Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
LUNA Aug 2018
When the anxiety hits my deepest bones I’m breathless on my bed. Incredible how physical and emotional mix up on the moments we most wish it to be severally apart. The pressure on my chest, comprimes my lungs, like hands chocking me. I repeat to myself all the smart quotes we have been told our entirely lives, “things are gonna be ok, someday”. Someday seems so far and the way feels so lonely. I want to disappear as much as I wanted to be hugged right now. A soft and warm hug to remind me that there is some reason to be alive for.
LUNA Oct 2018
The scent of green grass
After a summer pouring rain day
The smell of wet sand and a wooden path to the beach
Chocolate cake with a m&m’s rainbow
(Also one in the sky)
The ice cream with my happy smile
Riding my little bycicle on my little city
But feeling so big
My mom’s hug and my dad’s joy
Gathering together around the dinner table
Stars above us, even brighter than usual
How i miss something i once had
LUNA Aug 2018
We don’t even know what time is. Why are we alive. What is after life. If there is an end. Even so we spend our day locked in school, doing shopping and reading gossip magazines. I don’t know what is the purpose of life. I just know that being alive on a sick world is ******* exhausted.
LUNA Jul 2018
So i wanna die. I want to do it now, and i dont want it to be painful. Im crying cause i didnt wanna say goodbye to you. You are the only good thing that ever happened to me. Im sitting on my bed wondering how sharped a knife has to be to penetrate my chest and take my pain away. I dont have any more pill or i would throw it all inside of me and pray for it to work. The tears are painful and im feeling the pressure on my lungs. Claiming for death. I hope that in the middle of the night, with the silence from the streets, I will be brave enough to finish it.
LUNA Oct 2018
I am tired of feeling that my dreams are hidden somewhere so far from me and my soul is too demaged to seek for it
LUNA Apr 2018
Once a poet said that dying for love was the right way to die;
After having my heart broken apart
I assume that he was right
I'm gonna die of cancer
for all the cigarettes I smoked with you
Or
for the radiation for keeping my cellphone so tight to my body waiting you to call
LUNA Apr 2018
you snob you
i hate u
i wanna go back to the day we met and say NO

i dont want see you coming from that dark street
with those lighty eyes i would later die for

i dont want you gently asking if i had feelings for you
and i saying yes...

i dont want you saying "i think im in love with you" and i saying "im completely in love with you"

i wanna go back to the day the first flame set inside my heart and i wanna scream NO
GET OUT

i dont want still thinking and wishing your lips on mine
knowing it is not gonna happen again
because evey night i go to bed i imagine us doing what we did
and what we didnt

on that small room i took my skirt off
on my thoughts im taking even more
im completely naked
STOPPP
im not gonna keep daydreaming

i hate you cause i love every single piece of you
and even after all
i would be here forever with my open mouth just waiting for you

forget about me trying to forget you
cause im gonna die if i try to
you are an important
huge
and necessary part of me

and i like you
your presence
your look
your touch
your breath
your sleepy face
and your dizzy eyes when you are drunk

so, im not going away
and please, stay.
ALL MY HEART
LUNA Apr 2018
When you are around
my happiness goes like a spaceship going to heaven on light speed

Without you
I feel like crap
dying
miserable

I used to be as the sun
always shinning
Now I'm the moon
hidding my feelings and waiting for you
LUNA Jul 2018
Why does that girl come here so often with those sad eyes? She passes by and stares deep into the café, always seeking for something. She does not seem like be looking for someone, it is more like she is looking for herself reflected on the glass. I am so sorry for her, she is not gonna find anything more than some broken pieces of her old self.
LUNA Oct 2018
How long are you gonna fake your emotions
Careless
You are a stone
When your coldness hit me I am gonna freeze
How dark you are
You touched me with warm hands and left me without breathing

