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Moon Wright Oct 2020
I know you don't
there's no possible way
with your actions against me
and the things you say

The way you talk to me
and the way about
your dislike hits me right in the heart
and the love goes around

You may try
to be nice to my face
but when you think I'm not near
it's a different case

Other times
you don't even care
you start to talk trash about me
as though I'm not there

All the pain I feel
and the emotions you provoke
it's no wonder
that my heart is always broke

So there's only one truth
as far as the eye can see
and that is
you don't love me
To the person who claims to love  me but does not
  Mar 2020 Moon Wright
Nigel Finn
These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.

These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong
Recently I was asked to write and perform a hand-binding wedding ceremony for two of the loveliest people I know while I was dressed as a dragon. It's definitely one of the best things I've ever done, and I doubt I'll ever do anything like it again! This is the poem I wrote for the special moment.
  Mar 2020 Moon Wright
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
  Mar 2020 Moon Wright
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly



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                  ­        a


                         ­ l

            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.
  Mar 2020 Moon Wright
Justyn Huang
Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.
  Mar 2020 Moon Wright
“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
  Mar 2020 Moon Wright
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
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