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finn May 21
She stood there, looked me in the eyes
asked in a quivering, cautious cadence,

"How long do half-elves live?"

And it would have been the most heartbreaking thing
If I had still had a heart
(After that girl who was more beauty than she was living -
but it had to be done.)

But I still answered
As warm as I could
With Melora not by my side,
Not in my heart,
But, perhaps, cooking up a jambalaya
in my stump.

And in that moment
I know she would sacrifice herself
Sacrifice anything
Just to better the live of others.

That girl is a treasure
And I hope not to forget it.
wholly obsessed w dnd podcasts rn. emily and murph if u ever see this i hope i characterized moonie and meemaw alright
"MOONSHINE"

On a starry night moonshines beautifully as equally as you're. Hone, you **** gorgeous when it comes to your sound, sweet and soothing one's heart. I'm sending this to you wish I could sing you a lullaby to comfort your sleep and angels to guard and guide your dreams path. Sweetest girl. G-nite honey.
#c9_fm
annh Mar 2021


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she pins stars to the ceiling of my dreams ☉ and makes milkshakes of meteor dust and moonshine ☉ in my day, she sleeps swaddled in a billowing blue counterpane of boundless reflection ☉ in my night, she dances a path to eternity ☉ leaving me breathless and in awe of her spiralling splendour
‘That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life
in its mysterious, innate harmony.’
- Hermann Hesse, Gertrude
Eva Apr 2019
How much is your soul worth?



This is the question you decide to ask



As you gulp the Moonshine from the stranger's flask



You close your eyes and see your life in a flash



You sit on the cold, soiled concrete



Listening to the quietness that comes with defeat.



You hate yourself but point the finger



At everyone else, hoping your anguish won't linger.



You feign innocence and ignorance as if all the bad will disappear.



You use ***, drugs, and Moonshine to dry your tears



But on nights like this, the truth is hard to shake



So you stay out late and overuse yourself til you quake



Then the moon and the stars shine down on you



And you feel sorry for yourself as sorry people do.



Nothing is left inside of you; you're hollow



You're on your own, you're bent and spent; no direction to follow.



There's no point in asking how much your soul is worth



When clarity has come to you and the answer has already been unearthed.
Ray Dunn Mar 2019
Moonshine
Burnt tongues
Bile
Such a thirst

Too bright
I look up
Eyes burn
Too dark

Midnights
Goosebumps
When did I get here?
How?

Cold drink
I see you
Silhouetted
In the moonshine

I take another sip
We’ve all been drunk, we know that feeling haha
I sink...


I sink...



I drown
The soft glisten of the moon
Reflecting off my drowning pool
Speaks for us both;
A reflection of a reflection
So beautifully distraught
In an identity crisis of the century--
The moon looks in the mirror
And only sees the sun,
She has lost all dignity
That she kept so dear.
The ripples of my love and I
Slipping into the sea are no differnt.
She looks into me and sees me drown
And feels no differnt than I.
Tears stream down the face of the moon
And the rain trickles onto the sea.
Our bubbles are the memories
Slowly drifting from the mouth
Slipping away to the surface.
My love swims to the top to breath
Yet I am here, sitting at the bottom
Of the great blue sea,
Breathless from her sight,
Forged together by unfought tears
And the pressure of its depth.
I watch as you swim to the moon
And bathe in her forlorne light
Breathing, time and time again.
For I will watch all night long
And then go to sleep in the morn.
sol Oct 2018
Hello, Moon,
bright and blue.
Stars shine bright,
just for you.

Hello, Moonlight,
soft and kind,
to keep me company
this lonely night.

Hello, Moonshine,
bitter as sweet wine.
To the stars on my tongue,
I whisper of a dream
as I let sleep come.
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