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Lunar Oct 2016
i gave my heart to him
in the form of a music box
he opened it to hear a soft tune
of my feelings i kept within
he hummed to the song
i made up for him
and danced to the rhythm
of my pulse beating

the entire moment was a loop
which didn't want to cease

it would only be so
if i took my heart back
or if he stopped dancing
i hope you guys get this! the final piece of the Pocketry Series. and things will obviously change if one factor suddenly goes missing. for dancers and lovers out there, i hope you always give your best and love whoever and whatever you do with your entire heart.

13/13 of the Pocketry Series.

FIN.
Oct 2016 · 486
to fall in spring
Lunar Oct 2016
the week before
i went through the fall alone
i watched him leave
like how i watched
the old cherry blossom tree
he hesitantly, gradually floated
and flew away with the wind
and soon long gone was spring

seasons went by in a blur
but the slowest change
painful up to now
was how we wouldn't let go
of each other and part that day
"change is inevitable."

12/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Oct 2016 · 1.1k
the cords and strings
Lunar Oct 2016
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads

but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped

gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
even if some things do not exist anymore, there will always be other existing  things that remind us of those and we can never escape from it.

11/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Lunar Oct 2016
to love him is like
running a marathon in circles.
his long strides carrying himself
further away from me,
and i'm getting tired of going unnoticed.
soon it has come to the point
where i stopped chasing
but instead, thought,
"what if i were to stay put and wait?
wouldn't he most likely
catch up to me one day?"
they say love makes the world goes round. but i guess it's us who actually makes love go round.

10/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Oct 2016 · 844
destined
Lunar Oct 2016
what if
we were meant to be
in another lifetime
but i had known you
sooner or later
than i should have?

would loving you now
still be a valid reason
to relive the sooner
and to anticipate the later?
hello, this is a refined version of the 'predestined [20 word]' poem i did back then. i think i like it better now. enjoy! :)

9/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Oct 2016 · 907
transcendence
Lunar Oct 2016
i formed constellations on your face
with every point that my lips touched
and i ended with your eyelids
which opened up to me
and i saw the stars

so i came to realize
that neither astronomy or astrology
can explain how much i love you
i held the entire universe
when i held you close in my arms
this is one of my favorites from the Pocketry Series. it started with the "kissing eyelids are cute" kind of idea, and it flowed from there. i always try to look for the stars in everyone's eyes.

8/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Oct 2016 · 907
softened sight
Lunar Oct 2016
he took my breath away
with none but one gaze
exposing my scattered brain
a memory clear but a haze
i saw him in hindsight
yet i was still stuck in a daze
to count how many times
i lost myself in so many ways
and like fog he quickly faded
leaving me alone in the chase
i almost caught him but i missed
despite focusing on his face
i'll leave it to you guys to interpret what happens here. but sometimes we never see the people we are looking for. maybe because we're too close to see the bigger picture. or they're looking for us too.

7/13 of the Pocketry Series
Oct 2016 · 565
art of the heart
Lunar Oct 2016
how can she, an artist,
make him, her own artwork
when the art itself
is an artist himself

she could only stand back and watch
as he sculpted his past
and sketched his present

until he reached out to her
with a paint-stained hand,
gestured to the blank canvas
of the future and said,
"would you like to create
a masterpiece with me?"
to wjh-- a fellow artist whom i love.

6/13 of the Pocketry Series
Oct 2016 · 527
miss-x, mister-y
Lunar Oct 2016
he was a quiet enigma,
one i yearned to decode.
and i called him a mystery;
no clues that countless keys hold.
i sought to solve the questions
which my curious heart begged,
and one day i discovered them all
when he finally led me by the hand.

so i found my main lead.
and i found the answer in him.
mister-y. mystery.

that feeling when you're curious about someone whom you find interesting.

5/13 of the Pocketry Series!
Oct 2016 · 635
misadventure
Lunar Oct 2016
at a young age, he has seen much.
and in his eyes, i saw the world
that every time i look at them,
i want to travel aimlessly
and get lost in them forever.
and even if he was a map as well,
i wouldn't know where to end or start.
because loving him is as daring
as spontaneous misadventures.
i enjoyed writing this one. it was about a boy's colorful background and history.
4/13 of the Pocketry Series
Oct 2016 · 453
reality in dreams
Lunar Oct 2016
i may be a realist
but he is my ideal
though he's only a dream
to me, he felt so real

i don't really need him
now by my side
but don't take it
literally, what i said
because if i don't see him
in my sleep tonight
i won't wake 'til i see him:
consider me dead
3/13 of the pocketry series.
Oct 2016 · 857
you and i, measured by time
Lunar Oct 2016
seeing him took a day
deciding my feelings took a week
getting to know him took a month
spending life with him took an eternity
but loving him took only a second
another short write by yours truly. this is a part of the 13-pocket-poem (or pocketry) series! :)
Oct 2016 · 830
elixir
Lunar Oct 2016
how to heal a broken heart,
when you, yourself, are falling apart?
and this is a risk i must take
when missing you is a heartache.

