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Luna Casablanca May 2015
Anyone who filled my time that could have been
Empty with me sitting alone in a dark room,
You may not make me smile everyday but that moment was the best thing you did for me at that time.
The clock ticks to our oblivious senses.
We are oblivious for a reason,
The reason is to have a moment that grows into a memory.
The memory lives and dies after new moments are planted into our hearts.
Remember the moment when you stood backstage and peaked behind the curtain.
Remember the moment the curtain opened up and the audience silenced its sins to see your glory.
Remember you felt something move and suddenly you were dancing the routine.
Remember the flowers that fell to the floor below you as you stood in bowing position under a beaming spotlight.
A moment like this is the standing tree to our happy thoughts.
Take care of the tree and don't break off the good memories by tearing off the bark and branches.
A moment is sacred, a memory is special, a tree is our place of thought
Luna Casablanca May 2015
As I give thought to my grudges
And my anger has authority,
I smile with an tiny smirk ,
And listen to the people around me.
After I hear words better than mine,
I nod my head,
I stand up,
Strip,
And I talk shenanigans.
This is how I hide
Who I really
Am.

Overall, I'm a tornado.
I'm a mix of anger and jokes.
Once the towns are torn apart
All my loved ones are sitting and crying.
They lost their own,
My own is what causes my crisis.
I'd rather be a stupid fool than
The angry person I was born as.

Down the overpass I walk alone there is a bridge.
Bridges are meant to hold and let go.
There is a lighted highway underneath.
It's night so no one can see me do this.
Stepping up is the hardest step.
I'm shaking all over my hands still try to hold the rings of the iron gate.

I can't live this way.
It's my head versus me against everyone's perfection.
The night is ending, I see the sun peeking in its tough sky.
Fine, I'll let go of the rings and step down.
My feet are back on the ground and behind me a strangers car approached.
He gets out and comes to ask if I'm ok.
I nod, stand on my ground,
This time I don't strip.
I say I'm going to be ok I just needed a minute to myself.

Is that all I need to do with those around me?
Are the jokes really not necessary?
Which way am I being myself?
I'll have to live in order to learn that.
And the others,
Maybe there is no perfection.
Luna Casablanca May 2015
Every morning I pay the price
I wake up and the dream I had of you and me
reminds me that you are living the perfect life
since you left me and walked away.
You held my hands and your touch made me feel
something shoot down from my heart to my toes.
Since you said you respected my decision I
couldn't let you go.

Every afternoon I am somewhere you're not.
This is a sign from God that
we are not a we.
These new girls in your life know I am nuts.
I walk by you laughing with them.
The pavement underneath my feet is as dark as my happiness;
losing you is losing color to paint my emotions.

Every night I look you up on Facebook the urge
to see your kind face in your pictures.
Your posts are liked by many of these women.
I assume you told them I was not just a date
but a waste of your precious time.
Once you said in a post you were taking a girl shooting at the range.

Everyday I remember when I said no,
it wouldn't be a good idea.
I would drop everything and breakdown.
Now the last thing you want is for me to fall into your arms.

Every evening when it's a weekend,
I know you're with another her.
I may be wrong, but chances are I'm right.
When you're with her,
take it with you.
Take the gun you were going to use when you
offered to take me to go
shooting.
My shoes are filled and so is your
heart.
Luna Casablanca Apr 2015
Many I know hope I will soon drop off the face of the earth.
Ive been this quirky alien from now til
Birth.
It is never easy for me to be around.
Everyone sees that I'm the awkward guest at this party and no one has lifted me off the ground.
Balloons are tied and the pizza is on the table.
I ate more than anyone else that is all I am able.
I'll leave now so I'm not in your presence.
Next party where I know I'll invite myself next
Is in heaven.
I'll be an angel you'll remember me through the heartbeat in your chest.
Now that I'm an adult, I would rather be dead than the noticeable
Awkward guest.
Luna Casablanca Apr 2015
This melody that wraps around
My body and waist,
Flies by my head and face.
I see these notes lie on a scale
I must perform though I don't know well.
****** the music while it's being grown
That's ok, I don't need this written speech
I have my own.
I write and find nobody wants to listen
So only I will throw my words out and say they don't know what they're missing.
I see beauty in my own written stone,
Since nobody else agrees they can leave it alone.
The critics forget the heart that beats the emotional harmony.
This melody will be in reachable view but it will be written by me.
Whether a song or sonnet,
Hear this I will let.
Admire my point and find it in a form of art, no colors or canvases, this melody came from my
Heart.
Luna Casablanca Apr 2015
Though I may not be with you,
the dress on your date may not be worn by me.
I hope you had fun tonight,
set all your uptight free.
I'm happy for you
it's only better to smile.
Seeing you and your new girl
I now am alright with moving on
it just took me a while.
The time is here I am patient at last.
No anger is driven by looking at the past.
It was a swell time to have you as a possibility.
Just go have fun at the dance with her,
no need to spare
a thought
for me.
Luna Casablanca Apr 2015
Vivid memories of walking with you
by my side, rather slow, and forgetting
the rest of the world.
We would correct not our vocabulary,
but the topics we brought up.

My jaw dropped after every admonishing
response you had for me.
Never a question, just an applicable correction.
Heart beating too fast to know I am only being
counterfeit
around
you.

Rather than saying we should find a nest, you said
you would prefer to fly away and not be with me.
Hurt as I was,
I threw my journal to the ground,
I commanded you leave,
I slammed the door,
and picked it up again, and opened to the recent written pages.
I read these poems that were about you
possibly being gone.

It was no psychic power, it was never meant to be.
Now I still can hardly bear thoughts of you with another girl in
your arms.
Can't say there haven't been other gentlemen in mine.
I notice now as I walk a lonely path without you
by my side.
I have the sunbeam to myself, and I am free to think about whatever I need.

Though there are the times I think of you.
I feel my feet lead me at my own pace
that you could never handle at all.
The smile you gave me and the time,
you held my hands promising you wouldn't push.
Though you never made me laugh.

I finish my walk and I put my hand to my
heart.
It feels,
normal,
for a change.

While we tried to be with each other,
my heart pounded and I stuttered as a result
of my lungs pushing hard to breathe.
I feel my heart beat as it should, thumping perfectly and in comfort.
I am slowly breathing,
and as I am still letting you go,
I feel normal, fine, and
healthy as a bird.
I'll be one to fly away this time.
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