thrusunshine - Hello Poetry

the moon knows. she has seen countless confessions in her light, watched life and death alike, and judged none of it. the moon is the one who will not whisper your secrets to the stars. she is just a reflection, after all. limited by her existence. the sun is the one who will betray you, will turn his back on you, will scream everything you've done to everyone awake to hear. the sun shines and does not care if you burn beneath him. the moon does not care, either, but she is not vindictive, and for that, we tell her things the sun will never know. didn't anyone tell you that the moon can keep a secret? she is not the sun.

0

thrusunshine

Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC

glassea

celestial

the moon knows. she has seen countless confessions in her light, watched life and death alike, and judged none of it. the moon is the one who will not whisper your secrets to the stars. she is just a reflection, after all. limited by her existence. the sun is the one who will betray you, will turn his back on you, will scream everything you've done to everyone awake to hear. the sun shines and does not care if you burn beneath him. the moon does not care, either, but she is not vindictive, and for that, we tell her things the sun will never know. didn't anyone tell you that the moon can keep a secret? she is not the sun.

6

She was everything All I needed was to ask Then she took it all

0

thrusunshine

Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC

grim-spade

Thief

She was everything All I needed was to ask Then she took it all

3

You always mention Sylvia Plath. I think you want to be like her, But your poetry’s just not up to scratch. You idealise her suicide Her torment becomes your own. Relish in the thought That in death you will achieve some kind of success. Yet in death you will still be alone.

0

Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC

thrusunshine

Sylvia P Wannabe

You always mention Sylvia Plath. I think you want to be like her, But your poetry’s just not up to scratch. You idealise her suicide Her torment becomes your own. Relish in the thought That in death you will achieve some kind of success. Yet in death you will still be alone.

8

All my life water has been weightless. So I did not fear it when I met you on the shore. You insisted it was shallow That the waters touch would be painless Convinced me it was pure. Then you lit A cigarette. Offered one to me Said it made it easier to breathe. Its stale smoke was intoxicating Like your presence, I soaked it up. But it burned in my lungs and suffocated Even the water could not extinguish its flame. Under the water I perceived things more clearly. Your ashen face and broken soul Of your games I had grown weary. But it was too late I felt the waters weight with you Like crimson ribbons the blood from our wounds Intermingled and consumed. I couldn’t drift away from you My screams were silenced in this bottomless depth But your lips never moved. And then I realised You didn’t want to be saved From the moment we met upon the shore You wanted me to feel your pain Once I was inexplicably drawn to you But now I’m struggling to escape your grip. I refuse to drown with you My fingertips are reaching the surface.

0

Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC

thrusunshine

You are (drowning) not weightless

All my life water has been weightless. So I did not fear it when I met you on the shore. You insisted it was shallow That the waters touch would be painless Convinced me it was pure. Then you lit A cigarette. Offered one to me Said it made it easier to breathe. Its stale smoke was intoxicating Like your presence, I soaked it up. But it burned in my lungs and suffocated Even the water could not extinguish its flame. Under the water I perceived things more clearly. Your ashen face and broken soul Of your games I had grown weary. But it was too late I felt the waters weight with you Like crimson ribbons the blood from our wounds Intermingled and consumed. I couldn’t drift away from you My screams were silenced in this bottomless depth But your lips never moved. And then I realised You didn’t want to be saved From the moment we met upon the shore You wanted me to feel your pain Once I was inexplicably drawn to you But now I’m struggling to escape your grip. I refuse to drown with you My fingertips are reaching the surface.

33

Outside my window. Is the sky really this opaque? Or am I just up in the clouds In a dream like haze High on the smog from the city That saved me Sleepy Skies. Tonight the sky is as black as my soul And an artificial amber glow Filters Thru the gap of my window And I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that you are sleeping under the same sky as me. Lilac Views. Dawn beckons me from my bed With a faint purple hue. I see bright white headlights That trickle like raindrops Through the dewy branches. And as we chase the sun a pink appears upon the canvas. Day. Soft beginnings turn to blue That bites you and blinds you when you stare. And it's strange to think without the sun We wouldn’t see its colour.

0

Jan 22, 2016

Jan 22, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC

thrusunshine

We're all just looking up for answers.

Outside my window. Is the sky really this opaque? Or am I just up in the clouds In a dream like haze High on the smog from the city That saved me Sleepy Skies. Tonight the sky is as black as my soul And an artificial amber glow Filters Thru the gap of my window And I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that you are sleeping under the same sky as me. Lilac Views. Dawn beckons me from my bed With a faint purple hue. I see bright white headlights That trickle like raindrops Through the dewy branches. And as we chase the sun a pink appears upon the canvas. Day. Soft beginnings turn to blue That bites you and blinds you when you stare. And it's strange to think without the sun We wouldn’t see its colour.

27