to be cured of being love and homesick,
when you will return to me in the end.
i'd say you, the medicine, are perfect;
you miraculously make me better in an instant.
love me, heal me

1/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Oct 2016 · 6.6k
The Sadness Collector
Lunar Oct 2016
People label me as one of those very observant ones they have ever met in their lives. Whatever I think about others, is close enough to ninety percent of the truth (not to judge, of course).

And it is also truth that those who laugh the most, cry the most. I guess this also applies to those very positive people, who are the most negative in their heads or they've also been through the most negative incidents.

There is a certain boy, a young man, who just entered the twenties stage of life. I observe and read him, and I have been doing this for the past eight months.

He is quiet, he is kind, he is a very bright person who looks out for others, probably too much. He is smart and has attended top schools and won several competitions in the martial arts, as well as performing and fine arts. A very artistic soul, quite opposed to his rather playful countenance; though beauty is displayed in all his capabilities and striking features. Even the way he speaks is soothing and gentle, and I admit I would sleep to it and regret how his voice is too nice to be literally slept on.

I know a part of his painful past with the spinal tuberculosis accident or the fact when he couldn't enter his dream art school. And perhaps, a darker part of his history that is unknown except by him and his close ones.

But I can see it, I can see it on his face, in his actions and some of his words: sometimes he tries to get attention by doing unnecessary or silly things; says the weirdest of phrases; he gets tired and there's this certain feeling lurking in his gaze. He always looks like he's looking for something, for someone. He always looks like he is wondering about everything and anything. He even looks lost or frustrated on some occasions.

Honestly, a Sadness Collector knows when another is nearby or in sight. I am one, and I know he is another. He always wants people to depend on him or for them to think that he is alright. It's not so bad, but I wish he would rest his little fragile heart that can only take so much of others' sadness. He still has his own sadness to keep under all of that. I want him to give some of it to me that the burden and tears may be shared between us, and he can live a little lighter.

But I love him, because he is a different Sadness Collector. He always cheers others up and tries to help. He always compliments others. He is always willing to learn the right way, to go out and do his best. This Sadness Collector doesn't deserve to be one; he deserves to collect happiness instead.

Although there are times when his friends say that he is quieter that usual, and a bit less active. He says he usually sleeps it off and feels better when he awakes after. He says he rarely gets stressed but when he does, it's a whole different thing and only he knows how his own mind can destruct his built-up facade of confidence. Maybe he gets too quiet at times because he thinks he might make a mistake again. He may appear very vain and very confident, but I'm afraid it might all just be an image that he's painted of himself for everyone around him to see.

His music taste is very much like mine. He shared some alternative music, but as soon as I heard the melody and read the lyrics, it doubled as a small cry of distress.

I’m actually very beautiful when the world is pitch-black
The most I’ll get is being consumed when I try to love
The trouble is irrelevant
It doesn’t matter what’s wrong

If only I can be flattered just like you do
Then the torment around me will perhaps die out
I’m not concerned about how many chances I get
As fearless as a giant; indulging myself; however I’m no match

Ugly, don’t turn the lights on
The love I want is haunted on the pitch-black stage
Ugly, in this ambiguous time
My existence is like an accident

Some look beautiful after a drop of tear
Some just throw away their name
As long as you are hypocritical enough you won’t be afraid of anything, right?
If the script is written well, who will be more dignified?
I can only silently face the beautiful innocence
There are many chances for desire to become drowning in alcohol
Like the fearlessness of dust
Becoming ash, who will remember who
Who cares if he’s a match

Ugly, you won’t blame them if you get used to it
Get high and stomp on it with strength
Ugly, this is our time
It would actually be a shock if I don’t exist

Oh, how I want to embrace him every time I think of him listening to that song. As emotional human beings, we pay attention to such lyrics more often than not, that reflect the listener's or our emotions. Maybe he thinks he lacks in many, many ways. It is normal for him to think so. But I hope he doesn't dwell on it. He likes this anime show that I watch, too. That show, though, is a sad one which shows the masks of society and the gore of the past behind every flawless present.

He is a very trustworthy friend; a funny guy who is "in love" with himself; a talented individual who loves people and language; an artist of most arts, as well as an art himself. And as much as I say that I want to be the one who collects his sadness or whom he shares his load of sadness with, sometimes I doubt he will ever let me.

