from your face makes me wonder why I came
Hoping when I see you everything will be the same

The snow outside the window keeps me company
Cause I don’t love you like you love me

A little bit of springtime touched this place
Its been three months and I’m still missing your face Continue reading “I don’t love you”

About Me, Life, Music, Prose

The Metamorphosis of Art

Every artist, no matter the medium inevitably feels tied to their work. However we all also know the feeling of having a project that for all intensive purposes is finished and at the same time we feel it’s never quite done. I have always felt this way, even if I’m happy with the “finished” product. I feel like there is always the opportunity for expansion, sometimes a part 2 or 3 or just another version or maybe a follow up piece that ultimately winds up becoming a series. In the past I have found this to be true when it comes to both my paintings and poetry. When painting it is easy to visualize the distinctions usually because you have to essentially recreate or reinterpret a piece quite physically. For me this always leads to having a series of paintings all different yet somehow all part of the same story. With poetry or any written work however, whether or not put on stage or film the expansion or evolution can take a more subtle route though the destination may change drastically. For instance I’ve found myself having written something and calling it finished but 3 days, 3 months or maybe even 3 years later, coming back to it and finding that I have something more or maybe even a lot different to say. I think this comes with the creative mind usually also being that of an over thinker.

Most recently I found myself making changes to songs I’ve written and thought were complete. Let’s pause there so I can tell you whats going on with me……. Continue reading “The Metamorphosis of Art”

Poems

Walls

Walls

I put up walls
I put up 7 years worth of walls
I put up 7 years worth of walls
and somehow you climbed them
you got over the walls I put up
7 years I put up 7 years worth of walls
and it didn’t even take you that long
7 years of walls and somehow you
you we’re welcome I put up 7 years
7 years and intruder alarms did not go off
7 years worth of walls and you were wanted
I put up 7 years 7 years of pain 7 years of hurt
7 years of tears and mistrust 7 years of nothing gained
to keep out those same things 7 years of them Continue reading “Walls”

Poems

Love & Basketball

Love & Basketball

I’m not one for playing games but
I love basketball and I have
No problem taking the first shot
I’ll even force a turnover
So the balls in your court
Now what you do with it
Determines whether or not you score

By Monica Daniels

Poems

13012 Avenue

13012 Avenue

I only walk on two way roads
Lonely as they might be
Solely my feet tread one side
The other filled with anti-company
But I always have these open arms
Yet nowhere for me to run to
Tell me your fears and tell me your secrets
I’ll keep them safe in here with mine
My shoulder is here for your head to rest
My face searching for a chest to bury in
I will stand beside & help you slay dragons
Then hurry home to fight my fires alone
So many takers
I have so much to give
Your witnessing proof of my value
But this is no way to live

By Monica Daniels

Poems

Anchor

Anchor

I wonder if you know you possess my heart
I go on feeling the pull of me to you every second we’re apart
The word love from your lips flows so free
And all I want to do is hold you close to me
When I repeat them I mean them so true
Despite whatever weight they hold for you

By Monica Daniels