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Nov 2016 · 645
You Say That You Love...
AnnSura Moon Nov 2016
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows.

This is why I am afraid;
You say that you love me too.
Nov 2016 · 1.7k
At Ease
AnnSura Moon Nov 2016
For the first time in many months I wasn't afraid to admit that I walk this world alone...
And it felt great to be finally at ease with myself.
Nov 2016 · 850
12 am
AnnSura Moon Nov 2016
it's times like these
I wish
I was silently
wrapped around
you. . .
Nov 2015 · 624
When Love Begins
AnnSura Moon Nov 2015
I always knew that love would come find me someday
but never did I know that it would be you who was headed my way
you caught me off guard and took me by surprise
but you simply captivated me, the same way you do when I look into your eyes

It's true that every good and perfect gift is from above
you were presented to me as a beautifully packaged gift full of humour, talent, intelligence, beauty and love
"it isn't finding the perfect person but learning to see an imperfect person perfectly"
we all have our flaws but when I view you through my eyes, perfection is all I see

From when you laugh to when you're upset, I still love the little things you do
especially hearing you laugh and seeing your nose wrinkle the same way mine does too
coming into this relationship has been hard at times but we've made it through
I know as long as we're on this journey together, there's nothing that we can't do.

Sometimes I wonder if what we have is too good to be true
too scared to get my heart broken and scared of the thought of losing you
but in the end, I trust in the author and perfected of what I believe
because what we ask for in Him, we in return shall receive

"Where your treasure is, your heart will be also" is how the saying goes
I may not know what tomorrow may bring, for God is the only one who knows
the one thing I do know is that you are my one and only
a treasure in my heart that I want to devote my whole life to completely

I know I don't need to prove my feelings to know they're true
because what I've known in my past, doesn't come close to the experience I've shared with you
I've had the experience of being in relationships before
however, this is the first time I've been truly happy... I couldn't ask for anything more
it's an honour to know that I am yours, as you are mine
and I trust God that He'll bring us together in His beautiful time

For now, I'll be waiting patiently for that day when we'll be together
that precious moment in time when I'll say, "it's you that I want to be with forever"
God made everything beautiful, precious and new
just as beautiful and precious as the day will be, when I look into your eyes and say, "I Love You"
Oct 2015 · 631
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
Dark and cold
New and old
There is no light,
And the bugs tend to bight.
We are not fun,
We hide from the sun.
We stalk the night,
Sending out fright.
From nine to five,
We dine on people’s lives.
Do not run, you cannot hide,
From our fast and powerful stride.
The flow of red,
Drips from the bed.
We can’t help but taste,
Using all our hast.
A wonderful smell,
That brought us from hell.
A bed and a box,
Without any locks.
The box is sealed,
Take a guess at what’s concealed
Is what shining real?
Oct 2015 · 4.7k
Vampire vs Werewolf
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
Snarling, fangs shining, moonlight illuminating ferocious beasts,
limbs tangling, separating, lunging, caught within deadly battle.
Scarlet streams trickle from trees gouged like the bellies of their prey,
canine fiends bare their teeth, their growls like black thunder,
facing these soulless demons smeared with the blood of many.
Bodies drop with screams still rattling inside their rib cages,
demons devouring with rage that can never be quenched,
their hearts ripped from their chests, veins slit,
arteries torn mercilessly out of still warm flesh.
Creatures created from pure insanity that breed nothing but anger,
fear and despair, children's corpses torn apart, their skulls shattered.
Snapping of jaws still slimed with internal juices,
bits of raw flesh clinging to hair that shimmers under the blood red moon.
Hissing from the shadows, knotted into frenzied war,
animated corpses beside twisted bodies of wolves,
wounds gushing ruby tears, still pulsing organs shredded.
Flames rush from overturned fires,
shrieking forms, torches wavering through darkness.
Pale beings gather for the finale,
blood spatters across ground, staining everything within it's reach.
Only two are left, facing each other in the coming dawn.
Heaps of creatures litter this burned, bloodied ground, none alive.
Oct 2015 · 721
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
The playground of the tragedy and comedy echoes through the mind of the preternatural ones,
bound for time to certain roles and certain lies
but Devil or Angel which ?
And the mask goes deeper.
The storm comes with her starving glory.
And neither man nor creature shall know the difference of the dark and the light,
the crimson in our frail reflection, takes us all but who will wear the mask ?
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
The Loudest Shadow
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
It begins as a noise in the background
keeping steady beat as it makes its round
it can be found at any time of day
it's so simple, just push play