I feel like I can no longer do anything anymore for him because he is the one who has already collected mine.
Explicitly, this is how I see WJH so far; past all the glitter and glamour of his fast-paced lifestyle. I don't think there has ever been a moment where he never made me sad on purpose. He always collects my sadness, in other words, he always makes me happy. One day, maybe I can make him happy too, and collect his sadness.

Wjh-- It's been nine months ever since I started to know and love you. I'll stay until either of us has to let go. But I know I still love you after knowing all those sad things. One day, I will definitely play You Are the Moon on the piano while singing it to you. Even in dark times, you have to keep shining. You may not think you are, but my dear, you are shining much more than anyone I know. Don't think your light will fade out yet soon.

PS. These are purely all on what I observe, think and assume about him. If I get to know him, I hope the bad side is not as bad as I imagine or see it to be.
PPS. im a proud infj!! and i really, really love observing people (it is my most useful talent when it comes to dealing with people and it helps me out in my career)
Oct 2016 · 3.1k
tchaikovsky (haiku)
Lunar Oct 2016
the songs of his strings
dances with body movements
beauty undisturbed
a tribute to tchaikovsky, my favorite classical musician for dances, especially his ballet compositions. i'll be watching swan lake, the nutcracker and sleeping beauty on sunday, here's one haiku to hype up til then!
Oct 2016 · 2.2k
Any Other Special Day
Lunar Oct 2016
"I know what you're thinking," he says. "That today's just like any other day. That today is just your birthday; that other people are also born on the day you were born. And you're thinking: what is even so special about this day if other people are born too? If other people are much more talented, beautiful and lucky souls, then they deserve so much more than I do."

She replies him with a silent smile, waiting for him to construct his words-- to see what he could possible come up with to make this day, at least, brighter than the others.

"You know I love you, and I say this to you everyday. But just like any other soul, you are just as talented, beautiful and lucky. And what makes you special is that your existence makes me talented, beautiful and lucky in return. That's what makes you special to me. And I don't think I need a special or certain day to say all of this to you, because you're special in your whole life, from the moment you existed. You don't need a special day-- you have a special life."

She nods with a tinge of pride for him as it dusts her cheeks: she is glad she has someone like him who understands her.

He finishes, "This is why you're special to me. This is why I love you. And in the least, this day is a little more special that the others."
Dear Kyara,

Here's a writing for you. Even if you think this is just any ordinary day, i hope you realize you're no ordinary girl or ordinary friend! Enjoy and always be happy, and keep safe. I love you! :)

-Madge
Oct 2016 · 1.4k
mermaid moon
Lunar Oct 2016
perhaps what brings you to me
is the moon's pull
of the ocean's waves:
you, my tides

i'll catch you
when you fall
and i'll hold on to you
when you rise

but this is only possible if
the earth, sun and moon--
our entire universe--
aligns for us
live in the sea,
love by the moon

sometimes i like to imagine myself as a mermaid, and you, the tides

PS. there's a real "Mermaid Moon", or aka "Titan", and it's Saturn's moon!
Oct 2016 · 1.6k
nights of nostalgia
Lunar Oct 2016
i remember looking
into your eyes
every night,
before i close mine;
like how i remember
the glow-in-the-dark stickers
when i was a child
back in my old room:

it was a mesmerizing
stargaze
that i
fell in love with,
that made me feel so
*nostalgic
i was in bed last night, sleeping in my sisters' room, and they had these glow-in-the-dark stickers on their closet doors, right across the bed i was in. i felt like i was stargazing. my nights and sleep have never been any better until last night.

but nothing, not even stars, can compare to your eyes.
Oct 2016 · 2.7k
skin disease
Lunar Oct 2016
no one would love me for these scars and scratches and tears on my skin.  worry, stress and fear embed themselves under my epidermis and i struggle to live a normal  life by wearing my favorite sweaters on most days outside to hide the marks. most of them don't realize or see it. that is good. only at night when it turns itchy and yells to be touched again, to be scratched again, to be bled again, and a fresh wound opens up. i have lived with this for almost seventeen years. and it only surfaced in its prominence at the dawn of my twentieth year. it must be a sign for a premature, impending doom. it keeps me up at night and even my brain wishes to stop my entire system but what can it do? it can only speak and think for so long. it keeps me tired in the day and my suicidal heart pounds in beats of "NO" in my chest, blood rushing faster when i scratch once more. the heart can't even stop itself from feeling the itch, the pain, the anger, the remorse, the pity.

i don't know when this will go, just as i don't know how it came to me.

