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Luna Casablanca Nov 2016
Please go away,
I beg of you please,
I pick up the phone,
I get on my knees.
I take off my clothes,
I cut off my hair,
the **** in you
has the victim in me
aware.

We think we are king and queen
when we feel the concern.
Other people’s mistakes are
what let our insecurities burn.
Here I am naked and
with hair I despise.
Did you forget your sympathy
when you saw the anger in my eyes?

The anger within,
can only begin,
with the fear
of going out
of ones
way.

The amount of control
you pretend to have
over me
gives me no reason
to stay.
But I will sit here until
you give me my clothes back,
you take away these scissors,
and you let your kindness
relapse.

Go back to the kind one
I know you can be.
But it’s too late,
I’m traumatized
by this memory.
I’ll think, I’ll cry,
don’t even let yourself
have another try.
It’s only a loss
when you look at yourself as
the Boss.
Beggars can't be choosers, but we can stand up for ourselves when others are bossing us around and controlling us. They can't, and if we say stop,  hopefully they won't.
404 · May 2014
My Choice
Luna Casablanca May 2014
I want to rip them up
make them die.
I will
scream in their face
until they cry.
I will
haze them
till they hang.
I will
ditch everyone who has
taught me
and join a gang.
Substances
will be my next stop.
Sitting in church,
I'll throw in the air,
the green,
the stanched,
the only,
the ***.
Put Mike's Hard Lemonade
in a lemonade stand
and give to neighborhood kids.
Steal a car,
and drive to Vegas
and make some illegal bids.
But when I am let down
and treated unfair
I know that doing things like that
will get me nowhere.
If I want to succeed
I must know
that being the bigger person
Is the path I will choose to go.
And to
everything that could
possibly ****
or lower my self-esteem
and who I am.
My choice,
is No.
I choose to forgive
even if I was never
told an apology.
I may remember horrible things.
But I will not get the lobotomy.
I choose to learn
I choose to move on.
It never matters
who was right
or who was wrong.
Nobody is,
so I choose to end the fight.
People will do things out of line.
I choose to advocate,
and that is just fine.
I choose to agree on split
and shake hands.
To show my opponent
I made the right choice.
404 · Apr 2015
The Speed Limit
Luna Casablanca Apr 2015
I would never go back to our days of love and redo it all.
Such fun turned to such unfortunate episodes.
They came for us just wanted to tear us apart.
I would lie in bed with the sun beaming through the window, just Couldn't push through another day.
You would say you were going to marry me.
I couldn't bear to question that.
Then I remember who you introduced me to.
Your friends I loved so much wanted to have them as much as I wanted to have you.
Driving in a car at night barely following the speed limit.
I never wanted to go home.
Years later I am home and you and me are done.
I now don't know you anymore.
You've changed as well as me.
So do people, so does life.
The right thing doesn't last forever.
We most certainly didn't.
You never even showed me a ring.
It was ten months.
When it comes to love,
Know the
Speed limit.
Don't Rush love. Take it slow.
401 · Feb 2015
Preach
Luna Casablanca Feb 2015
When a change in habit is needed in life,
seems that Alone is the best feeling and
Isolation is the best place to be.
Can't keep looking back and thinking,
"What Have I done?"
"What a fool I was!"
Preach no more.
Just keep the mouth shut.
It's in the past.
My being open makes good people come and
go.
Far too fast.
Right doesn't always remain,
wrong fades away after more in life comes to
distract us from the past.
Nothing stays the same.
Sorry old habit, I'll have to leave you
behind.
I let you own me,
now I must remember only I own myself.
Preach to myself for now on.
They don't have to know everything about
me.
400 · Feb 2016
Precious Little Drama
Luna Casablanca Feb 2016
As I read and searched you since we
departed to a transition that
choked me and relieved you,
breathing was only by
forgetting our precious little
drama.
I wanted so bad to shake your
hand like we used to but you
had too many others to hold.
I tricked myself into thinking I was
happy for you when really I couldn't
sleep at night.
I saw what you said and I could sense
I'd ruin your life if we stayed in touch.
I had too much work and you
had too much to drink that night.
I laid down to rest after a tough day and
you laid back down in your bed of roses
where you fell into since we departed.
I'm ok now,
I have no need for that precious little
drama.
You want none of my swinging and I
hate when you're shooting.
You use it on me by taking another girl.
By the way, are you still talking to her?
Or is there someone new like always in
your life.
This precious little drama is all on you.
Don't come running back when your roses
die and she doesn't call.
By now nobody should be surprised as you
hang at bars alone and intoxicate yourself
forgetting you're punishing not pushing yourself to grow stronger.
I'm strong, why aren't you?
396 · Mar 2015
Mess
Luna Casablanca Mar 2015
Discipline is not around.
Peace cannot be found.
Skyscrapers collapse as street-goers
act as if they couldn't care less.
Glass and cement all around the ground,
this place is a mess.
To have the guts to keep it together and clean.
How we're now on our own but were once
a team.
Rules change and people won't play.
Tied to a chair and tortured and whipped for wanting to say.
This is all a mess
how do you not see?
Admonish us all
never thought this is what it would be.
Can you ever admire those who are good?
This turned into a mess.
Breaks my heart
how it ever could.
Luna Casablanca Jun 2016
This one is for the girl who thinks  she's the boss.
For the condescending one recovering from a major loss.
To the boy who has future expectations higher than the testosterone out of control.
For the one in the group who says everyone is nothing but a toll.

