Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters - by Marilyn Monroe

I guess I have always been

deeply terrified
atto really be someone’s
wife
since I know from life
one cannot love another,
ever, really


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Only parts of us will ever

touch
onlyparts of others –
one’s own truth is just that really — one’s own truth.
We can only share the part that is
understood bywithin another’s knowing acceptable
to
the other — thereforeso one
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature — at best
thoughperhaps it could make
our understanding seek
another’s loneliness out.

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Life –

I am of both of your directions
Life
Somehow remaining hanging downward
the most
but strong as a cobweb in the
wind — I exist more with the cold glistening frost.
But my beaded rays have the colors I’ve
seen in a painting
s— ah life they
have cheated you

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Oh damn I wish that I were

dead — absolutely nonexistent –
gone away from here — from
everywhere but how would I
do it
There is always bridges — the Brooklyn
bridge
– no not the Brooklyn Bridge
becauseBut I love that bridge (everything is beautiful from there and the air is so clean) walking it seems
peaceful
thereeven with all those
cars going crazy underneath. So
it would have to be some other bridge
an ugly one and with no view — except
I
particularlylike in particular all bridges — there’s some-
thing about them and besides
theseI’ve
never seen an ugly bridge

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Stones on the walk

every color there is
I stare down at you
like
these thea horizon –
the space / the air is between us beckoning
and I am many stories
besidesup
my feet
arefrightened
from myas I grasp
fortowards you

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feel what I feel

within myself — that is trying to
become aware of it
also what I feel in others
not being ashamed of my feeling, thoughts — or ideas
realize the thing that
they are –

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I’m finding that sincerity

and
tryingto be
assimple or direct as (possible) I’d like
is often taken for sheer stupidity
but since it is not a sincere world –
it’s very probable that being sincere is stupid.
One probably is stupid to
be sincere since it’s in this world
and no other world that we know
for sure we exist — meaning that –
(since reality exists it
should be must be dealtshould be met and dealt with)
since there is reality to deal with

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To have your heart is

the only completely happy proud
possessionthing (that ever belonged
to me) I’ve ever possessed so

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Found at Brain Pickings