i just want rest. i just want peace. with others and myself. peace within myself.
my thoughts are just as sickly as the eczema i have right now, and it's raging on and on and i can't seem to live properly anymore
Oct 2016 · 1.1k
refill
Lunar Oct 2016
"I have to unlove you a little," the girl said as she put her pen down.
He replied: why would you ever?
"I have to save my love for you; I have to save it for future days."
He frowned. "It sounds like you're saying goodbye. As if one day your feelings for me will disappear because of having loved me too much this very moment."
She shook her head. "I don't think I'll ever stop loving you though, if I give you just small amounts of it everyday. But you, would you still be the same, even if I cut down on the amount I usually give per day?"
He understood where she was going. "As long as you give me love, even down to the tiniest drop of it, I'll still love you all the same. And when you run out of it and can give no more, that's when I'll refill you with all the love you have filled me up with after all this time."
"One can never really run out of love, can they? Give or take. It's still love."
"Love is love-- give or take, small or big; doesn't matter as long as it exists-- if it's you I'm loving."
wjh--sometimes i ask myself, when will i know when is the right time to stop loving you? or will i continue this? i dont know. and this writing feels so random, like there isn't really a conclusion, i suppose. but i felt the need to jot it down. maybe i can write a second part after when I'm sure with my love for you.
Oct 2016 · 542
the girl who bought smiles
Lunar Oct 2016
"I need to buy a smile today," she said. "For myself."

Another girl, perhaps younger than her, got in the public SUV and sat across her. She wore the uniform of the astronomy school which the first girl had always admired. The second girl pays her ride fare as she handed down a large bill. But the driver declined it and said that he would not be able to give her change if she gave it to him. In desperation, she asked the other passengers if they have any loose change for her bill, to which they all shook their heads in pity.

The first girl sensed the young one's embarrassment and a tinge of worry formed on the latter's forehead, as she would most likely have to get off the ride for being unable to pay. As expected, the younger girl asks the older one if she had any smaller change. The first girl replies, I'm sorry, I don't have any.

But just as the moon was still visible in that morning sky and she was watching over the exchange between the two girls, the first girl felt the moon's invisible pale light rush into her: this is the person whose smile I shall buy today.

She handed the second girl a few coins which summed up to the necessary amount. "It's just fifteen, isn't it?"

Wide-eyed and a small jawdrop, the second girl accepted the coins in disbelief and said, "Are you sure, ate? You're going to pay for me?"

"Take it and give it."

"How can I ever repay you, I-"

"With a smile. It's enough. And I get to smile in return too, so thank you," the first girl nodded at her with slightly raised cheeks and went back to reviewing her notes.

"Thank you again, I can't thank you enough," the second girl smiled and waved goodbye when it was her stop.

The first girl smiled in return, once again. "Buy a smile today-- check."

*This girl, with a young heart but an old, weary mind, needs a smile everyday to survive. She can get it through buying one or trading with friends. She was this desperate to get through with any day, with just one smile. The smiles so far she has collected are from certain authors, a few strangers she has helped out, a bunch of people whom she was close with, and a group of boys. This girl, and other people. She needs them and their smiles. She needs to smile to live.
a little write on how a good, genuine smile would always, ALWAYS, matter to someone-- be it from a stranger, or a familiar person. i took this from my experience for paying the girl's fare. but let's face it: the point here is not the good deed which I did, but the fact that her smile, made my day. and as i think back of all the other times (when i bought my favorite boy group's albums, my favorite writers' books, i bought desserts for my family, i bought pillows for my friends...). Smiles don't always have to be bought though: in fact it should be free. So this writing is a bit strange. But i just needed to write this down because I couldn't get the girl's smile out of my head. :)
Oct 2016 · 902
hands and souls
Lunar Oct 2016
Two beings of above--the sun and the moon, once loved each other a long time ago, only to lose each other and themselves through the expanse of time and space.
...
Now, there is a certain girl who fell in love with a certain boy, with the expanse of time and space between them. I love you, she says to the sky, in hopes of the wind bringing her words to him. I hope to see you again, soon.
...
And the boy, in his walking pace, randomly stops. Do boys wonder about their soulmates as much as girls do too? Because he certainly did. I would reach for your soul with my hand if I could, he said to no one in particular. Wait for me, again and again. I would reach you soon.
...
A breeze picks up and tucks a stray strand of the girl's hair behind her ear. She felt her palm grow warm, as if her hand was being held by another-- by his hand. She felt a tug in her, as if her soul was being tied to another-- to his soul. She closed her eyes and let the wind, her silent messenger, caress her face as she took a breath. *"I'll wait for you, and for us to rise again: against all dark odds and in this expanse of time and space."
To Tamia, the moon, and her sun, her Sol.

