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Moth Jan 31
i miss my hair falling out
my eyes dragging me down
i miss not having anything but bile
my bones pulling to the earth
i miss the sweet feeling of being hollow
Moth Jan 17
blue, a color to morn
seen as sadness
mistaken for a sign
of the coming sorrow
some simple symbol

blue, a color of comfort
like rain after drought
clear streams bubbling
and oceans swelling with joy

blue, like fireworks
while popping blueberries
and a refreshing drink
under the clear blue sky
Moth Nov 2020
blue lights
hot teas

cold feet
soft sleeves

quiet room
typing keys
solitude looks different to everyone this is mine
Moth Nov 2020
beloved you are
gentle soft pillows
filled with feathers
that itch at my skin

beloved you are
sobbing on shoulders
acid on tongue
begging for love
that I've never known

beloved you are
the beat of water
the shower head
pearly tears fall down

beloved you are
broken like glass
an edged smile
at days of the end

beloved you are
chaining me here
clutching at nails
like knives in my hand
I just needed to get some stuff from my last relationship out... remember kids emotionally manipulating your partner into staying with you is still abuse.
Moth Nov 2020
we all have thoughts
impulses, moments, similarities
we all know the actions
smiles, words, movements

out of sync, the feeling of missing a note
no arrangement to follow in a symphony
a world of music, no voice to sing

my own are broken
discordant, amiss, awry
my brain is hoping
wishing, waiting, wanting
some of my thoughts on living in the world that seems to know what to be doing or saying as a neurodivergent.
Moth Nov 2020
writing, rules all different
art, with no color
music, with no instruments
all these but none at all
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be it prose, be it lyrical, or be it free
poetry is distinct as it's own
a free flowing expression
a moment of emotion, of connection
just some thoughts I've been having
Moth Oct 2020
burns lay across skin
fire touched finger tips
from reaching out to the sun
reddened and shiny blisters
peel away from shaking hands
leaving soft skin of innocence
a layer to forgive the fire
from a thoughtless star
you reach again
the cycle continues
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