You are a killer
LUNA Mar 2018
i dont know if it is because your 
too white skin
too skinny neck
too long hair or
too deep soul

but

i feel you too much
i need you too much 
i want you too much

i dream too much about us
i dream too much about all my feelings,
the feelings you may have...
and i dont even know

everything is too much for me
i am afraid, that after all, i’m still here having nothing
not even your kisses
how can i survive without your lips on mine?
tell me how
because i am dying inside
i die everyday waiting your text asking me to go out and have some coffee

i miss the fact that i dont even know how is your funny face of getting to much soda while you laugh or when you listen to your favorite song 
or your favorite movie

i know your address
i know where my love is
but i cant go
do you see how it's ******* hard? 
i am just trying to fix what you have already ****** up

i’m still here, you have my number
you know the color of my eyes
please
think about it
dont you want me staring at you in the morning? 
just think about me 
and look up here
i wont be here forever
but i promise that i will try harder and stay here for a while
i love you
LUNA Jul 2018
A companhia que como metanfetamina me vicia. A falta que como a mais dura crise de abstinência suga tudo aquilo que já tive e tudo aquilo que jamais terei.
LUNA Jul 2018
a descontinuidade de sentimentos é o sentimento mais contínuo que me ocorre
LUNA May 2018
I was alone in my room
All my walls were falling apart
Like I was doing something wrong
And the universe was trying to punish me

The only light was the cellphone on my face
I could also look at the stars
Pretty and dark sky
Exactly like you
Somehow
You make me feel the other me
The one I thought would never awake
A few hours and I am lost on my mind
Picturing time with you
A softly kiss
Your hands

I hold myself I hold myself I hold myself

Ok
You are not here
****
I close my legs
Hold my pillow
And go to sleep
In the end
The walls were not falling apart
I was falling for you
LUNA Aug 2018
What if I die
What if we all die
The world would be better without all the misery of the human spirit
All the fake words spit out of heartless mouths would be barred with our not anything more than carbon body
Daily dealing with existence is a pain in the ***
So much that I often think about purposing a global suicide pact
At noon we would all jump from buildings, bridges and cliffs
Cut our throat and hang ourselves
So beautiful
Our blood would make life grow
And there wouldn’t be a single soul to destroy it after
LUNA May 2018
what is better than watching videos of your childhood to realize how much you have been growing? when i was 4, living on my old house on the countryside, dad introduced me to animals, plants, geography and all the secrets of the  space. when i was 5, i remember jumping on his feet so i would move together with him. i would cut my hair by myself and drive my mom crazy. i wanted to be everything; i would go to the space and explore the galaxy, i would go on expeditions to find new plants and photograph animals, i just felt nothing would ever stop me. and i am still glad, for the best dad in the world, inspiring me and giving me humanity. now he is so afraid, i am not his little child anymore and the world, that once was all mine and ready for my dreams, seems dark and seeking to hurt every piece of my body, soul and mind.
LUNA Apr 2018
I fell for you looking into your eyes. I was not wrong. Falling for you was not a mistake. It is painful, but not wrong. Wrong was to expect that looking into mine you would fall too.
LUNA May 2018
todos aqueles que escreveram as músicas que eu amo estão mortos. enterrados sobre grama e concreto em diferentes partes do mundo. os artistas que pintaram as telas que me alegram dentro e fora dos museus também. já não há mais fotógrafos do the post espalhados pela cidade que captariam uma foto do nosso beijo na times square. no fim, cabe a mim escrever e representar a arte dessa jornada
LUNA Apr 2018
You.
The one who wrote me a poem
The one that makes me shake
The one for me
The one my sunflowers are for
The one I put my headphones as loud as I can dyring love songs
The one with the most beautiful eyes
Your eyes...
I could stare at your eyes for my whole life and never get bored
I would count the different tons of blue and one life wouldn't be enough
Unfortunatelly, life has an end
We are gonna die just like everyone else we love and the most beautiful flowers
But, it is time to live extraordinarily
We have to enjoy our time on Earth, enjoy our youth
Drink cheap wine, go out, download old french movies
Spend the night doing whatever but not sleeping
Listenin to music, dancing, dancing a lot! alone in the room or in a club with a bunch of people we will never know
Most people decide not to live miserably
But I chose to live extraodinarily and that means living with you

— The End —