While waiting for love to grow, love grows in waiting too.
Oct 2016 · 1.4k
an indigo soul
Lunar Oct 2016
rich with red passion
deep shades of blue
a girl in love with
the way people speak
and who pouches
rainbows in her room
a little flame
lit up for her love
for this boy
who's miles away
one day
she'll see him:
without her wearing colors
with no barriers of speech
a simple look
a simple hello
he'll be in her reach
for indigo

i wrote this for other anons to know that indigo is a dainty girl, who does not deserve to be noticed/judged because of her "white/asian/looks" but rather of who she is-- the way she loves makeup, languages, junhui, and other things that i may not know. but i hope you know you're beautiful inside, and i'm sure junhui does too, so should others know too.
Sep 2016 · 2.5k
The Night-Quilt Maker
Lunar Sep 2016
Scatter the glitters
onto the velvet sky;
I'll pull it over me
like a blanket,
Kiss in patterns
of a soft good night;
Willingly,
I'll embrace it.
Knowing your hands
made it to keep me
warm and safe;
Dreaming of you,
the Night-Quilt Maker,
to whom, my love I gave.
i love you every day,
and i love you more every night, wjh
Sep 2016 · 1.4k
love yourself
Lunar Sep 2016
FALLING IN LOVE* is only for the
HEARTBROKEN
because they need someone to CATCH them
and PUT THEIR BROKEN PIECES TOGETHER

i, for one, jump and risk.
to get into it myself, and out of it MYSELF...

i can do this myself. *i will be okay myself.
160921. x.
Lunar Sep 2016
i. We are lost stars,
A thousand of us falling freely
From and into the sky.
Seeking to disperse and find
Ourselves in the orbits of love;
Looking for a place to settle down:
Is it on this planet of blues?--
Still an aimless pursuit of home?
We are the nomads of the empyrean;
The stars of the earth.

ii. For us to chance upon them,
Those called quasars,
We are drawn in by their light.
Making us touched by the lunar,
Kissed by the solar,
And struck by the stellar;
We're ****** into the vortex of their eyes,
Where a thousand other burst stars loom.
This is it, this is the final big bang;
This is where galaxies form and live anew,
With them, the meaning of space--
The quasars of the ether.

iii. On some days,
In our states of cosmic haze and daydreams,
We sit on Saturn's rings
With our legs dangling on the edge for the thrill of it,
And we watch the universe pass us by like clouds.
Although we are light years away
From such unfathomable quasars,
Their pull is strong enough to tug
At our fragile little hearts.
And although at times it may hurt,
We let our hearts ignite like supernovas,
We let our tears flow like space dust,
So that our love breaks into pieces
Of comets and shooting stars
That fall into our hands like petals,
For every existing matter to see.
And we hold these things of space,
Of celestial bodies falling into place:
To give them to the quasars of the ether,
From us, the stars of the earth
My first ever poem collaboration with @tamia ! We both love outer space and we decided to write about the ones we love and admire from afar. We hope you enjoy it!

Do check out her poetry as well! http://hellopoetry.com/tamiareodica/

**,
j,m./Lunar Love
Lunar Sep 2016
You know that moment when you're in bed
Just after the sun has risen
And the softest of its light touches your face
And you smile a little because of its warmth
On your cold skin and bed sheets

You just want to embrace that warmth
and fall back to sleep,
fall all over again in love

That's how I felt
when I saw you first thing
in the morning
to: wjh, x.
Sep 2016 · 1.9k
the innocent heart
Lunar Sep 2016
feeling safe in the hands of danger;
breathing against the lips of toxic.
intrigued by the mysterious stranger;
her heart, he effortlessly unlocks it.

"this is how i'll die today,"
she proclaims at the touch of his hand.
"he may have killed me
but i'll love him forever and always,"
says the foolish girl who loved the conman.
first two lines were the words of my friend Elle, and i continued from there.

love feels toxic as it is remedial.
Sep 2016 · 2.6k
lucid dreaming
Lunar Sep 2016
as much as i tried
to dream of the bad things,
i only dreamed of you,
which was good.

but then again,
maybe you were
actually bad.
when i had a breakdown the other day, i cut off all thoughts and tried to think of the bad things, for unknown reasons... but you ended up in there.
were you trying to save me from those bad things,
or were you one of those?
Aug 2016 · 2.4k
In Your Eyes
Lunar Aug 2016
To you, who has seen him in person:

