Luna - Hello Poetry

Luna Sep 2018

The monologue of the dead kid- written at 2 am

I sit in the field
Where once myriads of gladiolus grew
Now—
There’s nothing but a heap of dried up grass here
In this barren space,
This isolated being.

Reckoning—
A shadow with a bone jaw
Gaps wide at me,
Baring it’s teeth.

Last of my breath
He draws me

Luna Sep 2018

Guilt

It pulls me down
Under—
The endless pile of sand;
A bottomless sea

It hangs above me,
The clock hand moving—
Tick-tock

Water beads lace my palm
[they get sweaty]
Agitated—
Ashamed

For what I did

-guilt

Ok so I was told to write a poem for my psychology class on an “unique” emotion we felt. I decided to go with ‘guilt’. I tried my best to pin down my feelings. I hope it’s something relatable, something we all can feel. If I did something wrong or maybe need some improvision please tell me. I need to work a lot on my emotion writing part :)

Luna Sep 2018

A poem against child marraiage

Seven suns around my four walls
Are all to me there is

Tumbling down
I crack the floor
Which holds my past footprints

A shade of yellow, white and red
Is all there is now

And sacred fire burning
The burden off my parents

Imprinted
My sound besides someone else
And
Hands on the seven suns around my four walls —

The eight one
Never to be seen

#childmarraiage

Luna Sep 2018

i don’t wanna be myself anymore

My father tells me that
I can make the most out of nothing
But
They tell me that
I am nothing
But thorns that ***** the skin

My mother tells me that
I am the sweetest harmony
Ever sung
Yet
They leave a note
In my desk
Saying
I am disgusting

And I am lost on my way
To find a sky I can call my own
My numerous footsteps
Make a perfect circle

It seems as if my roots
Are undone
And stuck
At the same moment.

Luna Sep 2018

Ashamed

“Aren’t you ashamed?”
-
A clip of voice hangs around me,
Whispers me its mind.
Faceless shadows
[like a black void]
Yet again surround me
With a gaping mouth.
I have pieces of cloth
Covering every bit of me,
And long hair curtaining
All jagged edges.

No escaping the wrongness inside me.
-
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“You are repulsive”
“You don’t deserve to eat more”

— The End —