It creates a story for everyone's life
as if it understands your struggles and strife
it's impossible to stop, it's purpose will be served
as if not to judge on whether or not you deserve
to feel absorbed in something bigger than yourself
where there is nobody to ever ring the bell

Of complete reality and worry filled days
when life gets too real there's something that says
I'll be with you through the HAPPY and SAD
the really GREAT days and even the BAD

It lingers as if ready at any possible time
to lift you off your feet and begin to fly
away from all the grief, sorrow and pain
to tell your mind that it's free again

No judging or casting a nasty glare
nope, just to let you know that it's always there
as the shoulder to cry on when no one else cares
and casts you alone to face all of your scares

It will give you a feeling that no one else can
and open your eyes to the ever growing span
of opportunity and dare and even the strength
to end it all or just shoot blanks

It tends to all of our daily needs
not for us but with us so we really can see
the magic of you when in a crowd
nothing else will sound as loud

As the beats, bells, and whistles that are in your head
revealing to you a new path to tread
for you will follow no one your path will be your own
because your are lead by something that can't be owned

To be there for whenever you desire
is its one purpose, to light your fire
it can't be stopped if the will is steady
it can be unleashed, it's always ready

To light up your day or slow down the time
to yell at the world, or even to cry
to help you with whatever you may need
or just to be there for whenever you please

It will live until the end of time
serving its purpose, to let its light shine
remember family, friends and even pets
but most of all music never forget
Oct 2015 · 1.0k
The Mask
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
I’m great, fine, spectacular
In a way I relish every night and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home,
And almost impossible task,
Is finally over,
And so I lie down and wait patiently for the day
That I die.
I cry, I scream, I bowl and sleep,
Even though I have promises to keep
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more
And I ache and burn from my every core.
Then, I’m not alone and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all the tears.
As I am a happy person,
Cheerful all the day
A world full of rainbows,
Not one shade of grey
Of course I’m not okay
I’m not fine
No matter how much I seem to shine
                           I don’t even know why I feel this                          
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip
And end with a knife.
But, I’m still here
No matter what my dreams may say
And I hope that one day
I will actually be okay.
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
Teardrops of Ice
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
I stare at my face in the mirror
Yet I cannot see the lies
Or the pain within my heart
Blinded by memories of the past
I gaze into the void of nothingness
Hidden within these deep brown eyes of mine
Staring back at me from this reflection
My hatred is gone
All that’s left is emptiness and sorrow
Now flowing through my veins
Poisoning my mind
Teardrops of ice are blurring my reflection
Drowning it in silent grief
Lost behind the lies
Never to return
Can’t you hear my cries?
My soul was left to burn
I’m falling through the mirror
To a world beyond
I open my window
Welcoming the cold, moonlit night
I reach for the pale reflection of the sun
It’s taking me forth on a journey
A journey to the world of twilight
Nightfall take my hand
Guide me away to the stars
I fall into oblivion  
Frozen tears are in my eyes
As I now close them to dream away
Slowly drifting forth
Into the shadows
Oct 2015 · 788
Screams Drag Me Under
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
This can't be real
This pain I feel
I'm in a dark cave
All alone never to be saved

Won't somebody find me?
Open my eyes, let me see
Bring me back into the light
Into happiness and what's right

I hide myself under a pile of lies
So no one sees the secrets behind these immortal eyes

No one understands and they never will
Why my life is like a big long bill
I have to pay the price of living
It's myself that I am giving

Depression is what drags me under
Why can't they hear my screams I wonder
I'm screaming to you
Please help me through

There has to me more than this
Somewhere out there, there must be bliss
But until I find it I am here
In this pool of unforgiving tears.
Oct 2015 · 421
AnnSura Moon Oct 2015
Remembering things that aren’t to be remembered,
Can bring back memories of when I would surrender
My love, my heart, and my thoughts to your accusations.
Am I really the only one who has any patience?