How did he look like? Was his skin smooth and white as milk; or was it a golden glow bestowed upon him? Did you see the humanistic details known as blemishes or beauty marks which usually get edited out in pictures? Was he the type of person to hold your gaze as he held your hands? Or did he look away after a few seconds? Did you see the mirth that sparkled in his glassy orbs? Did you see the smiles of other people being contained in them, that now he carries an eye smile wherever he goes? Did your eyes keep his gaze, afraid that it would break the staring spell? What of his hands, were they as warm as his eyes, or vice versa? Were they soft like a light feather, or coarse with experience of the harsh outside world? Did your eyes trace the veins that led up to his arms? They're beautiful, aren't they? How those threads of blue, green and red twisted playfully under his skin, giving him the blood to see you. How about his cheeks, did they lift; did he laugh? Did his laughter sound like little bells ringing, or a little stream through a dry desert; it was so refreshing, wasn't it? Did he even smile to the point where his eyes crinkled, forehead wrinkled, and you saw both rows of his teeth? Was his voice deep? Was it too deep that you fell deeper as well, in love? Or was it a smooth one, rich in emotion, or did you hear the innocence in his soul as he gently spoke? Was he relaxed; were his shoulders and breathing calm? Was his hair nearly as disheveled as yours? Was he perspiring from the heat or from the jitters and tension? I bet you couldn't keep calm, and you nearly hyperventilated just from sharing the same air with him. Maybe he made you less nervous with cheesy pickup lines, when you yourself planned to say it to him, in hopes of getting stuck in his head with your jokes or puns. Maybe his grip was too light on your fingers, and you felt him lose his grip and slip away-- you might have held your whole world in your hand but he only held a tiny part of his. Like how he easily walked past you with a quick acknowledging glance, one that's no special from the glances he gave to others. And you wonder if you'll appear in their minds right before they sleep, or even appear in their dreams.

Even i wonder if i can ever cross his mind as nostalgia when he sees, hears or touches something. Or if I'll be able to meet him even if it's just in our dreams, and we wake up at the same time because of it. Sometimes I fear it when the day arrives to see him; i fear the day when i finally see the look in his eyes, as if he's just staring at no one. I fear the day to hold his hand, knowing his grip wouldn't be as intense as mine. I fear the day to realize he didn't and would never feel the same way. But darling, i look forward to seeing him, because he needs to know at least that he is loved. And that thought alone comforts me.

So right now, just looking at you, my dear, is more than enough. Just having you look me in the eyes, is more than enough. Because i believe and feel his eyes which once stared at yours, are staring back at me too.

From me, who loves him
How does it all feel to you?
Aug 2016 · 1.4k
their epilogue.
Lunar Aug 2016
[2:05a.m.]

reality hits you. no, it kisses you a good night. but you can not forget it.

it can not leave your head-- the way he held your hand, or rather the way you grasped onto his;

the way you tried to speak but panicked, or rather the way your mind figured out a thousand ways to freeze that moment in time;

the way he looked at you, or rather, the way his look was just like any other look he gave to the previous and to the next.

it was inevitable. you knew this day would come. you would thank him with no words but just that grasp on his hand, that he made you realize that you have learned to love and can love a person this much. you know you will continue to love him, but not in the same way, and he definitely won't be the person you will love as much as right now.

and the time has finally concluded: he isn't the one for you.
i would like to say this is the IV and truly final part of "The Meeting", i suppose. and i'm telling you, love is painful, but love, in one way, will always bear its fruit.

ajk x ljh

I: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1576037/him/
II: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1576052/her/
III: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1577155/them/
Aug 2016 · 1.3k
Unreturned
Lunar Aug 2016
I borrowed the book you have been yearning to read, for you, on your birthday. I never returned it in the end, just to give it to you, that you may read it forever.

I bet you have been wanting to hear the lines of that famous book being said to you out loud, by the person you love.

Little did you know that everything in that same book, are the ones which I wanted to read out and say to you.
Another friendzone writing, as i wrote this for my friend when he still loves the girl from a long time ago.
Aug 2016 · 16.6k
true love means friendship
Lunar Aug 2016
"Keep your friends close,
and your enemies closer,"
Is what they say.

