Monaxi Iadi

For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! 🫶🏼

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Monaxi Iadi

For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! 🫶🏼

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Brightening The Blue

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

I know you wish

To fill the void

Don’t be selfish

Do not avoid

I know you care

But don’t you dare

That’s not the way you heal a soul

We’re all a whole

Bunch of a hole

And it won’t ever disappear

So have no fear

Embrace the emptiness

Don’t fill it up

With liquid happiness

Don’t run away

Let it be true

It came to stay

That hole on you

Just find a way

To start again

To teach...

Poetry

Drama

Stories To Tell

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

Ten years ago, that was it. The end of the line. Our words no longer rhymed because there was no thing we hadn’t been. We’d done it all. We’d been it all. Together, intertwined like two brave climbing herbs embracing the walls of young life. And that was it.

Life decided that way and asked me to choose between a knife and a ticket. The knife would cut the ticket, and the root of us two. The tick...

The Melody Of A Root

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

The safety of a tongue

That dances barefoot

The very first song

The melody of a root

Where

No silence is too big

No trust is yet to dig

Flaws have no blame

Fears have no shame

Where

The morning face

Doesn’t need to hide

The closest place

To the deep inside

There

Is nowhere far away

Nowhere near

I would want to stay

Rather than

Here...

Poetry

I Think I Am

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

Last tuesday noon

I went to a bar

I walked out with a scar

I walked in with a wound

With so much liquor to fall into

With so many drinks on the wall

With so many ways I could fall

I think I just fell for you

And at a glance

I walked right to her side

“Excuse me, ma’am

By any chance

Are you the love of my life?”

“I think I am”...

Poetry

Romance

Land In Sight

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

The last breath of a word

Of a loving castaway:

-Land in sight

The last breath of a word

On a dark lover’s way:

- I see light

Blood on your hands

You murdered a poet

On the very first day

He started writing

Right on its head

You shot the bird

On the very first day

He started flying

You killed the wound

Right away

Without even trying

To let it heal

You shot the dream of a man

You...

Poetry

Sell me a pen

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

Beyond these four walls around me

There is a world of kind

There are all the things about me

I’m still yet to find

And I won’t linger

Cause I’m more than just a loss

I’m more than a finger

And there’s so much yet to cross

And I’ll have to leave behind

The shape of a footprint

To read between the lines

And shades of my fingerprint

I’m more than a boundary

I am the dream

Of the other s...

Poetry

Maybe I’m This Winter Too

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

If only I had no fear

To set free my desire

This winter that’s always near

I would’ve set it on fire

To set free my desire

For winter to leave my shelf

I would’ve set it on fire

But I’m the fire myself

For winter to leave my shelf

I could’ve washed it away

But I’m the fire myself

I would be gone anyway

I could’ve washed it away

Or maybe there’s nothing I can do

I would be gone anyway

...

Poetry

Drama

A Sinner Blinking

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

The skin is written on shame and pride

The silent room is slowly shrinking

The secret grows

And as it goes

Nobody knows

This man is sinking

As stressing as it may feel

Confessing will make it real

For how long will he resist

The urge of loudly thinking

The skin is written on shame and pride

The silent room is slowly shrinking

And there is no more place to hide

The truth inside a sinne...

Poetry

The Walking Autumn Leave

Monaxi Iadi

1 min read

The simple bright of the Autumn light

Breaks the shadow of a man.

Reveals the freezing winter land

He has been dealing inside.

Never does but always might

Leave his mind and search a friend.

Always thinks the pain will end.

The lie he tells, the bait he bites.

Winter’s coming and he keeps waiting

For the the rain to fill his hole.

Begging the skies for Autumn to leave.

It was never about th...

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