I write this through disappointment based off of the sayings of "no".
We hold hands around ones we trust, and we are commanded to let our hands go.
We see eye to eye, the others are worth a furious cry.
Pray for all to change and become pale as we are around the same table at five pm.
Groaning and cringing at the thought we would be meeting here again.

It's hard to see others have a stronger connection through love and trust.
After the first date, we put time for you,
yet you continued to sulk and therefore you cussed.
Speaking competitively to him and good thing you men resolved all the stress.
Though the rudeness I continued to have dissolved in my heart that had a spot for our group,
turns out I was the one who was loved the less.

To the guy who rolled his eyes as my boyfriend and I held hands on a couch.
To the one who saw us kissing and looked like you were about to scream "ouch!"
To the girl who grew up just to feel alright again.
To the other girls who approved of us and are my best friends.

So forget you, I'm gone.
I learned that I was wrong
to try and belong,
I thought we'd get along.
I will never change to become one of you
the interests you obtain I don't wish to follow  through.
Not one congratulations on us being together.
That night I decided to leave you it wasn't now or never,
It is what I should have done long before I had.
We were just another dysfunctional group of people
who saw each other's success as something insufferable and a reason to be sad.
It wasn't about us,
It was about making up for what we couldn't have in our personal lives.
So live up to your fullest, and from me, expect no more
begging replies.
(Sighs);)
It wasn't meant to be. We went our separate ways, and we are happy. That is all that matters.
394 · Dec 2015
Awakening of Misery
Luna Casablanca Dec 2015
Somehow in my dream two weary nights ago
you stood before me with short blonde and purple hair.
My long black hair grew purple streaks as well.
We walked together along the campus 'twas not awkward though felt so real
like our girls nights were back in the day when
You were happy and I had some personal security.
I woke up and looked around as I sat in bed.
I wondered where you were.
You were not there and are never there anymore.
I'll always remember how I tried to apologize and reassure you and waited all night for that text.
For months I checked my phone and not one text was from you.
Today if I see you I will breakdown and hope you will be desired to put your arms around me as well.
I have not forgotten our inside jokes and how we became best friends.
Today I'm down and recovering from the fights and misbehaved individuals who will
never learn.
I am alone and sad all the time so much is showing that is inside of me.
What I'm saying and what I have hidden for years is said in sum,
I need you back in my life.
Will you come back to me?
Can I be on your mind just
One
Last
Time?
I miss you.
390 · Jan 2015
Blue Eyes Like a River
Luna Casablanca Jan 2015
The strength carried as I am happy
to be unwanted
can be overruled by these feelings
of the right thing and prayer.
We don't always get it.
Never is it worth the fight.
Urge to lay side by side
and have someone treat these blue eyes like a river.
My camera has gone to waste,
this account is a trap.
Rather poor judgement and
insecure stance between all who are welcome.
Love may not be the right thing for this is the time
I cannot abuse.
How I know I always loved to have a man gaze into my blue eyes like a river.
Just believe that the time will come around again.
What goes around comes around.
Like the reflection and ability to see ourselves in a river.
I will see myself standing alone,
I am not going to cry a river
over love that is not there at the time for me.
Let the others have it.
384 · Jun 2014
You Love Me and You Care
Luna Casablanca Jun 2014
Rub me on the arm,
your touch feels so warm.
I am safe and protected
by a
caring, sweet, genuine man.
You asked to cuddle,
in thirty minutes
you kissed me for the first time on the head.
I felt it, I liked it, it was short,
sweet, I was ok with it.
You love me for who I am.
You know how
to treat a woman,
sensitive and respectful
as can be.
We have gone through some drama together,
since the others had their moments,
and we were a part of it
we stayed together,
because we were meant to be.
You take care of me
when I'm sad.
To you,
I could never get mad.
We have our disagreements,
but we choose to learn from them.
And they become
blessed moments.
We may handle things different,
but opposites attract,
we look back
and laugh
at the times
that something happened
and so we overreact.
Working things out,
always fair,
every day you prove
that you love me
and you care.
383 · Jul 2014
Know Your Rights
Luna Casablanca Jul 2014
Who thinks they have the right
to stand in front of the room
as the center of attention,
saying only the first thing that comes to mind?
Who would expose only rudeness
to whomever puts in the effort
to be loving and appropriately concered.
The smart Alec refuses to learn.
Only a fool would say
the phrases that are silly and untrue.
A smart Alec may have a brain
but never a clue.
And for the lonely soul
with issues in boundaries
has no idea where the limits lie.
Walks in uninvited,
puts words in the mouth,
and unrightfully gives advice
within a bribe.
Though I can't change a fool or a smart Alec,
and I can't take away somebody's boundary issues
like a magic trick.
So I stand my ground,
and my shoulder is cold with ice.
Don't have to be a friend,
no need for me to be nice.
Just need to treat them fair
and always
Avoid
getting into fights.
And those are my rights.
379 · Dec 2014
Retrieve I Will
Luna Casablanca Dec 2014
Though it had to be you to say it to
my eyes
thou not ready for love.
I may have cried then,
I can breathe now.
Knowing my heart was never
broken.
You took so much away from me.
Something no one,
not even you can give back to me.
I stayed with you
how I thought that is what
my heart was calling
for happiness to ****** the guilt of pleasure.
I'll have to get my pride back
due to your behaving of a hypocrite
since we left our love behind.
I'll go forward on my own.
Retrieve my happiness, and freedom.
Even
if you are no longer
a part of
my life.
379 · Oct 2015
Blabbermouth
Luna Casablanca Oct 2015
My mouth just moves.
My words just hurt.
I'll shut up now,
just by being alone and
watching him be happy
are the consequence.
I never
should
have said those things
about you.
Do you know that I said them?
Is that why we did not keep a
friendship?
Every memory of us has now
hit me way too hard.
My heart beats to the speed of
my tears.
I now keep my mouth shut
on behalf of the love
you created
and then
killed.
Two wrongs never make a right.
I made
it
awkward.
377 · Apr 2016
Removal of Credulous
Luna Casablanca Apr 2016
She waited and waited
with her fingers on the window pane
and face of anxiety meeting its match.
There was nothing there to have fear nor
was there drama powerful enough for all
to come to her and let her rule.

