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Luna Jay Mar 2019
No one was even aware of its existence,
But when it sounded out,
We all knew.
It dazzled the audience from the air
As it flipped
And flew.
Ensued laughter
And giddy afternoons
Under the amber hue of summer.
I stand under;
The man in the flying shoe.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
She came with a face and a name,
But no soul.
She replaced it with all of the
Hearts she stole.
Kept them in  the freezer-
So they wouldn’t mold.
She silently stalked
The world.
She came with
No man to hold-
But she let her own
Story unfold.
And truth be told?
I don’t think she
Liked men in that way,
Regardless.
She came with figure
Not pulled from a
Mold.
She was the black sheep
Society would try
And scold.
They all thought
She was ******
And cold-
But my baby
Is a burning inferno.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
I am simply existing;
In this constant state of becoming,
I am forever changing.
And for that,
I am forever grateful.
For how boring would the world be
If we never allowed our minds to evolve and adapt?
How can we be so ignorant in thinking
That our experiences won’t change us?
If I come out of this life as the same person I was going into it,
Then something went awfully wrong.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
I’m hiding myself again.
I don’t mean to,
It’s just easier to not deal
With relationships
Amongst others.
I can only take on my stress,
And I’ve been trying to teach myself that
For years.
It’s not that I don’t know that it’s unhealthy,
I think that it’s more habitual.
Which is pretty horrid,
That I’ve already formed this habit of self isolation.
But it’s so much easier to deal with.
I’d rather have no friends at all
Than a chance of losing them.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
He might be beautiful and porcelain,
But is he worth being hurt again?
I know he could be different,
But who isn’t?
He touched me.
Violated me.
Made me feel ugly on the inside.
The soft velveteen skin and
Pouty lips had no persuasive
Effect on him.
It was the maggots he caused..
Rotted my intestines-
Turned them to mushy soup
Too thick to slurp with a straw.
It was like it turned him on.
And I didn’t want to care,
But his ******* was caused by my pain.
He wanted to watch me bleed,
And rot,
And beg, as I was gasping for air,
For the sweet release of death
Or looser ropes and chains..
No.
When I couldn’t take any more,
When my face was purple
And my eyes were bulging
And his hand was still gripping my throat..
Bruised from the time before and red with irritation,
That’s when his ******* was massive.
It has taken years
And I still cannot convince myself that
All men are not like that.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
What’s wrong with the Big Pharma?
Controlling governments
Ruthlessly consolidate
The elite
Who are able to afford
Basic health care.
Severe side effects
Detrimental to our health and wellbeing.
Taking painkillers
Has caused an epidemic
That’s part of a sinister plan
To squeeze yet more profit
Out of a system designed to
Keep human beings chronically unhealthy.
Vaccines too often have had the opposite effect,
Exponentially increasing illness,
Causing irreversible damage,
And even taking lives of our sick brotherhood.
Population suspect that it is now
Being used as a weapon of mass destruction
To effectively depopulate the earth.
Luna Jay Mar 2019
Listen closer
To the sound of my closure.
It’s hardly noticeable,
But then again,
I’ve always been invisible to you all.
It’s trivial;
Not knowing where you’re headed,
But still seeing the seven layers of hell
You walked out of alive.
I have third degree burns
Soiling my memories-
I spent all of my time
Spoiling the enemies,
And now,
My time runs thin and frail.
My creativity has gone stale.
I’m sick,
I’m pale,
And yet my silence keeps me
Golden.
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