My Lunar Musings - Hello Poetry

Mar 2019

FreeMind

I allow the darkness to fill my heart
Finally suffused with mystical energy.

I beam with joy,
As a wide smile spreads across my pale face.

I am charged with warmth,
Reflecting the sweet moonlight on my skin.

-FreeMind

February 27, 2019
#77
Kisses

#poem #moon #sun #life #death #love #time

Feb 2019

Latiaaa

Walk on the Moon

For I...
For I can't tell whether I'm high or not.
So I walk on the moon to match how I'm feeling.

Feb 2019

Latiaaa

How Do You Describe Love?

It's hard to stay employed in that position.
Sometimes you quit.
Sometimes you get fired.
Business isn't always booming.
This one guy I met, reintroduced me into that job.
It was like I was connected again. What it felt to be light again.
Every now and then I think about him.
It was magical; like stepping onto wet grass.
Feels different.
Get knots in your stomach and chilled with goosebumps.
It makes you bite your lip.
He tested me,
quizzed me,
studied me,
questioned me,
when he'd hear my voice over the phone, he was inquiring.
To find someone who connected with you but couldn't keep the job, hurts.

Nov 2018

Latiaaa

Thank You

RJ,
thank you for teaching me that the love was very young.
I know you go by Robert now, my bad.
We didn't know what we were doing,
but you were so sweet to me I thought it was love.
I realized we're better as friends,
that bond never broke and I thank you for that.

Kuma,
thank you for making me realize that age does and doesn't matter.
I was so naïve,
so immature.
We were on two different scopes of the world.
I grew up quick with you though,
you matured me enough to know I had to leave.

Taee,
thank you for being fun with me.
I know I was never fully emotionally there,
so I thank you for doing what you did and only staying for that time.
It showed me we were better as friends,
from afar.
I have no bad blood towards you.

Bronte,
thank you for giving me the knowledge of a relationship.
Teaching me that stubbornness gets me nowhere.
I fell in love with you as well,
which broke me even more.
So I thank you for leaving so I can know my self worth and that I really do not need to keep you around in order to be happy.

Jacek,
thank you for the being the sunshine after the rain.
I needed it.
Knowing I was hurt,
you came around and gave me the freedom I needed.
We were never an item,
but you helped me realize I didn't need to be an item to have fun.

Allyn,
thank you for showing me there's chill people in this world I can vibe with.
Even though we were short-lived,
I thank you for being the old soul I could kick it with.
You left,
but that gave me hope that there's someone like me out there with an old soul.
I am not mad at you anymore, I took heed in this.

Nov 2018

Latiaaa

What A Nice Day For Goodbye

You pushed me away like I was drug you had to wean yourself off of

Nov 2018

Latiaaa

If I Knew

If I knew that was the last time I'd see you again, I would've held you in my arms longer.
I would've told you what I thought of you.
"I like the way you lick your lips and laugh as you look away"
"I like the texture of your hair"
I would've admired you a bit longer,
Held your hand tighter; hoping you wouldn't let go.
I would've asked you more questions.
"What do you think of...this ?"
"Where do you feel like you're headed?"
I would've kissed you longer.
Just a bit longer.
I should've played more music, talked a bit longer.
Who knew our time together would cut this short.
God put you in my life for a short period of time to show me there's still hope.
There's people like you out there.
I barely knew you,
But felt you on a level that could've grown to beyond the unknown.
If only I could've felt your warm face against my hand just one more time.
Just one more time...

Nov 2018

Latiaaa

Once I was 19 years old

I groaned and cried till he looked upl at me
Why are you crying?
You've wounded me...
Wounded you? How?
With your words,
You cut me like a knife not only shattering
My every thought of you
But gouging me with evil.
You hurt me.

Jun 2018

Latiaaa

Start Over

He can start over with someone else,
but it won’t be the same because she will buy him food expecting him to eat it,
not knowing that he doesn’t like being spoiled.
She won’t appreciate the way he jumps in his sleep,
she will just think it’s odd.
She won’t think his cleft chin is adorable.
She won’t know he hates it himself.
She’ll feel many tiny scars on his back and think “Oh my god that’s gross,”
but I think it’s perfectly human.
She’ll notice that he wears the same Krispy Kream gray sweater over and over and probably pick on him for it,
but I loved it.
I love the background history on it.
I don’t want her to hear his god awful bad singing imitation,
or get to experience his white people music playlist and hear him jam to it.
I don’t want her seeing him when he wakes up when he’s all bright eyed and bushy tailed.
She won’t know where the scars on his knees and legs came from or why he hates Gyros.
I don’t want her to notice the way he stares at you when you don’t even know he’s doing it.
I don’t want her eating food naked with him in the dark after a long session of love making.
She won’t know why he loves James Bond and Indiana Jones movies so much.
She’ll probably go insane not understanding that he has bad trust issues and that you should take time with him and be patient,
he’ll trust eventually.
I don’t want her knowing his deepest darkest secrets or why he doesn’t wear bowties anymore. Why he’s obsessed with Illuminati or why he can’t grow a lot of ****** hair.
If you don’t love his widows peak or his long eyelashes,
let him go.
I know he messed up and didn’t know how to treat me sometimes,
but I can’t see him move on and let someone read him the way I did.
I can’t let anyone know him the way I do.