She was all too different
she had the face of a model and the
body of an addict.
That is what the magazine article
said.
She would sprint to catch her people,
she wrestled her schedule to find time
for them.
Begging for others to stay and could
never be strong to let go.

This is who she had,
this is what they wanted,
she had no choice but to keep them,
she had to pretend all along.

She stared out the window pane
she got frustrated as she stormed
to the table with coffee pouring and
tea from the kettle.
She poured herself a cup,
and as the drink burned her mouth,
she remembered the pain that felt too
relevant as nobody was there.

They were not who she had,
she lied for so long that she was no
fool.
The fire in her throat was the transparence of
voicemails asking when they could come back.
She put all her time and effort into those who did
not care for her, and never took time to nod at the ones
who actually did.

Years passed,
many were renamed and overlooked,
no wrists were grabbed,
no one was getting on their knees.
She let them do their thing and never took
space for granted.

The tea was gone from the mug,
her throat felt better.
Nobody came,
was the perfect time to smash the mug
in order to see where her days of being credulous
were to end in pieces.

She had tea alone and as she
picked up the pieces on the floor,
every shattered glass thrown away
was like letting go of anyone who
abused, assaulted, or
lied.

She just couldn’t be credulous
anymore.
It was time to tell herself the truth and
believe something other than fantasy.
Though no one was at the party,
it was worth telling the truth in the
end.
Something finally felt right.
Listen to your heart. Don't let others use or fool you. Don't be afraid of moving on. If you are with the wrong people and desperate to find the right ones, it is never too late. Go.
376 · Jan 2015
What to Say
Luna Casablanca Jan 2015
I know you have not a clue
for what to say.
I'm sorry for all the times
I ruined your day.
Being normal is the hardest things
on my agenda.
While surrounded by unfamiliar folks,
I won't pretend to be a.
Fake people into thinking I am a goddess,
but if I don't all what's left is a hot mess.
I can't pretend anymore,
I can't hide in the shadows alone.
You can laugh at me all you want
as my face changes expression while I'm in my
zone.
I grow up
though I'm differently changing.
My mind holds on
but my body is aging.
So don't worry about me.
Move on,
be good to yourself.
I know you are concerned
but I just can't give you thanks
for trying to help.
Treat me how you treat
anyone with a brilliant mind.
I'm not a mess,
I'm just one of a kind.
I'm very hard to find.
Been dying to say these words for years. I love me. If you don't, thats ok, I know now it is not my problem.
Luna Casablanca Jun 2014
Even though we may not
always agree,
your eyes
say you
believe
in me.
375 · Mar 2016
If I Stay
Luna Casablanca Mar 2016
Awaiting for dreams to come true,
and fearing the thoughts of discovery.
So much never heard and not enough
tears to be seen.
“What is this”, is all I can say,
the fray has begun and it’s a war not
asked for but granted.
If one day I am gone still without playing
the song I wrote when I felt blessed and kept
the faith,
I will never hunt you down,
I need to protect you and myself from
potential agony.
There is some now, but lets not make it worse.
I know some of you are children by mind and
cannot bear to say what you need while reaching
your hand.
Some have never been encouraged follow their
dreams and were lead by the bullies who
tormented.
Some go home to hell and come here to
relapse.
When you reach your hand out, someone
will take it and guide you as a sibling and
friend.
Whatever your dream is, go follow it
and lead when you arrive to brighter
horizons.
Home is not always where the heart is
but come back like you are broken but
fine.
Somebody will be there to do so,
and it may be me,
if I stay,
I hope to.
Every friend group goes through a phase of drama that can be a phase of
love again.
375 · May 2016
Light switch
Luna Casablanca May 2016
The more I think about it
and hold a drink in my hand
I sip some more and hope my
drunk eyes will **** the night
over.
It's better than killing
myself.
The desire has been on inside
me like a light switch.
I turn it off but someone
always manages to turn it on
before I reach it.
If I am to reach anything,
it will be my destiny,
the thoughts aren't real, and
depression and mania will have
their matches in the ring.
I may seem like someone new the
next day or minute,
but you can always expect to
see me again the next day
or minute.
The thoughts happen and don't
go anywhere,
but I'm here to stay
only because I
want to in all
honesty.

