sincerelymoonborne - Hello Poetry

moonlight shining, hello darling everytime that vast worn out staircase descends, lightning slashing through space and time, leaving our mighty heavens starstruck thunder reverberating through realms roaring with man’s sin, shattering the undead’s train of thought in this inhospitable land of constant chaos with our mere inhospitable hollow souls roaming it seeking naught, or perhaps destruction if you step unto that baroque castle soaked in oil of angels, finding yourself in its filthy stomach or perhaps its quite pristine until the filth that is yourself became, glance at thy skeletal visage as shown in her adorned reflective portal memorize its metallic flavor, bathe in its melancholic blood mirages disperse ones ripples of past reverie allow thy inorganic heart to sink fangs into those crimson crystalline veins annihilate laws, deconstruct equilibrium preach propagation, breed memories mayhap then the mourning actors will understand all’s moving towards the past conclude our haunting beauty take the barn owl headed man’s hands as one is escorted to that pearl draped bed across the bridge of moths meet me there at the edge of the universe where all creations organic and inorganic matter alike converge at finality’s battle of the larynx.

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Jan 20

Jan 20, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC

Moth gates of a pearly grave

moonlight shining, hello darling everytime that vast worn out staircase descends, lightning slashing through space and time, leaving our mighty heavens starstruck thunder reverberating through realms roaring with man’s sin, shattering the undead’s train of thought in this inhospitable land of constant chaos with our mere inhospitable hollow souls roaming it seeking naught, or perhaps destruction if you step unto that baroque castle soaked in oil of angels, finding yourself in its filthy stomach or perhaps its quite pristine until the filth that is yourself became, glance at thy skeletal visage as shown in her adorned reflective portal memorize its metallic flavor, bathe in its melancholic blood mirages disperse ones ripples of past reverie allow thy inorganic heart to sink fangs into those crimson crystalline veins annihilate laws, deconstruct equilibrium preach propagation, breed memories mayhap then the mourning actors will understand all’s moving towards the past conclude our haunting beauty take the barn owl headed man’s hands as one is escorted to that pearl draped bed across the bridge of moths meet me there at the edge of the universe where all creations organic and inorganic matter alike converge at finality’s battle of the larynx.

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as that white luminous orb sings to me every night, finding me yearning in a state of inescapable isolation, longing for you to inhabit my vessel once more, begging for your soul to land back within my fingertips, smiling in a daze when i think of all the times we had, a time when you were mine to absorb, a time when my veins would crave sinking their teeth into your heart, allowing it to pulsate with the pinnacle of human emotion, my love. one you deemed was infatuation, obsession, dependency, exhausting. but if yours was “love” , why would you refuse my hearts gates? one you deemed evermore a segregated cage. as that red luminous orb sings to me every night, evoking that image of our beautiful red string intertwining our caricatures close, comforting me of my loss for when i regrettably wake up, realizing its songs full of deception, myself full of delusions, finding it was an unadorned white string i had pulled and submerged in our blood, in an attempt to fool the universe. finding oneself laying in a puddle of pretty teardrops, a heart super soaked, drowning me in my own sorrows from the inside out gently arising, passing silk curtains, ones footsteps approaching that glistening balcony, my eyes call for clouds to reveal, as that white orb cries empathizing with my epiphany, i close my heart once more, the breeze carrying me to the tides, where the ebbs and flow will chant my bloods flavor, moons mourning the oceans tragedy.

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Jan 19

Jan 19, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC

Deluded red oceans in mourning

as that white luminous orb sings to me every night, finding me yearning in a state of inescapable isolation, longing for you to inhabit my vessel once more, begging for your soul to land back within my fingertips, smiling in a daze when i think of all the times we had, a time when you were mine to absorb, a time when my veins would crave sinking their teeth into your heart, allowing it to pulsate with the pinnacle of human emotion, my love. one you deemed was infatuation, obsession, dependency, exhausting. but if yours was “love” , why would you refuse my hearts gates? one you deemed evermore a segregated cage. as that red luminous orb sings to me every night, evoking that image of our beautiful red string intertwining our caricatures close, comforting me of my loss for when i regrettably wake up, realizing its songs full of deception, myself full of delusions, finding it was an unadorned white string i had pulled and submerged in our blood, in an attempt to fool the universe. finding oneself laying in a puddle of pretty teardrops, a heart super soaked, drowning me in my own sorrows from the inside out gently arising, passing silk curtains, ones footsteps approaching that glistening balcony, my eyes call for clouds to reveal, as that white orb cries empathizing with my epiphany, i close my heart once more, the breeze carrying me to the tides, where the ebbs and flow will chant my bloods flavor, moons mourning the oceans tragedy.

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as violins moan and cry as the night closes her eyes as families mourn and grieve as the atmosphere besieges the land wet droplets soaking the wooden crows cyclically wailing losses i felt it when a feather touched upon me it whispered songs of painful death in a severely distraught headspace my throat began to reverberate echoing in soil digging throughout earths body desperately attempting to grasp that star failing each time again and again and again and again laying there my shell of a heart drenched in the sky’s tears refusing to pulse the melody of life i felt it when death’s footsteps approached extending six hands to me embracing that man with the barn owl’s head forgetting a future returning to a past entering that seed and departing for tomorrow will no longer hold out a seat for …… moonlight shining, goodbye darling.

