I hate the moon
For it just watched
As my childhood was taken
Away from my bare hands
I hate the moon
Yet I hate myself more
For it just watched
As i rip my hair out
And gone skin and bones
I hate the moon
For it just watched
As I sat on my window sill thinking
which way would it be, trembling
I hate the moon
For it just watched
Up the sky where it is safe
And far away from things i have known
Far away from home
And so because I hate the moon
Where it sits pretty
And watched as I lose all parts
Of my soul I was born with
That I will take matters into my own
I will destroy the moon
With my tainted hands
And continue to watch
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 3:27 AM UTC
Up on my windowsill I stare
at the moon glowing innocently
“What clueless little thing,”
I wonder how many cries of help
Has it ignored, yet still
it continues to be beautiful
The moon is alone,
And far away from home
it was all that i wanted
“Is the moon happy?”
I would always ask.
For it has all the things
I wish I could have
Like those like me
Whose eyes always end up
Staring at the moon, glowing innocently
Little cries of help hoping
That the moon would somehow reach
And take them away in its light
To hope for that was all that I could do
As someone who hated the moon most
Sitting on top of my windowsill
Gazing upward again
Like I have for many nights
Spent in vain
Jealous of the moon
Whichever way my body brings me
My final destination will always be
The beautiful yet heartless moon
Glowing innocently.
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 3:16 AM UTC
in loving you i have lost
my pride, my worth
and my self
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 10:35 AM UTC
is hating the one thing
you love doing the most
writing even though
paper was sand
and pen was knife
and it was life, for you.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
strange, empty beating
of a lively heart
slow yet steady thumps
bringing me life
in my lungs
breathe in, breathe out
appreciate the life
i never wanted
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
the gentle drops
kissed your face
as you stare at me
with a sad face.
am I dreaming?
but the raindrops on my face
tells me otherwise.
it was raining. and raining
and raining.
raging on, like my heart inside.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
If i chose to die,
do not resent me
nor cry.
Instead water my flowers
Under sunlight
Let them bloom freely
Take care of my dog
Feed her three times a day
And in your bed let her lay
Give the life I once lived warmth,
everything that I couldn't
and could never again give
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
a talent for writing stories
but not books
a love for giving life
and a character's looks
i start and end abruptly
please bear with me patiently
as the words kept flooding
in a singsong manner of wording
i wrote a hundred incomplete books
always stopped in the middle
but my fingers won't stop writing
when it comes to a riddle
a book to you is a poem to me
like a lullaby to a sleepy baby
both has a start and a finish,
and a start i could finish.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
wake up
get ready
look how time flies
put on your everyday mask
make sure you hide your puffy eyes
face up
light is already on
apply blush to the red splash
a caress from your mother
alongside the heartless lash
stand up
reach out
eat a bit of food in the shelf
just enough for you to
not hate yourself
dance to the rhythm
of your everyday routine
no one more used to it than you
a veteran of hiding
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
you were once somebody.
a familiar figure
sitting on a couch
jumping in anticipation
while your favorite football team
plays on our broken down television
a natural sight.
you were once everything.
a love letter, a sad song,
the sunrise, and the storm
my favorite book
from my favorite author.
a heart felt poem of
an eighteen year old me
in a uniform
we were a cliché in literature
had a love like forever yet
a poison to the other
all of these, and you're gone
in the 5475th day
of another cloudless morning
without you,
still,
you remained
somebody to me
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 9:00 AM UTC