Bad thoughts-(SWITCH OFF)
Good thoughts-(SWITCH ON)
And see the light that is here on
earth.
It is hard when the thoughts arrive, but know your destiny and don't obey your depression. If you ever think too much of it or want to do it, tell somebody who loves you. We sometimes forget who loves us but there is someone, I promise.
375 · Dec 2015
Wrecking Ball
Luna Casablanca Dec 2015
I will never again be in a mental prison.
Happiness is hard to show but a little speck
is reserved in me.
I never knew I was more than the little troublemaker.
I would scream, pout, cry, and run around aimlessly.
They would point, laugh, and say backstabbing things about me.
I thought at such a young age that I was trapped in a cell where
I could never see the rest of the world I was highly unwelcome.
Without the world or anything to lay eyes on I would never change.
My loved one's bailed me out.
I got the hang of not walking solo.
Down the road we traveled, so empty but so many things to see.
Pushing through every hard day at school,
learning from every awkward interaction,
and later coming back to town like a Wrecking Ball.
I am not the one destroying or destroyed.
I prove and they read my word and my commanding presence.
There are many places I belong,
I am now free.
375 · Jan 2015
Hardly Nothing
Luna Casablanca Jan 2015
It doesn't matter what it really is.
I want to rip off my label,
but it is attached to me on the inside.
Doesn't define any part of me.
I can be brilliant in the rarest ways.
Don't you dare look at me
and say things are so hard for me.
Never will I let you call me different.
I have two ears and one mouth.
Like everyone else, I don't always use them in
proportion.
I am naked under my clothes,
same as the rest of the world.
I can only express what's inside
through my words.
Sometimes it is done for me.
I feel no humiliation for the things I have to work on.
What have you worked on today?
Who do you care about?
Do you see past my label?
The truth about the label is,
it's hardly nothing.
It's not me.
I'm not it.
Tells me what to work on.
What are you working on?
The line "I have two ears and one mouth." Is taken from the quote by S. Grossman, "God gave us two ears and one mouth. Use them in proportion." I had to cite that.
374 · Jan 2016
The Dreamer's Choice
Luna Casablanca Jan 2016
I believe,
to this day,
that everyone walking
by me
in the galleria,
the lakeside,
or the parking
lot
is just
as
confused
as
me.

I trust,
to believe,
that so many of us
are fully exhausted
because
we are trying
to get what
we
want.

Whether the light
burned out in the
spotlight for a show,
or rain is
pouring down
on the new field
on opening day,
at least
we are
here
this is
better
than
gone.

I know,
that some,
even me,
don’t quite know
what we
want.
I think,
we think,
we don’t deserve
our dream.

What if,
that dream,
tells us something
we never question?

The question we
are subliminally
asked spreads
among us
in our heart,
“why are you
doubting
yourself?”

So what,
if you forget
the words to
that song you wrote.
Who cares,
if you strike out your
first time at bat?
Why so bad,
if not crowned
at the beauty pageant?
It’s ok,
if our confidence
seems to overbear
our
skill.
How else do we learn?

How about,
taking the hard
work
and comparing it
to the dream in your
head?
Someday,
they will look the same
and you will smile
the way you do
when you dream.
Keep dreaming to find your place in life.
370 · Sep 2016
Evidently
Luna Casablanca Sep 2016
I know what I did was wrong
I would always
Be there