But nothing hurts more than
Keeping the ones you love close,
But the one you couldn't love, closer.
it's a friend zone poem i wrote for my friend, and i still think this needs polishing.
Aug 2016 · 1.1k
Mermaid
Lunar Aug 2016
i hope you never stop loving
and visiting the ocean,
as much as i yearn
to walk with you on land.
tell me you'll still adore me
even if you can't swim;
even if it means to be caught
and to die in your hands.
i, the mermaid
am ironically drowning
in being in love
with the human called
wjh
Aug 2016 · 790
insomnia
Lunar Aug 2016
i would think of jumping sheep
but it wouldn't help me fall asleep
or listen to and read classical scores
but they don't put me to bed anymore
even to take the strongest sleeping pills
the bad thoughts and worries it could ****

but i heard your voice
you talked as i closed my eyes
it excited me like the jumping sheep
it graced my ears like the classics
but most of all

it knocked me out in an instant
i love listening to you talk, whether you're ranting or laughing or telling a good story, i'd fall asleep to your voice, wjh
Jul 2016 · 1.2k
A(rt)doring You
Lunar Jul 2016
Art would last forever
But i learned feelings don't always do
And even if i painted you in hues
With every classic medium of art
This old tradition of painting
You on my canvas
As well, would never last

And even if i used digital art now
Where it would be fast
To bring you back
Reminded me that
This love faded faster
And this advanced way
Of lauding my love for you
Would never really make me move on
Hi nicole i wrote this for you as i stared across the table and you look sad so i decided to write something for you :-)
Jul 2016 · 885
Habit
Lunar Jul 2016
"He always closes the door whenever he leaves the room."

That was one habit of his which I appreciated, knowing he was considerate enough. But I never knew I would come to detest it, or even regret loving it.

Until this morning.
He never returned.
Ok so is it weird that i got this from a good habit of wjh's to write it into a sad/bad one?

Sorry i dont get myself either on how i think up of these things.
Jul 2016 · 1.4k
What If
Lunar Jul 2016
Your broken guitars,
My finished sketchbooks--
That's how we are right now.

No more songs meant for me,
No more completed portraits of you;
We're blank and make no sound.

What if, back then, I had stayed?
What if, back then, I had fought?
Would I have loved you til the end?

What if, back then, you had found me?
What if, back then, you felt the same?
Would you have held on to my hand?
This is written from a viewpoint in the future: the time when you stopped loving him because you gave up. All because of the phrase, "What If". Because you have said "what if we are not meant to be?" in the past, now in the present and in the future, you ask yourself "what if we were meant to be?"

Written for Koreen. Please don't give up on loving him. No matter what.
Jul 2016 · 1.5k
star-crossed lovers
Lunar Jul 2016
He's the nearest, biggest star to her--
her light, her sun, is what he is.
With him, the most vibrant of days occur;
not a shade or color is missed.

And she's the morning star to him--
his gentle greeting sent from above.
With her, the celestial matter of his daily hymn;
not a note or tune unloved.

So who said stars only have to meet at night;
When the two star-crossed lovers will cross paths some way?
And who said stars only shine when it's not bright?
For them, they radiate light better in the day.
it's been a while since i've been this poetic for a friend! It's 12:36am as I post this, but let's say my mind is working as if it's noon and i just finished downing a cup of black coffee with two sugars.

Here's to N x S! And I love them both as much as the number of stars in the sky. Whether I see them or not, I know they're there and I love them, in both day and night.
Jun 2016 · 2.2k
realism
Lunar Jun 2016
tangible but not,
this was how I painted him
that I may see him everyday.
As realistic as I could,
soon I saw him stare back at me.
But then I realized:
even if his face was so close to mine,
his eyes were distant, a gaze so lost.
Even if my hands grazed over his,
our fingers wouldn't entwine, a touch so cold.
I was this close to having him by my side,
but he was still so far away.
You were realistic,
but you weren't real.
sometimes i feel a connection with paintings, as it is with those pictures of you, wjh.
Jun 2016 · 2.3k
5 centimeters per second
Lunar Jun 2016
time with him went by
5 centimeters per second:
from the games that kids play,
to the words that adults say,
from the cherry blossoms falling from the tree,
to the rain agonizingly dripping on me,
from the way our feet danced without a care,
to the way our hands are grasped pairs,
from the way i fell in love with you.
and to the way we parted
when we didn't want to.
my movie review/abstract of the japanese animated movie with the same title
Jun 2016 · 1.2k
breath of life (6w)
Lunar Jun 2016
your
carbon-dioxide
could
be
my
oxygen
Jun 2016 · 1.3k
birth of the moon
Lunar Jun 2016
you, our little prince,
who will be blowing out the candles tonight,
you, who will be making a wish,
playing with shooting stars in the sky.
sitting like the moon,
worrying and watching over everyone,
glowing like the sun,
radiating positiveness, is kind and fun.
admiring you is forever,
even after this time.
because like sun, moon and stars,
you will never lose your shine.
happy 20th, wjh!
it is rare for me to write explicitly, but i thought that the best way to describe you is how you really are, and not so much in metaphors. i struggled, i really did, writing this. i'm not used to simple phrases without a 'hidden' meaning. but i hope i did my best for you.
happy birthday, again, wjh, our little prince!
Jun 2016 · 966
predestined [20w]
Lunar Jun 2016
what if
we were meant to be
in another lifetime

