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341 · Nov 2014
Our song.
Luna Elora Nov 2014
A symphony of misery is played each time I hear our song
A ballad of love, unseen,  precious love.
Oh, my little dove
Oh my king
It makes me want to sing
quietly to myself
Just so you won't
or Cant
Hear me.
339 · Feb 2015
O' my darling
Luna Elora Feb 2015
You know how to make me smile.
I know it's been a while...
But you have to know.
I see you in my dreams, in the pure white snow.
See how these words seem to flow.
Off your tongue
Through your lips
And into the air.
I promise I wont be hung
Or leave my skin with little rips.
When the world isn't fair.
329 · Nov 2014
Rumor
Luna Elora Nov 2014
The things you have said.
The things I have heard.
Nothing from you of course.
"She's a ****. She even walks like one."
Yeah. You would know.
311 · Jul 2014
The little things.
Luna Elora Jul 2014
I wonder if you would miss the little things that I do
When I'm around you.
The way I yawn in the mornings
The way I thank you in German.
Always the same.
I know I'd miss all things you do.
The way you look at me and laugh when I do those stupid little things.
Let us live as dullards do.
We can live in ignorance.
Not knowing what do.
You look at me.
I look at you.
We smile and whisper goodnight.
And we sleep
Until the morning light.
Shall I live in ignorance?
If it's to make you happy, I shall.
291 · Jan 2015
Poems (7w)
Luna Elora Jan 2015
Poetry is the gateway to your soul.
286 · Dec 2014
Jerry
Luna Elora Dec 2014
I don't love you anymore*
Wow. Never thought I'd hear that one.
Does it really matter?
I kept thinking
I'm so done
But when you stabbed yourself.
It
all        
Faded
Away.    
My heart began
to sway
And
All hope
began
to sink.
272 · Dec 2014
reality
Luna Elora Dec 2014
It's sometimes hard to come up with a poem on the spot.
259 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Luna Elora Feb 2015
He tore me limb from limb
Only to build me up again.
In a whole new shape.
He built be up again
Just to tear me down.
And left me on the floor.
And walked out the door.
244 · Jul 2014
Young Love.
Luna Elora Jul 2014
As the seasons go by
And the days melt away
As the hours tick down to minutes
And minutes to seconds.
I only feel young around you.
So come let's play.
We can tell each other secrets
And sing songs about May.
Just as children do.
Eating lunch on the playground
And at night while you're not around
I'll dream, and tell you I flew.
But really
I was dreaming of you.
241 · Jul 2014
Final moments
Luna Elora Jul 2014
With shaking fingers I reach for my pen.
Never knowing what to say.
But really, what should you proclaim in your last moments?
Soft wimpers of love and affection?
Or harsh remarks of how ****** you feel every one is?
Lies? Honesty?
Not knowing what to say
You simpily write
Goodbye.
Stand from your chair.
You tighten the noose
Just so it won't fall loose.
You close your eyes
And.
       Let.
           Everything.
                        Go.
In one solid motion
You.
     Are.
         Left.
             To.
                Swing.
Everything you ever wanted. Right below your feet.
All that is left to ask is...


Are.
You.
Happy?
237 · Oct 2014
Lee
Luna Elora Oct 2014
Lee
Nothing about us was real, was it? Were we just too blind to see we'd never work? When my heart belonged to another...
And when yours did as well.
You made my emotions swell and my heart rip.
I may not have loved you as I claimed, Yet I still care for you.
So when you look into her eyes, and I'm all alone, I know you'll think of me. As I hang from this tree.
217 · Jul 2014
Alejandro
Luna Elora Jul 2014
Your mind so fragile
Your memories only mere fragments.
Do you believe I was really always here?
Do you remember the love you had for what we were?
Do you ever think of what we could have been?
O' my darling. O' my king.
I'd like to believe I'll always be your little dove.
Though seperated by distance,
We have never been so close.
Hand in hand, walking in sync.
O' my prince. O' my love.
Had we not been so far apart
Would we still be together?
Tears had flown from my eyes.
Blood has dripped from my wrist.
My thighs.
My heart.
I miss your gentle embrace.
Do you remember this?
204 · Jul 2014
Your ending.
Luna Elora Jul 2014
Oh what a pleasure it would be, If I could rip out your tounge, So you may not speak.
What a joy it should be, If I could pluck out your eyes, so you may not look at me.
For I am a hideous creature. I deserve not your gaze, nor your words.
I deserve nothing. I need nothing.
But there's so much in this desgusting little planet that I want.
I want to hear your bones snap, and crack. I want to feel your veins squish in my fingertips as I pluck and rip them from your slashed wrists.
I want to taste your bitter blood.
And Finally, I want give you one last kiss.
Just as you're fading away.
I do this out of love, don't you see?
So nothing else, could ever take you away from me.
I know you don't love me.
And I know you think I'm a bit obsessive.
But trust me, my king.
I do this out of love.
This really isn't much of a poem, rather, just something running through my mind for a couple of days.

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