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Ellington Moon Dec 2021
The Boy knows,
yes he knows,
that he shouldn’t.
He can’t hurt an innocent boy.
But the boy with the hair,
the night-dark hair,
who lives across the street
is enchanting.
He’s enchanting in a way,
a funny sort of way,
that makes the Boy wonder,
does he care?
could he care?
would he want to care?
They’re barely even friends
(they’ve barely even talked),
but the Boy wants to know
if the boy across the street
maybe cares.
Not a lot,
just a little bit,
just the right amount
that maybe with some effort
they’d be friends.
And maybe something more---
in time, of course---
yes, time,
lots of time,
lots of work.
But he can’t,
no, he can’t,
the Boy can’t
let another get involved.
He’s not a good Boy;
he’s done lots of bad things,
and he doesn’t want the other
to get hurt.
His guilt is overbearing
from the things that he has done---
small things,
nothing big,
but just enough to make him wonder
if the other boy would stay.
If the other boy found out
about the things that he had done
would he stay
if they managed to be more
than only friends?
And the doubt this creates
is enough for the Boy
to refrain from talking to the boy,
the boy,
with the night-dark hair
and the star-bright eyes,
the enchanting boy
who lives in the house
right across the street.
What a shame it is
when guilt over things---
and such small things!---
should stop
such a lovely pair of boys
from ever meeting,
ever sharing words
past a brief, “Hello!”,
polite greetings in the streets,
and being anything more than
I dunno what exactly inspired this but partly I was thinking about how sometimes guilt over tiny little things builds up and you feel bad for no reason but now you don't want to hurt others even though you've barely done anything.
Also, this is longer than I expected. Cool.
Ellington Moon Dec 2021
the end
the gap.
she drank
in the sight
and slammed the door
she didn't quite understand what
had happened.
Ellington Moon Nov 2021
blue is a bittersweet colour
with a thousand different shades
some shades that are happy
and some that are lonely
and shades of excitement
and shades that are sad and
blue is a bittersweet colour
Ellington Moon Jul 2021
There's a thousand different people running amok inside my head
I'm running out of space
A hundred different otherworldy worlds and locales
So many places

It's been a long day and I swear I've tried my best
Now it's time to lay down my head and rest
But my thoughts run a mile a minute, keeping me awake
And all I can do is lie here and think until dawn breaks
Ellington Moon Jul 2021
over mountains
down to valleys
run through fountains
and back alleys

it doesn't matter quite exactly where
as long as there is (relative) fresh air
breezing soft or rushing through my hair
Ellington Moon Jul 2021
Hidden behind a mask
Of leaves and painted petals
Twin iron fires gleam
A smile full of malice
A cloak of pine and gold
Casts darkened, scheming shadows
Pale hands, slender fingers
Reaching for a knife
for Reverie, the masked manipulator
from Chaos, a WIP novel
Ellington Moon Mar 2021
Strange old guardian of the night
Standing so proud, standing so tall
Eyes wov’n from shadow and starlight
Strange old guardian of the night
Dark abyss with hair shining bright
They’re always looking out for all
Strange old guardian of the night
Standing so proud, standing so tall
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