I just wanted to belong
I know you
Don't even
Care
I just want to belong with people. Why is it so hard?
369 · Sep 2014
Finding Social Life
Luna Casablanca Sep 2014
Rest,
hush,
go find you.
Loneliness is nothing to feel
ashamed of.
You are the first
who must give yourself
love.
Confidence is key,
friendliness is
unlocked.
You'll find yourself leaving a conversation feeling
so proud.
You were one who talked!
It may look easy to them,
but we're all different.
Being alone may feel awkward,
but I think it's confident.
Give yourself time,
and later you'll find,
your difference,
is a gift to the world.
Your circle will come around
and your social life will be founded
and twirled.
Luna Casablanca Oct 2015
Blasting from its peak,
Towering over itself back in its water surface.
Light underneath electricity beckons for a sight.
The sound of the splashing.
How I just need to watch despite disobey.
Speaking from my thoughts,
Mouth moving as my mind is dying.
Memories shared are never accepted.
Just want to bring us all together as this fountain blasting in the dark with a little
Light underneath the waters height.
Is as big
As this drama.
We are farther apart
Than
The peak of the fountain
And the water to
Keep it
Stable.
What I wouldn't do
To bring us back again
And we circle hand in hand.
Lift our hearts up
If we were still
Like a fountain.
No matter how far we are,
My independence grows on its own.
I just sit and fall in love with the light that shines in the water.
I'm thinking
Of how
We used to
Be.
369 · Feb 2016
My Almost
Luna Casablanca Feb 2016
I was pushing down walls,
and pulling shattered glass off
my car.
I drove down a dark road with
no color in the air.
All trees were bare with no leaves
and all bushes were black and dead.
I was so scared there would be no hope
and then I saw you sitting next to me.
There was a bench I had been on to sit
two days before and you joined me.
I didn’t know you,
and I didn’t know you liked me
until you asked,
I froze,
I went back and forth from yes,
to no,
to yes,
to the date,
then I fell in love with you.
You promised,
then changed your mind.
I persisted,
I gave too much,
I got kicked out of your
circle.
Mine will always be open if you
ever decide to come back.
I’m not waiting,
I am just not mad at you.
I never was after I met you.
You were the beautiful thing
that happened when everything and everyone
else turned into something ugly.
Never my love,
but you were
my almost.
Though you are gone along with
them,
I’ll call you my almost,
and I’ll never forget how nervous
you made me.
All those nerves were worth the
lessons.
Even those that don't work out can be good memories and missed.
368 · Jan 2016
Metamorphosis
Luna Casablanca Jan 2016
I was once a wannabe rock star.
My voice is now strained and I finally learned
Guitar.
I was once a drama queen.
I excuse myself too many times and binge eat.
I was once in love,
I now hate thinking of my ex boyfriend.
I was once insecure,
I now feel that way today.
So much changes through metamorphosis.
Caterpillars create cocoons.
My cocoon was my iPod.
Once it breaks, they become beautiful butterflies.
My music lead me to comfort as my favorite song held my hand through hard times.
My heart is the same though my tastes keep narrowing down.
Don't butterflies narrow down their flowers to lay?
368 · Feb 2016
A Part of Your Life
Luna Casablanca Feb 2016
Don't have to be my world,
you can have others higher than me.
Don't have to go out to dinner,
I'm fine with a Netflix movie.
Doesn't have to be Titanic,
I'm fine with Mtv.
We can watch Teen Mom and Real World,
that will never be you and me.
Never did I think I was making strikes.
Nor did I want to be husband and wife.
I'm fine with no love but I want to be friends
with no sharing lies.
I just want to be a part of your life.
I look at this as our destiny,
no one is a prize.
I remember how you looked me in
the eyes.
Not one mean bone in your body and lots of
nerves as high as the skies.
I will always respect you and I'm not giving
too many tries.
But I think we deserve to have each other in our
lives.
Just sitting here with a beer you didn't buy me,
waiting on your
replies.
Come back to me.
366 · Aug 2014
Pushing Through
Luna Casablanca Aug 2014
When the negativity
feels
more like a disease.
When the anxious feeling
grows nasty
like an untaught being.
I'm a wrestler.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a master warrior.
This wooden block
can be chopped.
This chain
is unhooked.
I do
what's unique.
So don't
ever
try to stop me
again.
This is about my anxiety.
How I may have alot of it to deal with,
but NEVER does it stop me
from doing and trying new things.
There's more to life
than just worrying.
363 · Sep 2014
The Fight
Luna Casablanca Sep 2014
So now I must write.
I know I will win the fight.
Punching out emotion
blocking out bad thoughts.
Tell my paranoia to step off.
I am continuing to strive the things I love.
Comedy and poetry is my passion.
Nothing can cause me to start crashing.
I stand up,
never look down.
At anyone who cares
I am not a clown.
So I remove my big red boxing gloves from my tired hands.
I take a breath and lay down in my twin bed at night.
So tired from working all these things out,
I know I am winning this fight.
It can happen, I will make it.
The victory belt will reside in my room
and there be in my sight.
Everything will be
just fine.
It's gonna be alright.
Just gotta win the fight.
1
2
3
Ding!
Here I go
take over the ring.
Nobody against me
is ever going to own me!
Punch!
Bam!
Pow!
The referee hold up my arm.
I won!
So it's all on me now.
I can do this
be a leader.
Influence every fan of mine
whether a fan or
reader.
I'm not just a fighter,
I'm a believer.
363 · Aug 2014
The Comic Hero
Luna Casablanca Aug 2014
Flip through every
friendship
like a Comic Book.

I
will never know
how I
became
the villain.

Did I really
say those things
in my word bubble?

I
try to see past
the dots
on the illustration.
The squares
present the scene
of the day.

The more comics
I collect,
the more chances
I get
at becoming
the Hero.

Believe me,
I'll protect you.
See the Hero
at the end of the
bonus collection.

That's me.
See how I
change.
362 · Feb 2015
Absolutely nothing
Luna Casablanca Feb 2015
It's not easy being out of the picture I stood in with all of you,
But It's easier than trying to fit in the group.
I didn't give up,
I took myself out of misery.
As I look back my pride overrules my anger.
There were so many times we came together,
I remember very little good.
the picture is now a group of skinny girls and young looking men posing so sexually and rudely.
I was the one taking the photos most of the time.
Though I learned when not to persist,
All I have to say to all of you is,
Thanks.
For absolutely nothing.
I can now call my friends friends.
And they are not the backstabbing type,
They are the fun loving type.
361 · Jan 2016
Spotlight Pacifist
Luna Casablanca Jan 2016
They may have turned a moment into their
own big show,
how obnoxious it was as you smash your guitar
and there are pieces of wood all over the floor.
Though you may have been savoring yourself the
past week of how much of a burden you once had
is gone.
See where they are and know where they are from.
Going home may be harder for them than it is for you.
Meeting new people may break them as it gives you a
better life when you welcome them.
As obnoxious and selfish as they can be,
maybe the moment was about them
because they really
needed it.
Giving up the spotlight is probably the best thing
you did all day.
And it wasn’t for you so it’s a great thing you
didn’t fight.
Sometimes letting someone have the spotlight is the best thing to do.
359 · Mar 2016
Take a Hike
Luna Casablanca Mar 2016
I can’t carry you on my back anymore.