You know I loved you when everything was as it seemed,
But when you turn your back on promises,
You turn your back on me.
I can’t stand the feeling of losing everything I own
To one who can’t bear to see that my heart has grown.

I’m not the sight that you saw the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they’re just too far away.

When the night wind blows, do you think about me?
Do you think about the place in which I’ll always be?
“My heart is yours, take it,” no, I don’t want it anymore,
If violence can take the place of whom you once adored.

And I am not giving in to your little games.
“Come closer; you know that it’ll be okay,”
But it's not okay,
And who could ever even say that it was.
I bet your harsh words leave you with an adrenaline rush.

And I’m not the sight that the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they’re just too far away.

Feeling down, feeling out, but not ready to give up,
I left this old house; I figured I had been through enough.
Who would’ve ever thought that you’d come chasing after me
Saying, “Please, oh please, you know I never meant those things!”

But you did mean it, and there is no changing the fact
That when you raised your fist the last time,
I was done with all that.
That was my home, before you put bruises on my face,
But you know what? I don’t think that I’m gonna ever miss that place.

I’m not the sight that you saw the last day.
I was shattered; the shards were just too far away.
Now I am together, the puzzle pieces have finally found their way
And I know for sure that this time, they are here to stay.
Sep 2015 · 1.9k
AnnSura Moon Sep 2015
Now see the beautiful sunset or the ocean blue
Fiery colours due abound of poems there are a few
I wish that I could write one, about that perfect hue
But nothing rhymes with Orange

Orchards stretch for miles, they never seem to stop
There nectar bearing fruit is one that’s hard to top
A fruit that justifies a sonnet, but might as well be rock
But nothing rhymes with Orange

How do I describe a basketball?
Or the bricks within my garden wall
The autumn leaves before they fall
But nothing rhymes with Orange

So the hardest line you’ll ever write
One to keep you up all night
So please tell if you might
What the hell rhymes with ORANGE?
not mine. but makes my day brighter
Sep 2015 · 749
AnnSura Moon Sep 2015
The past is the past for a reason
That is where it is supposed to stay
But some cannot let it go
In their head it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person that they used to be
The mistakes they made in their life
Oh if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened
No matter how hard you try
No matter how much you think about it
No matter how much you cry

What happens in your lifetime
Happens for reasons unknown
So you have to let the cards unfold
Let your story be shown

Don't get wrapped up in the negative
Be happy with what you have been given
Live for today not tomorrow
Get up, get out and start living

Cos the past is the past for a reason
It's been and now it is gone
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it
It's done, it's unchangeable, move on
Sep 2015 · 408
Darkness of Pain
AnnSura Moon Sep 2015
Look into the dark eyes of pain
And you will see your eyes
Search through the dark faces
And you will see your lies
Feel the cold of the night on your neck
And you will know you’re alone
Touch the ground as you slowly fall
Touch the faces of those fallen before you
Dirt hits your face just like those you’ve betrayed
See them smile as they lower your grave
Aug 2015 · 791
Life’s Natural High
AnnSura Moon Aug 2015
I've been wasted
I've been smashed
I've been fried
I've gone and bashed
I've been to parties
And I've been high
I've soared like a kite
As high as the sky
But nothing can compare
To life's natural high
It feels so good
I've waved the drugs good-bye
It fills you up
It makes you whole
It always repairs you
And heals your damaged soul
It makes you feel
Like you're floating high above
It makes you want to go away
And fly around like a dove
Nothing on Earth
Can even come close
It makes you lose
All your worries and woes
It makes you want to give hatred
One gigantic shove
Do you know what it is
It's something called love
Aug 2015 · 735
Inside Out
AnnSura Moon Aug 2015
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease,
yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.

Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.

Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.

Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.

Outside lives a girl full of life,
yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.

Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.

Outside lives a girl of innocence,
yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.

Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.