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Jan 19

Jan 19, 2026 at 7:52 AM UTC

A dream unto tomorrows death

as violins moan and cry as the night closes her eyes as families mourn and grieve as the atmosphere besieges the land wet droplets soaking the wooden crows cyclically wailing losses i felt it when a feather touched upon me it whispered songs of painful death in a severely distraught headspace my throat began to reverberate echoing in soil digging throughout earths body desperately attempting to grasp that star failing each time again and again and again and again laying there my shell of a heart drenched in the sky’s tears refusing to pulse the melody of life i felt it when death’s footsteps approached extending six hands to me embracing that man with the barn owl’s head forgetting a future returning to a past entering that seed and departing for tomorrow will no longer hold out a seat for …… moonlight shining, goodbye darling.

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laying in that eternal white void i wonder how the oceans flow, the forests grow, the skies arose, the earth upholds, as the universe chose and my energetic field’s connection to it all will my veins run as deep as the river networks? my lungs branch out full of freedom as the trees, the print of my touch agree with the stump of nature, my eyes glow ethereally as the galaxies, the tides sing to the ebbs and flow of my blood, if the death of a star reads to the birth of thy cells, then who is i? then propagating that eternal white void they sing♬ : “O you who have reached the end, enter into the paradise that envelops all, join this great choir of organic matter and feast~ listen to the billions upon billions of cosmos holding you in their embrace, harvesting thy gem of soul from within moons.” alas, nothing runs unknown anymore for i who breathed life into the heavens my soul shall erupt, a luminous stellar explosion of love, o supernova named after oneself as you birth gods and monsters alike, let’s whisper once more, “for we life, are everything and everywhere all at once”

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Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC

Once upon a white hole

laying in that eternal white void i wonder how the oceans flow, the forests grow, the skies arose, the earth upholds, as the universe chose and my energetic field’s connection to it all will my veins run as deep as the river networks? my lungs branch out full of freedom as the trees, the print of my touch agree with the stump of nature, my eyes glow ethereally as the galaxies, the tides sing to the ebbs and flow of my blood, if the death of a star reads to the birth of thy cells, then who is i? then propagating that eternal white void they sing♬ : “O you who have reached the end, enter into the paradise that envelops all, join this great choir of organic matter and feast~ listen to the billions upon billions of cosmos holding you in their embrace, harvesting thy gem of soul from within moons.” alas, nothing runs unknown anymore for i who breathed life into the heavens my soul shall erupt, a luminous stellar explosion of love, o supernova named after oneself as you birth gods and monsters alike, let’s whisper once more, “for we life, are everything and everywhere all at once”

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a foggy figure i see, eerily watching i deem, as the crows rattles grow delighted, the red crystal lays splattered, in my dreams that i’ve sown, a dire need i have grown to escape from the forest, each tree serving as memory, who she is i may never remember, alas, no need to fret, for when the red lily blooms, the clouds have already carried her soul far, a foggy figure i see, you who i killed i plead.

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Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 9:38 PM UTC

Ghost bride

a foggy figure i see, eerily watching i deem, as the crows rattles grow delighted, the red crystal lays splattered, in my dreams that i’ve sown, a dire need i have grown to escape from the forest, each tree serving as memory, who she is i may never remember, alas, no need to fret, for when the red lily blooms, the clouds have already carried her soul far, a foggy figure i see, you who i killed i plead.

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dear moon, how i constantly seek your guidance through the dead of night wishing for you to illuminate my dark thoughts i gaze at thy bright moonlight reflecting on ripples of rivers basking in thy calm breeze and the scent of love & purity enveloping me caressing my heart and soul like a mother to her child a woman to her wife i abandon all worry and fear for in this moment i shall love without hurt know peace without war belong without suffering the loss of oneself the shimmering sparkles clearing the fog of my mind the haziness of my sight the agony of my heart i find home in your eyes my love an unreachable paradise so distant yet so familiarly consoling how my soul unconditionally longs for your affectionate embrace wishing upon every star to be up above with you through heaven’s soft clouds like cotton and silk on my skin praying lost souls find empathy wrapping earth with our hearts eternally pulsing full of love sincerely, yours forever.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC

Epistolary

dear moon, how i constantly seek your guidance through the dead of night wishing for you to illuminate my dark thoughts i gaze at thy bright moonlight reflecting on ripples of rivers basking in thy calm breeze and the scent of love & purity enveloping me caressing my heart and soul like a mother to her child a woman to her wife i abandon all worry and fear for in this moment i shall love without hurt know peace without war belong without suffering the loss of oneself the shimmering sparkles clearing the fog of my mind the haziness of my sight the agony of my heart i find home in your eyes my love an unreachable paradise so distant yet so familiarly consoling how my soul unconditionally longs for your affectionate embrace wishing upon every star to be up above with you through heaven’s soft clouds like cotton and silk on my skin praying lost souls find empathy wrapping earth with our hearts eternally pulsing full of love sincerely, yours forever.

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i sleep through the night, my dreams aching, full of light will they ever know peace, as my soul yearns for release i tread under bright moonlight, a river clearing the fog of my sight in utter stillness, i take in the glistening scenery… where is the home i miss, only remembered in drunken bliss.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 11:16 PM UTC

Heaven is a home faraway

i sleep through the night, my dreams aching, full of light will they ever know peace, as my soul yearns for release i tread under bright moonlight, a river clearing the fog of my sight in utter stillness, i take in the glistening scenery… where is the home i miss, only remembered in drunken bliss.

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