I don’t see why you sleep on my couch when you want
to leave so badly you could cry.

I never understood why I became your burden of hell.

I see no reason for you to feel bad.

Just build some self-esteem,

walk in the woods,

pack a granola bar and water,

and look back at your tracks.

I may not be with you but I know it’s what you
want and cannot have.

It’s your life,
and I am not the one who takes things
away from you.

You let it be no part of you and you strip it from
me.

Take a hike,
smell the air,
get mud on your shoes,
and track it all over the floor
of your own home.
357 · May 2016
Never Coming Back
Luna Casablanca May 2016
Expect to see me as I
pass by on the block.
Know I am ok when I
am alone at a table.
Spend no time waiting for me
in a chair facing away from the
desk,
I am never coming back.
Change not a thing and be
nobody new.

It’s just too little too late
very soon and frantically
grasping.
It took such little time
to be distant and receive
a smile,
hello,
how are you?,
how have you been?
Friendliness had to wait
and come once I was
gone.

But truthfully,
I’m still here,
and I see you there.
I walk this same block
for the same reason
you do.
It is the fastest way
home for both of us,
though my home is
occupied by just
me.
Come over anytime
when you are not busy
together.
Took til I was gone to see
they cared
and might still.
356 · Dec 2015
Times Square Glory
Luna Casablanca Dec 2015
Prettiest lights and the
realest folks
all gather on the streets of
Times Square.
All that is expected is to enjoy the
signs,
the music playing,
stores and their windows with
dresses and mannequins,
and the lights flashing everywhere
creating the brightest
scene.
All that is expected is to
let yourself free.
Adapt to the lights that
flash
observe the signs of
artists on their way
put a penny in the guitarists
case
take in the audio of
real people
everywhere.
We would be lost in life
without the fitting in of
a little
shenanigans.
I just want
to be there
again.
356 · Jan 2016
Never Too Late
Luna Casablanca Jan 2016
I have turned into living icicles as boys batted their eyes to bring me under their
coconut tree.
I couldn't stand the way I had to live so how could I live and be a secure streetlight turning on at night?
I knew I wanted it after I chopped them out of my head to let better thinking grow.
All that sprouted was the thought of them in my arms and all that bloomed was me alone with no one in the end.
I think of this one man who asked me to share a beverage of ground beans with cream and sugar.
I froze and said maybe,
Then yes,
And after coffee,
I felt like the princess of the jungle knowing nothing would attack me I was perfect for him.
Things did not work out,
and I tried to bring him back but I only lost more of his taste in me.
I look back now and I know that he started the fire, but he doesn't have to keep it burning.
He has a life as well as me.
I'll never try again to keep it burning though it is never too late for a new fire to begin.
There's plenty of wood and rocks to light the fire.
It may not be him who gathers or hunts and he may never have love growing in his heart for me.
It's still not too late,
and naturally, I'm now more at ease with me and myself and that being all I sleep with in the beautiful sunset.
There does happen to be more space and more time til I decide to awaken and later find someone better,
and it's never too late to find anyone anytime.
355 · Feb 2015
Beautiful I Say
Luna Casablanca Feb 2015
As I walk in a brave, lonesome
pattern,
two devils stare right at my
noticeable presence.
Both look,
they laugh,
smiling as if to burst into
rude, giggling pleasure.
I am gone,
moving on like a bird.
At the destination
I am questioned by a known soul.
She asks, "What happened?"
"Do you have allergies?"
I shrug, and just say
as honest as I can,
"I broke out.
It's something I do."
My face is not clear,
but my head is of all who look
and feel disgusted with my acne.
Beauty Queens should have no
obligation for lack of weight,
long hair,
and clear skin.
I don't have clear skin.
I am broken out and beautiful as can be.
This surface covers none of my
bravery, compassion, and dignity.
You don't have to call me beautiful.
I already do that.
The devils rudely stare and laugh.
The stranger  cares and wonders.
I carry persistence and strength.
I know I am beautiful.
I am in no hurry for anything to clear up.
Nor the sky,
nor my face.
I hide none of my beauty.
People are staring at my breakouts. Heck, I do not care I know I am beautiful.
353 · Aug 2014
The Past
Luna Casablanca Aug 2014
It may be in the past,
Doesn't mean I'm not scared.
Could now be behind me,
Though anything could
Be put in front of me.

I try to let go.
I cannot forget.
My heart is pounding out of
My chest.
My body trembles and shakes
Like a loud maraca.

Will they come find me?
Do they remember what I do?
Will it get worse?

I know it's over,
But what are my consequences?
Lobotomy?
Death?