What you see on the outside is my personal disguise,
What hides underneath you can't even begin to imagine.
Aug 2015 · 1.1k
How Do You Know Me?
AnnSura Moon Aug 2015
How do you know me?
Why do you look at me, with recognition in your eyes?
You speak to me
When you have nothing to say
You listen to me
With words I haven’t spoken
You touch my skin
With your ghostly fingers
You light my soul
With sadness in me
Why me?
Why do you look at me, with recognition in your eyes?
How do you know me, when you have never been alive...?
Aug 2015 · 762
AnnSura Moon Aug 2015
A long night mystery surrounds me
Still I can hear whispers following me
When the sun sets and dark clouds covers
I go insane
Watching me
Wanting me
I can't bear what’s happening now
Haunting me
Killing me
I want to run out of this feeling
Unseen smoke surrounds me all night
Unheard voices and cries runs in my head
All night an image keep walking on and turns into fames
Watching me
Wanting me
I can't bear what’s happening now
Chasing me
Conquering me
I want to run out of this feeling now
I'm going insane
Something is making me feel this pain
Someone soon please pull me out
I'm going mad
Dark world welcomes me with glad
Someone soon please help me out.
Aug 2015 · 964
Graveyard of Souls
AnnSura Moon Aug 2015
A graveyard of souls
Remembering life as if epitaphs, joy and sorrow come together like one
And the light and the darkness meet in that dim place
To collect the meaning
To find the knowledge
Secrets of the universe
Revealed through whispers to the spirit
And in tears and the soul’s agony
No will to face the world
Aug 2015 · 906
Forever Connected
AnnSura Moon Aug 2015
Every moment we spent together
Has touched our lives, our souls forever
The things that we shared and learned
Is permanent growth that we've earned.

The person that I have grown into today
Did not get there by chance, no way
I am who I am partly because of you
And you are YOU because of me, too

The changes I see
and what I have learned about me
are a response to how we affected our lives
and what we discover in each others eyes.

It is uncertain if we have to part or one day live together
Either way, we have touched our lives forever!
No matter what the future will show
No matter what we are told.

We are connected on such a deep levels
That no one can remove that, not even the devil.
Our feelings might be different a year from now
But you are part of me forever somehow

A part of me will always be you
and a part of you will always be me.
no matter what happens ,that much is certain
our souls are one until life closes the curtain.

I will love your forever
For worse or for better

You are tattooed in my heart
And nothing can tear our souls apart.

I will never forget you
For my love is honest and true.
Jul 2015 · 1.6k
Fear itself is undefined
AnnSura Moon Jul 2015
I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears
I try to remember exactly what is it that I fear
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I made?
Or the fact that I can’t bring the past back
What is it that I’m afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people hurting me?
Am I afraid of something I can’t see?
Is it the love of a friend or the loss of a family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear the most?
Is it the hope I have that always seems to die? it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear the most is the thing I can’t be?
The things that I’m trying to understand
The me that I’m trying to be with when I'm sad?
The person I'm expected to be?
Is that what I fear?
I think the thing I fear the most is me...
Jul 2015 · 608
Dear Addiction
AnnSura Moon Jul 2015
I’m writing this to you
Telling you were through
I can’t take you any more
Don’t know what I liked you for
All you did was wear me out
Now I know what your all about

You came to me with promise and joy
Now look at all the things you destroy
Families, lives, bank accounts you see
You ruined it all with one little tease
Look at the way you make me feel
Then you take it all and want me to steal

Why can’t you just go and hide
Somewhere far away where I’ll never find
Everyone at home don’t understand
How you rip me apart , then lend me a hand
I keep coming back thinking inside
Maybe this time I’ll make you my bride

Then I sit and wonder why
Why do you really want me to die
Thousands and thousands come to you
Hoping and praying you’ll help them through
Then they fall for your lending hand
Only to realize your nothing but a scam

