Luna-Montez - Hello Poetry

These bad thoughts of mine, swirling, Poisoning my brain Making my eyes blind for who I have become. Received compliments to a blind mind, only seeing the imperfections. Not worthy. Not worthy until I feel im good enough. When is that? Maybe when I lay underneath the ground, with flowers on top of the dirt will my mind finally be at ease. Wish I could see what they see, not a cracked mirror.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC

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These bad thoughts of mine, swirling, Poisoning my brain Making my eyes blind for who I have become. Received compliments to a blind mind, only seeing the imperfections. Not worthy. Not worthy until I feel im good enough. When is that? Maybe when I lay underneath the ground, with flowers on top of the dirt will my mind finally be at ease. Wish I could see what they see, not a cracked mirror.

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Maybe love is not for me. Maybe I am love. Maybe love isn’t something you discover, but something you create. Love. Love love love. Maybe I should start loving myself instead of waiting on that someone who could love me.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC

Love

Maybe love is not for me. Maybe I am love. Maybe love isn’t something you discover, but something you create. Love. Love love love. Maybe I should start loving myself instead of waiting on that someone who could love me.

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The big man on top sits at a table. They all laugh in rich. No rules, no etiquette, just pure greed along the people. They step on their servants, they spit on the chef. No respect for anyone. Top of the ladder, lots of green. Crumbled up many of us to get to see the view of the world. World on a silverplatter, you can have it all. What do you choose to do? Make it better? Make the people happier? Greed. Violance, chaos, making us their puppet show. Our blood, our tears doesn’t make them frown. Puppets. Crankle up our bones, murdering us, making our life more stirred up for their enjoyment. More green. More greed. The people at the table take their glass, and take a toast for one more year at the top.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:49 AM UTC

Eat the rich

The big man on top sits at a table. They all laugh in rich. No rules, no etiquette, just pure greed along the people. They step on their servants, they spit on the chef. No respect for anyone. Top of the ladder, lots of green. Crumbled up many of us to get to see the view of the world. World on a silverplatter, you can have it all. What do you choose to do? Make it better? Make the people happier? Greed. Violance, chaos, making us their puppet show. Our blood, our tears doesn’t make them frown. Puppets. Crankle up our bones, murdering us, making our life more stirred up for their enjoyment. More green. More greed. The people at the table take their glass, and take a toast for one more year at the top.

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My brain is like a rollercoaster It moves fast Up, then down Sometimes its faster then me, and im holding on for bare life. Jumping from one thing to the next Wanting constantly change Being easily bored Its’s exhausting Content is that too hard to get to? How long is the journey?

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:41 AM UTC

Fast track brain

My brain is like a rollercoaster It moves fast Up, then down Sometimes its faster then me, and im holding on for bare life. Jumping from one thing to the next Wanting constantly change Being easily bored Its’s exhausting Content is that too hard to get to? How long is the journey?

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Be brave, they said Then they laugh of your failure Be brave, they said Then they trying to change your mind Be brave, they said Then they trying to steal ur idea Be brave, they said Then they trying to destroy your chance of success Our supporters aren’t always the one cheering for us behind closed curtain, so be careful who you whisper your dreams to.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC

Be brave

Be brave, they said Then they laugh of your failure Be brave, they said Then they trying to change your mind Be brave, they said Then they trying to steal ur idea Be brave, they said Then they trying to destroy your chance of success Our supporters aren’t always the one cheering for us behind closed curtain, so be careful who you whisper your dreams to.

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My reflection shows me my reality is what I once believed . I look back at my red velvet lipstick. Im pretty, I say. But the minute I step out, a curse is layed upon me. She is so pretty. She is so different then me. My red lipstick now feels more like a coverup then nice. Feels like I tried covering a pig in lipstick. Comparison is poison. I know. But the curse is persuading me. Every look is now feeling like a look of digust. Im not pretty. Who were I trying to fool?

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:34 AM UTC

Self reflection

My reflection shows me my reality is what I once believed . I look back at my red velvet lipstick. Im pretty, I say. But the minute I step out, a curse is layed upon me. She is so pretty. She is so different then me. My red lipstick now feels more like a coverup then nice. Feels like I tried covering a pig in lipstick. Comparison is poison. I know. But the curse is persuading me. Every look is now feeling like a look of digust. Im not pretty. Who were I trying to fool?