but i had known you
sooner than i should have?
sometimes, i think about the girl whom you would love in the future. if she isn't me, i wonder why, in this time, i found you and fell in love with you, and for what reason could it be.
Jun 2016 · 2.2k
Sculpture
Lunar Jun 2016
You would be my sculpture.
I'd spend hours on you.
Your face had taken shape,
Your neck was molded new.
I formed your pale legs,
My clay perfect for the fit.
For days I worked on your torso,
For days I only patiently did sit.
Solidifying was real quick,
And I had to be careful.
You could break if mishandled,
I needed to be gentle.
You still had your eyes closed,
So I kissed your dry lips.
But you still couldn't hold me well,
Despite your arms around my hips.
And so I carved your hands,
And caressed them in mine,
Then finally you entwined our fingers,
At last we held back time.
To koreen and her Dearest.

An artist would make art out of the one dearest to her/him, and missing them would supply the will to finish the piece. But no matter how many sculptures, paintings and sketches I do, they can never compare to the real you. One day, I believe, you will hold my hands, and for that time to be the golden seconds of my life, I will not loosen my grip and let go.
May 2016 · 2.2k
carousel on the moon
Lunar May 2016
She loved him as if she rode on a carousel
the enchantment, the dream, the fleeting reality
of him sitting a distance from her.
No matter how much they moved,
she didn't know how to reach him
or to catch up with him.
Because once the ride ends
she has to grow up and leave,
stepping out into a world
where she's no longer the princess
and he's no longer her prince.
...
To have loved you and have left,
I will never be sure if the time will come
for me to love you again.
But I know the magic will be there
every time "I see you in the night sky
and hear your laughter in the stars"--
that I will always remember.
You don't have to be in front of me
and I don't have to see you
for us to know I love you.
Because "it is with the heart that is essential
but is invisible to the eye".
...
I love you, my prince.
And no matter how many moons are out there,
you're the first I have ventured to and admired from afar:
that make's you my moon.
i was remembering how it felt to ride the carousel while i thought of "the little prince" movie scenes playing in my head, here is my new write. quoted are from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. The sun is about to set, and I can see the moon.

Wjh, this is for you again. Sometimes my writings don't say much or don't make sense but please know I love you in every and any way.
May 2016 · 1.9k
night adventures
Lunar May 2016
we chased after each other
becoming dog-tired and yearning
to rest in each other's arms
i tried to reach out for him
my fingers almost touching his
but no matter how hard we try
we just can't seem to lock hands
i pushed at him and he did the same
i banged the wall, he called out my name
until our frustrations to hold each other
finally die down in our sleep
because he tells me i'm the light
and he's the shadow on the wall
and that is only how we can meet
i thought of this as i played with my shadow on the wall
and i imagined it was you {wjh}
May 2016 · 2.3k
moonless nights
Lunar May 2016
but what happens
if the moon
actually discovers
his real other half?

then
i'm not the half-moon
he's destined to be with.
i'm just an astronomer,
a selenophile,
lost in a love phase.
because i will still love you
even if you vanished
from my sight
and turned into
a new moon.
what if
i'll never meet him
and he'll never feel the same way
wjh, i'm surprised i love you this much.
it's not only to the moon and back,
but around, in and the moon itself
May 2016 · 1.7k
dead wishes
Lunar May 2016
to write and send a million letters to you,
then being returned back to me unread,
is like wishing on the stars in the sky,
which, in reality, are people who are dead.

wishing on falling leaves or feathers,
why must i use those things
if they themselves have fallen
from branches of life and free wings?

why would i believe in the luck of a penny,
when money can't buy your love?
the colorful palette will revert back to gray,
no matter how many rainbows are above.

there's one more thing i can wish upon;
they told me the moon's a way that's sure.
but how will my wish come true,
if it's you i'm wishing for?
to wjh,
wishing on the moon and loving you to the moon and back: how can i do it all if the moon is you?
May 2016 · 2.1k
staycation
Lunar May 2016
I tried to leave
but his hands held onto mine,
like a lost traveler,
kept in an ancient city.
He asked why
I had to go.
And I told him,
"I want to go back home".
he looked up at me,
with eyes like attractions,
which I want to visit
and take snapshots of.
My fingers traced his face
one more time,
like I'm tracing a map
of unvisited destinations.
Then he pulled me into
a homely embrace.
With his voice like a warm
and protective blanket said,
"Stay with me.
I'm your home,
And I'll be your vacation."
to j x s!
please drive safely and stay in your lane!
home is where the heart is, and it's with him.
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