You promised me heaven and sent me to hell
You ruined my life and then wished me well
Watch me now as I go on my way
I’m washing myself of all of your pain
So you and your power can just leave me be
I’m taking my life and setting it free
Jul 2015 · 630
Can you tell me
AnnSura Moon Jul 2015
Can you tell me what remains
When one is tired of life and tired of living
What hope is left when all love brings is pain?
What good comes from the mind
That feels no remorse from a thousand injuries past
How one can love with fragments of a broken heart?
Tears of misery pour down
From sadden lakes of pain and fall like shards of glass upon my soul
Piercing through the flesh of time and come to rest in loneliness
Can you tell me
When the rain will end and the sun shine bright once more
When sleep will come and memories of grief
Will no longer be the bearer of the insomnia of life?
Can you tell me
When suffering ceases to be my only best friend
Where the green grass grows and where rivers of joy
Flow silently into the horizon and darkness shall be no more?
Jul 2015 · 698
Black #2
AnnSura Moon Jul 2015
Black is dark
Black is deep
Black is something in your sleep
Never seeing
Never walking
Always aching from denial
Darkness here
Darkness there
Darkness around me everywhere
Eerie silence in the night
Black can be quite a fright
Black is bitter
Black is cold
Black is something truly bold
Black is dark
Black is deep
Black is SOMEONE in my sleep
Jun 2015 · 473
AnnSura Moon Jun 2015
How do I tell you I’m sorry
With a gesture, a look, a touch?
How is it I never realized
I hurt you so very much?
I do not ask forgiveness.
A comfort I’ll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know
But I cannot find the nerve
To finally confront you,
To look you in the eye
To face your wrath, your apathy
Too terrified to try
You called me selfish
I turned away
I festered and I fled:
Cutting and wounding
Lashing out
Just to see if you bled
Betraying and deceiving you,
I surely had no right
To ****** away such a precious gem:
A dark thief in the night
3 months and forever passed
To bring us to this day
When I present these simple words
I never thought to say
The time has come
It’s long past due
To put aside my fear:
Would this confession torture you?
Or have you longed to hear?
To hear those forbidden words
To vanquish all the pain
To understand my dearest wish:
To know you once again
The months aged me remarkably
Though they have not made me wise:
I do know I erred
For that I apologize
Jun 2015 · 537
And I'm the girl
AnnSura Moon Jun 2015
I'm the girl, who hides behind a smile everyday.
I'm the girl, who has a tough exterior.
But that’s not who I really am.
I'm the girl, who has a lot of problems,
But doesn’t share one thing.
I'm the girl, who keeps everything bottled up.
Sometimes I just need someone to talk to.
Someone to care about me.
Someone to listen to my problems.
Someone to hold me when I cry.
Someone to love me.
Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows what I go through everyday.
Nobody knows what I have to do just to make it through the day.
Nobody knows that I'm the girl who isn't who I say I am.
And I'm the girl who will cry herself to sleep every night.
Jun 2015 · 457
11 March 2014
AnnSura Moon Jun 2015
Some days,
I feel everything,
Crashing down on me
As if I’m an abandoned ship
In a ocean of sins.
Some days,
I feel nothing,
A touch of numbness
As a cloak of emptiness
Wraps around my body.
But I don't know what is worse,
Drowning in an ocean,
Swimming to nowhere.
Jun 2015 · 2.6k
Bitter Taste
AnnSura Moon Jun 2015
I had a bitter taste in my mouth.
I had never felt this horrible,
This exposed.
So tired.
So numb.
So useless,
I was nothing.
I felt like I could pass out
Here in this room
And never move again.
I didn't want to be here any more.
I didn't want to go through this any longer.
I couldn’t.
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
AnnSura Moon Jun 2015
Water were caught in my brown curly hair,
The trail of tears have left stains on my cheeks.
All I could feel and hear was the water beneath me.
How invitingly silent and sedate the darkness seemed.
So nice and quiet.
Free from worries.
Free from fears.
Free from memories.
Free from pressure and demands.
My hands felt numb from the cold water.
It may not have been the best idea,
But it wouldn't really matter after tonight.
Nothing would.
Jun 2015 · 397
2 March 2014
AnnSura Moon Jun 2015
There are many different types of fear.
Most fears are selfish.
Like the paralysingly horror of your own death,
The strange ominousness of being alone at night.
We're often afraid of the inflicted on our own emotions and our own bodies.
Sometimes it’s impossible not to be afraid.