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Not laying in the grave, but here I am grieving. My message lays out like echo out in the world. Seen but not replied. Did it make you speechless? Missing your words, your voice, and most of all just you. No explanation, no reaction, just left me with the memory of what we once were. What should I now do with all these feelings for you? I wish they could evaporate like you.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:25 AM UTC

Ghost of you

Not laying in the grave, but here I am grieving. My message lays out like echo out in the world. Seen but not replied. Did it make you speechless? Missing your words, your voice, and most of all just you. No explanation, no reaction, just left me with the memory of what we once were. What should I now do with all these feelings for you? I wish they could evaporate like you.

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I got a sweet taste of what love could be like. Your eyes on me, your voice softly caressing my soul. You made me feel embraced and accepted, and for once I thought I found my person. You spoke my language like it was your mother tongue, but still ended up leaving me with more questionmarks then answers. You said you would come back, but closed the door on me in darkness. Just me left alone in pitch darkness, waiting. The silence hit me like knife, sharp and long was the blade you decided to stab me with. Just for you to come back and blame my bleeding on myself. Maybe it wasn’t love after all. Maybe it was just a tease. Hurt people, hurt people. Understandood but not pleased by the aftermath.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC

So close, but so far

I got a sweet taste of what love could be like. Your eyes on me, your voice softly caressing my soul. You made me feel embraced and accepted, and for once I thought I found my person. You spoke my language like it was your mother tongue, but still ended up leaving me with more questionmarks then answers. You said you would come back, but closed the door on me in darkness. Just me left alone in pitch darkness, waiting. The silence hit me like knife, sharp and long was the blade you decided to stab me with. Just for you to come back and blame my bleeding on myself. Maybe it wasn’t love after all. Maybe it was just a tease. Hurt people, hurt people. Understandood but not pleased by the aftermath.

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My current life life is in a foggy, unclear state. I feel this longing for something or somewhere, but it’s too unclear to see where I should be heading. I don’t want to be stuck in the mud and just cave to this life that feels like the groundhog day. I want to dare to step out, take a chance and see if life is more to it. Where to start? When to Dare? What choice should I make? Many questions, no answers. Just me in my own echo chamber, quietly whispering my dreams of freedom. Freedom from the mundane, freedom from what seems like the only option. My dad always told me you should always a direction in oife, because without it you are a boat on the sea with no direction.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC

On the sea with no direction

My current life life is in a foggy, unclear state. I feel this longing for something or somewhere, but it’s too unclear to see where I should be heading. I don’t want to be stuck in the mud and just cave to this life that feels like the groundhog day. I want to dare to step out, take a chance and see if life is more to it. Where to start? When to Dare? What choice should I make? Many questions, no answers. Just me in my own echo chamber, quietly whispering my dreams of freedom. Freedom from the mundane, freedom from what seems like the only option. My dad always told me you should always a direction in oife, because without it you are a boat on the sea with no direction.

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My family is ripped apart, and Im standing in the middle. They drag me in the one direction and then the other. I think this will break me apart. Their words hurts like knives, screaming out their hatred. What Im supposed to do? Anything I say, is like stepping on a minefield. I try to shut it all out, but the screaming, the dragging, the hatred is too loud. My soul is hurting. I want to scream and cry, but nothing comes out. Im just here. In the middle of it all. Trying to hold my self together, because it's the only thing I can do. Just hoping. That one day. This war will end.

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Nov 19, 2016

Nov 19, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC

Picture perfect family (NOT)

My family is ripped apart, and Im standing in the middle. They drag me in the one direction and then the other. I think this will break me apart. Their words hurts like knives, screaming out their hatred. What Im supposed to do? Anything I say, is like stepping on a minefield. I try to shut it all out, but the screaming, the dragging, the hatred is too loud. My soul is hurting. I want to scream and cry, but nothing comes out. Im just here. In the middle of it all. Trying to hold my self together, because it's the only thing I can do. Just hoping. That one day. This war will end.

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