MoonsLight - Hello Poetry

Art is like a furnace, and I the sword. Struck by each verse and quenched by each chord. Through the flames, I will always be reforged.

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Dec 26, 2024

Dec 26, 2024 at 1:44 AM UTC

Grit

Art is like a furnace, and I the sword. Struck by each verse and quenched by each chord. Through the flames, I will always be reforged.

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Till thee are. Till thee be. Covered in the light, Josephine. High the tides he brings, oh yesterseve. And pains so true, Yielding all familial antiquities. Yet, still, the glimmer remains. On a Christmas Day, The choirs echo on sunlight rays. .... A blossom from within. Since thee are. Since thee be. Covered in the light, Josephine.

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Dec 26, 2024

Dec 26, 2024 at 1:39 AM UTC

Josephine

Till thee are. Till thee be. Covered in the light, Josephine. High the tides he brings, oh yesterseve. And pains so true, Yielding all familial antiquities. Yet, still, the glimmer remains. On a Christmas Day, The choirs echo on sunlight rays. .... A blossom from within. Since thee are. Since thee be. Covered in the light, Josephine.

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Sarah, can I believe in evergreens? Trees so glorious it's forever green. When, the dust of sands is all that is seen. Here upon this land, the trees never seed. The dry beds where the rivers never meet. And the brushes crumble beneath my feet. Where the sun scorches everything in sight. Where the moon tides the waveless earth, respite. Who am I to believe in evergreens. Trees so glorious they're forever green. When, for ages, this is all that's been seen. Here upon this land, nothing ever seeds. Sarah, I can't believe in evergreens. Sarah, I can't believe in anything.

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Dec 24, 2024

Dec 24, 2024 at 10:42 PM UTC

Sarah

Sarah, can I believe in evergreens? Trees so glorious it's forever green. When, the dust of sands is all that is seen. Here upon this land, the trees never seed. The dry beds where the rivers never meet. And the brushes crumble beneath my feet. Where the sun scorches everything in sight. Where the moon tides the waveless earth, respite. Who am I to believe in evergreens. Trees so glorious they're forever green. When, for ages, this is all that's been seen. Here upon this land, nothing ever seeds. Sarah, I can't believe in evergreens. Sarah, I can't believe in anything.

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I think I loved you once upon a whispers dream. I think I cared for you more than I thought, More than it really must seem. Because what is love to a seed? A seed with no real intentions. With no real expressions, but its expected To grow. To grow, in the ash painted battlefield, Where the war set its claim. The field you fled from, yet your spout remained. A seed without its sower? A farm without its grower, but somehow it continued to maintain. In the beep pits of soot, it set's its proclaims However, without its owner, it was all said in vein. I'm sorry, let me refrain. Refrain from expressing too much because I think it was all too late. Refrain from expressing it all because I think you were my soul mate.

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Jul 21, 2019

Jul 21, 2019 at 5:59 AM UTC

I think

I think I loved you once upon a whispers dream. I think I cared for you more than I thought, More than it really must seem. Because what is love to a seed? A seed with no real intentions. With no real expressions, but its expected To grow. To grow, in the ash painted battlefield, Where the war set its claim. The field you fled from, yet your spout remained. A seed without its sower? A farm without its grower, but somehow it continued to maintain. In the beep pits of soot, it set's its proclaims However, without its owner, it was all said in vein. I'm sorry, let me refrain. Refrain from expressing too much because I think it was all too late. Refrain from expressing it all because I think you were my soul mate.

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You know, it's funny, I had that ringing in my ear. You know, that funny feeling, A tinglin' in my ear. So I went a snoopin' And it's what I've always feared. He was creepin' He was sleepin' With all the volunteers. "Volunteer?" With all the volunteers. "Volunteers! What?" Yes, with all the volunteers. He was rollin' He was dippin' He was flippin' He was eatin'- "Volunteers!" With all the volunteers.

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Feb 15, 2019

Feb 15, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC

His Business

You know, it's funny, I had that ringing in my ear. You know, that funny feeling, A tinglin' in my ear. So I went a snoopin' And it's what I've always feared. He was creepin' He was sleepin' With all the volunteers. "Volunteer?" With all the volunteers. "Volunteers! What?" Yes, with all the volunteers. He was rollin' He was dippin' He was flippin' He was eatin'- "Volunteers!" With all the volunteers.

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There was a time of Twos and Fours. The Dawn of love blinded by naiveté, never to endure. When a breach of confusion commenced the cold war. Four, strained by antipathy, refused to vocalize. Two with contrition that's finally realized. There once was a time of Twos and Fours. A time that passed but you can not ignore. Now there will be zero, none, no more.

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Feb 15, 2019

Feb 15, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC

520

There was a time of Twos and Fours. The Dawn of love blinded by naiveté, never to endure. When a breach of confusion commenced the cold war. Four, strained by antipathy, refused to vocalize. Two with contrition that's finally realized. There once was a time of Twos and Fours. A time that passed but you can not ignore. Now there will be zero, none, no more.

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Vous êtes la douce lueur de l’Aube, comme elle scintille à travers l’herbe humide, Comme des étoiles sous mes pieds. C’est le paradis que je peux atteindre Toujours avec toi, mon ange, à mes côtés.

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC

Mon Ange

Vous êtes la douce lueur de l’Aube, comme elle scintille à travers l’herbe humide, Comme des étoiles sous mes pieds. C’est le paradis que je peux atteindre Toujours avec toi, mon ange, à mes côtés.

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Every morning I wake with the half-risen sun shining through my blinds It glistens beautifully off the tears streaming from my eyes Every morning I wake, I remember the olden days Just a boy crying for his lost balloon With such a big imagination, it could have sent you to the moon Oh how I would give anything to turn back time Every morning, I'm mourning Baby brother, I miss you. It's because I w a s SELFISH A N D r a n a w a y Yo u could H A V E B E E N SAVED IF OnlY I Stayed IN MY P L A C E I'm sorry

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC

Mourning Morning

Every morning I wake with the half-risen sun shining through my blinds It glistens beautifully off the tears streaming from my eyes Every morning I wake, I remember the olden days Just a boy crying for his lost balloon With such a big imagination, it could have sent you to the moon Oh how I would give anything to turn back time Every morning, I'm mourning Baby brother, I miss you. It's because I w a s SELFISH A N D r a n a w a y Yo u could H A V E B E E N SAVED IF OnlY I Stayed IN MY P L A C E I'm sorry

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My problem is that I don't follow my intuition, even though it always comes to fruition. It took me some time to really you down. You had my head spinning, round and round. Ignoring the clues and the giant red flags. I still blame myself for everything you did that was bad. I trusted you with secrets, bit by bit. Was it all just too much for you? So, you had to split? Why should I feel guilty for being ignored? I'm the only one wondering, should I have done more. But that's the whole point of your fun and games. You emotionally strung me along like I was shackled in chains. How many times have I apologized, for you hurting me because you're emotionally desensitized?

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Jan 19, 2018

Jan 19, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC

...Dealing with YOU...

My problem is that I don't follow my intuition, even though it always comes to fruition. It took me some time to really you down. You had my head spinning, round and round. Ignoring the clues and the giant red flags. I still blame myself for everything you did that was bad. I trusted you with secrets, bit by bit. Was it all just too much for you? So, you had to split? Why should I feel guilty for being ignored? I'm the only one wondering, should I have done more. But that's the whole point of your fun and games. You emotionally strung me along like I was shackled in chains. How many times have I apologized, for you hurting me because you're emotionally desensitized?

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