But even worse than this was the fear for others.
It’s when you love somebody more than you love yourself that their danger frightens you.
And I had endured this fear more than once.

I have been afraid and still am afraid.
Jun 2015 · 656
The Broken
AnnSura Moon Jun 2015
There is something about the broken;
Maybe it’s the way they live.
How they’re here,
But yet they're not.
How they wander,
Looking for someone to piece them back together,
Even if they know they'll fall apart all over again.
Maybe it’s what they've been through
Those little memories that have them all torn up inside.
It’s the hidden look in their eyes;
If you look there,
It’s almost as if you'll see everything,
Even the things you've never noticed before.

There’s just something about the broken that’s captivated me and pulled me in.
May 2015 · 918
27 February 2014
AnnSura Moon May 2015
If you listen close
You'll hear her voice
Drifting in the wind.
It pulls you in,
Like a melody being sung
To a fragile baby.
It ensconced you,
Pulling you into the deep,
Dark depths and never letting you escape.
Her cries for help are silent,
Where as her cries of happiness are heard.
“I’m just another story”
Is what she tells herself
Over and over again
As she tries so hard
To hold on.
She has a story in her eyes,
And those who choose to search
Unravel the mystery that she is,
And still remains to be.
May 2015 · 2.2k
AnnSura Moon May 2015
She was a hurricane,
She caused destruction
Wherever she went,
And pulled the ground right out
From beneath your feet.
She looked like an angel,
But deep down inside
She had horns
Like the devil.
She’d rip your heart out of your chest,
Feeding it to your demons,
And letting them feed on your pain.
May 2015 · 281
23 February 2014
AnnSura Moon May 2015
I think little by little
I'll be able to solve my problems
And survive my pain,
But that’s the thing about pain;
It demands to be felt.

And I'd like you to know the stories
That I've carved into my skin.
But I hate to live them again,
Because my thoughts
Have destroyed me more
Than blades never could.

And each night,
I put my head to my pillow,
I try to tell myself that I'm strong,
Because I've survived one more day.
May 2015 · 502
21 February 2014
AnnSura Moon May 2015
I was on top of the mountain.
My feet weren't stable any longer.
The climb was long and painful
And was far from rewarding when I reached the top,
And saw there was nothing there.

My heart felt heavy and my head was spinning.
No oxygen was getting up to my head at the peak.
I needed to get down.
I needed to get to safety.
I needed to step back.
People are there to catch me, but I was afraid.
Falling was never the problem.
The weightless feeling always brought me peace.
It was if I ever hit the ground, was what truly worried me.

Falling never hurt, but landing did.
Jul 2014 · 320
21 February 2014
AnnSura Moon Jul 2014
I was on top of the mountain.
My feet weren't stable any longer.
The climb was long and painful and was far from rewarding when I reached the top, and say there was nothing there.

My heart felt heavy and my head was spinning.
No oxygen was getting up to my head at the peak.
I needed to get down.
I needed to get to safety.
I needed to step back.
People are there to catch me, but I was afraid.
Falling was never the problem.
The weightless feeling always brought me peace.
It was if I ever hit the ground, was what truly worried me.

Falling never hurt, but landing did.
Jul 2014 · 473
19 February 2014
AnnSura Moon Jul 2014
Books open your eyes,
Everyone’s got a story.
Authors and writers are always depressed.
“Why ?” You ask.
Because, the only one who listens is a blank sheet of paper.
Each word
Is a warning.
The author never wants the reader to experience the pain
He or she is going through.
A book is like a guide.
The character is advising you to change and to learn
From your mistakes.
Jun 2014 · 1.9k
AnnSura Moon Jun 2014
It’s beautiful.
Simply gorgeous.
“black is nothing,” people say.
Well you were once nothing,
The world was once nothing.
The world was created from darkness.
Black never changes.
It’s timeless.
It’s beautiful.
It’s simple.
It’s elegant.
It’s dark.
It’s darkness.
It’s bold.
It’s powerful.
It’s the queen of all colors.
It symbols death and grief.
It’s a part of me and a part of you.
We all have a dark side.
No color has any depth without black.
You mix black with everything,
There is a fullness to it.
It makes it real.
Black expresses the depths of the unknown,
and encourages the imagination of a different world from that of daylight realities.
May 2014 · 1.4k
AnnSura Moon May 2014
What is a monster ?
What is evil ?
Do those things even exist ?
Or are they created by humans, to give them reason of those terrible deeds done ?
What makes a monster ?
Someone who takes joy from hurting others ?
Who kills for fun ?

