Monica Carneiro
Bio
Aspiring Novelist and Screenplay Writer. I am just trying to write some relatable content. Hope you all enjoy!
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My 2024
My goal for Vocal this year is to participate more. Engage more. I want to not only publish more work, but I want to read more of others' work here. I also want to take the skills I am learning while getting my bachelor's in creative writing and play with them on this site. Use any techniques I learn, not only for assignments but for my publishings with Vocal.
By Monica Carneiro3 months ago in Humans
Broken.
Monica Carneiro 5/22/2017 Broken It had been months since I last saw you in person. But from what I can tell, those few months broke you. I couldn’t help but silently stare at you, taking note of the dark bags that had formed under your eyes, how those eyes no longer had a shine, your face seemed to have aged years. Fully taking your appearance in I couldn’t help the frown that made its way onto my lips. You were so broken and that was so obvious, but damn, so was I and you didn’t give a shit. All I wanted to do was walk up to you and hold you in my arms, take away any, and all, pain you were feeling and make sure you left with a smile on your face and a better view on life. Though, truth be told, I don’t believe you deserved any of that from me. I loved you, still do, and there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about that. But you left, and quite frankly, that had been for the best. You left and I had to go through everything alone, and god I wouldn’t have wished that on my worst enemy, but I don’t think you were willing to let me help at this point. As much as I may have wanted to help make all your issues disappear I don’t think you would allow me to do so. So instead, I stood those few feet away from you, still frozen from our eyes meeting. I didn’t dare move towards you, I didn’t even breathe. You looked so shocked, as though you just saw a ghost. I will admit I have changed so much since the last time you had seen me. Quite frankly, maybe you were seeing a ghost, because the me you knew was dead. Although, from the looks of it, the you I had known seems fairly dead as well.
By Monica Carneiroabout a year ago in Confessions
The Burden
I yearn for all this pain to go away. All I feel is exhaustion. A constant state of no longer wanting to be a part of this realm. I want to disappear. Avoid all the turmoil going on in my head. I want absolute silence. I wish I didn’t have to deal with the conflict of my emotions. I no longer find joy. I feel empty. Unable to communicate what really matters anymore. I just want an easy out. I can’t seem to grasp onto anything anymore. My mind and soul has become a void. I’m a black hole. Everything I touch turns to misery.
By Monica Carneiro2 years ago in Confessions
Green Lights; GO!
There were many times I had been stopped from pursuing the things that make me happy. Many times, I was made to doubt myself and my intentions. It was like my life was full of stop lights at each and every major point. Constant need to turn around, or flat out stop. When was it my chance to go full throttle in the direction that was calling me? When would I find someone who pushed me to chase each and every dream I have ever had? Why was everyone giving me a red light when I was so ready to go?
By Monica Carneiro3 years ago in Motivation
The Love That Guides Us
After the apocalypse, the only safe space was at the abandoned lighthouse in the small town of Gloucester. Sitting on the shore with my toes in the sand, wind in my hair, and sun on my skin almost made me forget that everything was different now. It had been years since I had last seen another person; since I had last seen her. I mean, it was probably for the best considering the circumstances. Being on the beach was good for many reasons, but it did truly help with being safe, it really had nothing to do with the fact that I was waiting for her to come back to me.
By Monica Carneiro3 years ago in Futurism
- Top Story - April 2021
A Love Letter to My Worst Heartbreak; You.Top Story - April 2021
12/21/16 You. There was always something about you. I had never been able to read people like I could read you. And no one was ever able to read me as easily as you do. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I don’t know, something clicked. I remember it all so vividly. I remember your smile. The shine in your eyes. That was about a year ago, huh? And now I feel that the roles have reversed. Now it’s me who is star struck by you, who wants to get to know more about you, who talks about you at home. Now you’re the cute girl. The amazing girl. I don’t know why I decided to write this, I feel it was the easiest way to express myself without stumbling or getting emotional. Truth be told, I never imagined myself here with you. I never really thought I would fall for you. And it never occurred to me that you would be such an important part of my life. I never imagined I would tell you secrets about myself, or that I would allow you to find secrets about myself I didn’t even know about. I was always very shut off from everyone. But with you I can’t help it. I don’t want to feel what I do for you, yet I do. I honestly don’t know what I want anymore. I think I should distance myself, but I also don’t think I can, and I don’t want you to. I want us to be close and just continue getting closer. But, I’m sitting here thinking, what am I really supposed to do? You are helping me realize I deserve to be loved and put first. And god I want that so badly. I want one day to be with someone I love, who loves me too, who looks at me like I am the best thing to ever happen to them. I want someone to look at me as if I am it. I want someone to look at me like I look at you, forgetting that there is a whole world. I don’t know why we are doing this. I don’t know why you were this significant to me, and why I fell for you. But I did, and I am not minding at all. But like you said, at the end of the day, no matter what, I am the one who is going to get hurt… Nothing will ever make me look at you badly, or change the fact you are my best friend. Nothing will ever damage who you are to me or the role you had in my life.
By Monica Carneiro3 years ago in Confessions