Stop it.
I'm fine.
Like everyone else,
I'm over it.
And now and forever,
It is in,
The past.
353 · Nov 2015
Where the Heart Really Is
Luna Casablanca Nov 2015
This is where I am,
This is the floor I walk on.
Whether shoes are on me or barefoot,
I **** it up and keep myself in here.
I walk where there are little birds
Flying by me.
Ignored I am
Alone I don’t always care that I am
And limited to how I live.
Luxury is never overrated until
You are removed from where you want to be.
Never even held my own key.
Someone who hasn’t learned in life as much as me
Will be sitting on a throne with a view outside.
I see nothing and no hope when I get to where I am.
This is who I am,
This is the person I became.
I started the jeep and put my problems in the passenger seat
While I drive myself to freedom.
I will never mind the traffic in the city with starry skies and beaming
Lights.
Beautiful colors of orange, red, green, white, and purple, couldn’t ask for anything more,
And the moon in the sky is to heal our trauma that has ever happened
On the worst night of our life.
There is always something out there to see,
Oh wait, I was talking about me.
I have a heart and it doesn’t necessarily reside at my home.
Home is where someone’s heart is but definitely not for me.
If there weren’t an outside world where I pick to wander,
How would my heart ever grow?
I learn to accept and to be strong.
Those who can’t accept my differences or me help my strength
Believe it
Or
Not.
I wear a big smile,
I say my hello and goodbye.
I walk alone with my shadow that shows how beautiful I look.
I get home,
I already have my heart with me.
I’ll need it,
For the next
Argument.
The saying Home is Where the Heart is is disagreed by many.
353 · Oct 2016
Humans We are Only
Luna Casablanca Oct 2016
I know I can’t always rely on the warmth of your hug
by your arms simply locking me away from
stress.
I know we can’t get younger and are on different
levels of occupation.
I know my anxiety drives me crazy and I fear
it does to you.
You say it doesn’t but just wait for the day
you drive so fast in your car
and break every speed limit
to catch me before I
fall.

I don’t know where I will be working
and how much I’ll be getting paid
I don’t know what your next step will be
in terms of getting your
degree.
I don’t know if we’ll have to break the ties
and a break will be needed so we can
focus.

These are just nerves and thoughts.
We dealt with our own trauma and stress,
and became honest people.
I’m a survivor, and you’re a strengthener.
I get scared, and you get serious.
I cry, and so do you.
I’ve fought before, and you fought hard.
I became this, and you became that.
I’m a woman, and you’re a man.
I’m worried, and you’re relaxed.
I’m always anxious, and you’re always positive.

We helped each other grow, and we
stroke each others foreheads with our fingers
as we discuss what went wrong before in our
lives before we became this beautiful
couple.
Who knows where the future will
take us when we have to search for
different things.
We are two,
but different people.
We learned from each other how
to love,
but we’re not perfect,
and I like it that way.
We’re only human.
Even if we are in love, we still have to do our own thing sometimes and focus on priorities.
349 · Feb 2016
It's Because You're a Girl
Luna Casablanca Feb 2016
I run on the other side of the street.
I cover my chest with my one bare hand and
the other holding a purse.
It is snatchable,
and so am I.
They tell  me
“It’s because you’re a girl.”

And when I arrive,
all eyes are on me.
They say to just
stay in the corner and
leave the boys alone.
“Why?” I ask.
They look at each other and
take a breath.
They reply,
“You don’t want to get hurt. Let them have
space.”
“What is the reason?” I demand.
“It’s because you’re a girl.”

As the party goes on,
hard drinks are the source of
emotion and heart-attack fear.
I am asked to dance.
I can barely smell him I only see
a prince in him.
The dance we do
is ****** and I am
exposed by my
*******.
As I push him and the music stops,
I wrap my scarf around
and though embarrassed and
flawed,
“It’s because, you’re a girl.”
Is what the host says.

Shame on me for going alone.
Shame on the boy for his boarish
behavior and grabbing my
*******.
He only makes his own kind look
bad.
Shame on the adults for not teaching
self control instead
shaming us girls for our
****** embracement!

I am not candy and
never was.
You do not have power
and never will.
At one point you did,
but those days are gone.
Will there ever be a day a woman
can survive going to a party alone?

Forget genitalia,
remember the respect we
are taught so young.
Though when we are young,
there is segregation.
I remember being eight,
I needed friends and I needed
a buddy.