A monster cannot be defined in a dictionary,
because everyone’s opinion of a monster is different.
Sometimes a monster can be that person who stole your money and left you stranded.

Or maybe a mass murderer like ‘Jack the Ripper ’.
Or maybe a monster is very different inside all of us.
There is no way to define a monster,
because although monsters are all evil,
they start out good.
And although monsters enjoy the darkness,
they once enjoyed the light.
No one is an angel,
no one is a demon.
Those terms do not exist.
Because we are all monsters.
They hide inside of us,
Waiting for that perfect moment to strike.
We all started completely pure and full of light,
With our inner darkness unknown to us.
We all start out like little lights in the dark.
So what makes a person a monster?
You do.

Those tainted by darkness unknowingly taint those of light,
Turning them bitter, cold and wicked.
Most people learn to adapt to such bitterness.
But there are those whose hearts cannot withstand.

I am a monster.
What kind is another question.

What kind are you ?
May 2014 · 322
11 February 2014
AnnSura Moon May 2014
I don't think they realise
How sleepless nights
Can affect you
How overthinking
Slowly kills you,
I don't think they know
How it can turn your mind
Into thoughts you wish weren't yours.
This poem is not mine, but on that day I felt exactly the same.
May 2014 · 407
#2 You don't Understand.
AnnSura Moon May 2014
"I understand."
You don’t.
You don't understand the self hatred I have for myself.
You don't understand how it feels to be constantly compared
To someone you will never become.
You don't know what it’s like to lose yourself.
You don't know what it’s like to feel as though you're a failure
And you don't know what it’s like to know that you're different
And constantly reminded of your fault by your own mind .
If I could cut off my head I would,
Because the more I think,
The unhappier I am.
I'm convinced that’s why people hang themselves.
The head is a source of;
And Control,
But also Destruction.
You don't know what it’s like to be so desperate and so tired of who you are
That you just want to quit
And i hope you never have to experience the mental and emotional pain that I have.

That is exactly why you don't understand.
May 2014 · 702
1# You don't Understand.
AnnSura Moon May 2014
When you don't want to feel,
death can seem like a dream.
But seeing death,
really seeing it,
makes dreaming about it ridiculous.
Maybe, there’s a moment growing up when something peels back,
Maybe ...
Maybe we look for secrets because we can’t believe our minds.

Because sometimes people do actually feel that way.
Sometimes your life feels like it’s caving in on you.
Sometimes people really do feel like they don't want to exist,
Like they want to just curl up in a ball, and go into that place between life and death.
Saying “I don't want to exist” isn't saying, “I want to die.”

It’s saying, “I wish that, for that time being, I could go somewhere and not have to feel.”
I don't think there’s anything wrong with that.
And if you don’t know how it feels to feel this way,
Then you have no place to judge anyone who does.
May 2014 · 228
AnnSura Moon May 2014
The things that frighten me the most don't even have a physical form;
­They're the things you feel with every component of your body,
But will never see in its entirety.
That is why I believe the scariest things are what we can feel,
But never touch.
May 2014 · 864
A Lesson from Lesley
AnnSura Moon May 2014
Music is the souls language,
that's how we relate,
that's how unions are made.
Love comes after,
love is true when you are combined by your souls core,
therefore you become your own song.
Their laugh,
their cries,
everything they do becomes your favourite melody.
Your song.
thats where everyone wants to be.
Your Paradise lies in your own soul,
you just have to wake it up.
Wake it up and you will live.

— The End —