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The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.

I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”

I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.

She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?

What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
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Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/18/25:
Meritorious = deserving of honor, praise, and esteem

You gotta see this:  https://youtu.be/ELJhKli-dmk
A May 2020
What is it that makes me me?

Am I;
The angry girl?
Or the depressed?
The dyslexic
Or the gay?
The kind,
Or ******?
The manipulative,
Or the naive?

What is it that makes me me?

Tough question,
I change a lot.
I’m all of the above
And none of the above

Who am I?

I’m inconsistent,
And a pain
And a good friend
I was talking to a new friend, where we were trying to get to know each other. As it turned out, I didn’t even know myself....

Shout out to M-E for helping me with the poem, and for being a new friend!
Arthur Clack Jan 2020
[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular

I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest
this is the second poem that I have written so any advice would be nice
Aisha Jan 2020
This is to the boy I write about,
his sharp features and
crippling inconsistency,
the way his name rolls off my tongue
like he’s home and heartache,
crafted into one.

This is to the boy I write about,
He is faintly poetic, and
Unlike what I write, he is raw.
He’s the face of everything
I have yearned for,
he is the face of everything I’ve lost.

This is to the boy I write about,
Whose touch is like fire
and words are vanilla.
Whose honey eyes pierce
into mine too fast, and
make me crash too hard.

This is to the boy I write about,
Whom I borrowed
some pieces of history with
and left the memories on replay,
whom I fell in love with,
forgetting he didn’t know
what love is.

This is to the boy I write about,
Are we playing, honey?
Is any of it real?
When; Where does it end?
And who do we become when it does?

This is to the boy I write about,
A warning, a sign;
Do not fall for me.
I am chaos for your heart,
And we’ll destroy each other
in the heavenly way possible.
And we will understand
When we fall apart,
Why storms are named after people.
My poems are about him, even when they are not.
Seb May 2018
The cold burns.
It's so cold I'm numb,
but it stings.

Sleeping makes me tired.
When I don't sleep I feel more alive than ever,
while feeling completely exhausted.

The loudest sounds deafen us.
And while everything is quiet,
the smallest things are loud.

I scream and nobody comes to my aid,
but i whisper and the world hears what i say.

The greatest of Stories,
occur in the darkest of times.
But the biggest of tragedies unfold,
when all is fine.

It's inconsistent
Randi Jan 2017
Time is terrible
in the sense
that it is never
consistent.
It favors you
one moment
and betrays you
the next.
It gives you
hope
for a second—
crushing it
in an instant.
Years of happiness
can come
crumbling down
in a tick.
thoughts from when i was seated in a quiet spot facing a lake
Julia Mae Dec 2016
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i am so exhausted by consistently loving you while you inconsistently "love" me
"your love is such a swamp, you don't think before you jump"
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