I saw a boy who looked like he
wouldn’t hurt me.
I did nothing and he said
he hated me.
I asked “why” with tears in my eyes.
Confidently he replied,
“It’s because you’re a girl.”
And I spent the next half hour
in the time out chair.
This is what happens when we humans
confuse attitude for
sexism
I take no blame.
And don’t you either.
Most sexism is on girls. I as a feminist promote ending it.
347 · May 2015
Wasted River
Luna Casablanca May 2015
The pool residing in the rear yard of my home,
gorgeous blue eye color in the polar solvent elements.
You would expect it to flood the grass and concrete around it
as adolescents jump in and came out dripping wet.
They didn't.
It didn't.
For years my clueless mind couldn't tell my senses to reach out.
All I needed was a group to trust, not just a phone with only numbers.
The pool in the rear yard had lonely circles after one person jumped in.
Me.
I would come out dripping wet and barely even flood the cement deck.
There I would sit on a patio chair and talk to myself and ignore my imaginary friends.
I had it to myself but never wanted it to be that way.
The pool was nothing but my own wasted river.
346 · Nov 2014
The Sound of Belief
Luna Casablanca Nov 2014
Quiet is all I need.
Desiring silence as the critics improvise
their own violins.
The philosophers tune their cello's.
The writers prepare the songs.
All the song says is the truth of where I stand in life.
Praying I'll be ok tomorrow.
How I stand in front of the cold audience
whom have the obligation of peaceful listening.
Many who choose to not open their ears to another sound
will only be alone playing their guitars.
I want the audience to be silent for me.
Learning as they whisper bewildered and stunned.
There are no strings attached.
How the sound of one's insecurity dysfunctions another's quality tune.
Know we are to hear but don't have to do a cover.
Instrumental choice,
one's vision and dream.
Hear me sing,
then tune your cello's, guitars, and violins.
We'll take a chance on our stances in life.
Hear each other and play together.
For in the slightest way,
our beliefs,
are different,
though the sound,
can blend.
344 · Dec 2015
The Controlling One
Luna Casablanca Dec 2015
Some won't live a lie,
then they won't say what
makes them not willing
To learn.
Living in a glass house
and throwing stones
hippocracy is the way
For some to let go and
Never be pushed around
Again.
Why would you
Look at one the way
The one looked at you?
Speak down to one
Just so they can see the
Superhero in your eyes.
You love to hear yourself talk
you smirk while you listen.
You're not listening at all.
So the controlling one,
You prove your frustration
And desperate need.
The more you force,
The less you're respected
And loved.
How will you ever learn
What is important in
Life?
Those who don't learn end up manipulating and losing more.
343 · Dec 2015
Profanity
Luna Casablanca Dec 2015
I was told at a young age
that men hate profanity when used
by women.
It is unattractive,
and they can swear all they want because
they are guys.
I was told at a young age
to sit in the corner for saying
‘Hell’.
What the ****?
I was told at an older age
that it is offensive.
Profanity is offensive
when we are not using
it.
When we use it,
we feel better.
When we don’t use it,
we feel threatened.
Threatening is just
warning one to stop when
we know they won’t.
Walking down the street
on my way to the agora,
strangers tell strangers
to watch the language.
Profanity will either
please the crowd or
destroy a beautiful
situation.
Sorry,
I didn’t see the kids before I dropped something with
an F.
Not trying to teach them wrong
but I don’t want to learn from those
who try and threaten me.
Competing
over the role of the
wise one.
Lets just not say
anything.
it is there and used by all.
342 · Apr 2015
The Bigger Person
Luna Casablanca Apr 2015
I notice how hard you've been trying to be better than me.
You glare at me and smile when you're with a man.
You snake eye me when I'm walking by.
I left you for a reason.
Protection is first, your man is second.
If you want to hear me shout out my jealousy for you having a man while I don't.
There is no
jealousy.
See how I'm the one in
control?
This girl tries to make me jealous. It doesn't work on me.
Luna Casablanca Apr 2016
Part of it was security higher than a mountain,
some of it was trust larger than a desert.
It was natural no matter how scary to see,
and vulnerable no matter how much you laughed
and I sat humiliated.
I said I could do it, it took a crowd to say I couldn’t
after I fell and broke something.
Doesn’t matter what can and can’t be fixed.
It is over,
but I trusted whoever was there
when I made the greatest mistakes
ever.
339 · Jan 2016
Unplugged
Luna Casablanca Jan 2016
Where have you been?
I lie on the concrete
with my telephone beside
my stretched right arm
waiting for a ring.

I wait and wait
I later kneel and pray
that God will be forgiving
of this decision that isn't
really mine.

Walk into a wildfire and
let it burn me to
ashes.
Stand in the middle of
the rotary and jump in
at the perfect second.
Walk to the top of the
biggest skyscraper and
jump.

Where have you been?
What if I actually did that?
Even if you don't want me
anymore wouldn't you
want to know if I
were really
Gone?

How am I supposed to know
if not one of you gives me a call?
I look at the phone on the mini table.
It's not
plugged
in.

Thanks for
unplugging me from
the crew.
Don't worry,
I have many outlets.
This poem being
one.
338 · Jan 2016
The Question
Luna Casablanca Jan 2016
I knew everything when I was seventeen.
Every answer I would think of and every
topic I made up when it was something I never
heard of in my life.
My life,
I thought,
was on everyone else’s mind.
I told what I had suffered and been through
up to that point.

I’m twenty, and I now realize I can’t predict
the future.
I thought I went through enough when I was seventeen
and turns out at that age I was still dealing with
enough baggage.
My life,
is something,
I am told to not talk about,
nor your problems,
or yourself.

Everyone matters,
so acknowledge it.
We may never sit in this circle
again.
As we disperse,
move on with the memory of the
laughter and topic.
Learn from what
you don’t know.

To the parent who doesn’t know how to
put together a child’s birthday party.
For the teenage boy who lies and says he doesn’t
cry.
This is for the girl who learns the hard way
to not play dumb.
To the middle school teacher who’s heart is pounding before
their next class.
For the control freak who has absolutely nothing better to do.

Get a life,
but get the thought that you are
the top of everything out of your head.
Grow, learn, and
question.
Never be afraid to question things.
Learning is better than knowing everything.
Because you don't know everything. ;)
337 · Jun 2018
Ignorance Acrostic
Luna Casablanca Jun 2018
Intelligence by comfort and limitations
Gradually putting down those who have interest in what they don’t share
Never going out of their way to learn something new
Obedient to their own views
Ridding of current and new information
Acting as if they are right when they are so wrong
Need to be better informed
Creating barriers and unnecessary boundaries
Educated minimally
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