Monet DreamlessRose


Biography of Monet DreamlessRose

I am 17 years old, but my age doesn't define me. I been told I act beyond my age and it may be true. You see for youself if you choose to talk to me. I have always been a poet in my own heart and I loved to write them down and put them on my wall. But my family would say that they are too dark, morbid or depressing. And it may be so, but the hint is, I find my life at home is depressing. I am in the bunch who likes school or do anything to not go home. I don't have a car yet, but when I do, I am going to do what I want. I'm in love with a guy name Brandon, but currently I am having problems with home, my heart and my mind..basically with everything. I do not want to be dramatic, no, I do not want to come off to someone who is begging to be heard. I just want to spill out my guts, let my heart bleed out, ..[Bleed it out- Linkin Park..sorry I had to put there it.] and just let my mind just flow. My childhood wasn't all that great, in reality, whose isn't? But anway, I love to read, write stories, make songs, listen to music and draw. Yeah, my drawings was called morbid too. I do attempt to make lovely dovey poems, but those are rare. Trust me, I tried. It usually comes out at the end, y'know..me being trapped. I just got upset last night and I am thinking on counting the days when I turn 18 or 19. Whichever! I go to church, yes and right now I am a 1st yr cologuard! Yay! I like watching horror movies, romantic movies, comedies or based on a true story. I LOVE JAPANESE! My one thing I want to do is go to Japan, learn their langauge, observe their custom and everything involve with Japan. I'm just that obsessed. I have close people who I really talk to. And no, not my family. Definately not my family. So my Mom is right on things, I don' give a darn. I can not help how I feel..But I digress. I am a roleplayer also, if you want to roleplay, I mean really roleplay like Fantasy or whatever [I'm flexible] hit me up and I see whatever. Anyway, want to know more, let me know.
I have to say there are two sides of me. There is the happy side, you know the friendly, the kind, the talented one, the leader, the Mother of the group, ..You know like morning..but when Night comes I am something new. My thoughts are muddled and chained by wishes and darkness. I'm not evil or anything, just I'm serious, sober, sarcastic, a jerk, or whatever. I believe in honesty in a relationship. I wish I had that with my mother, but whatever...I listen to any kind of music..little be of country..you know..there are some things I just can't listen. Rock, Japanese pop, Japanese rock, Trance, Pop, RB, Rap, anything! Just point me out a song, I check it out, if I like it, then I like it. If I have something to say, I will tell you.

Quote(s) :
Hell is empty. All the devils are here. -William Shakesphere.



My name is Sarah.
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see,
I must be stupid.
I must be bad,
What else could have made
my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better.
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy would
still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all.
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
all the day long
When I wake I'm all alone
the house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight!
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls.
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry! ', I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

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A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.

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Simple Question

So what its morning and the sky is clear?
The dark cloud in my mind still remains.
So what I give you a smile at your jokes?
Its frozen by the invisible ice from my heart.
So what it's warm outside and laughter is all around?
The nightmare from the night before is giving me chills.
So what my eyes are looking straight at you?
How do you know I'm not blind by my own painful memories?
So what I'm watching the world around and point out the beauty?

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