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yıldız Aug 9
[...] like a moth that would do anything to reach its light, here you fight for our love. Like a moth blinded by the beauty of the light, unaware of the harm the light could do to it, you never give up fighting for our love. But why do you put yourself through this pain?
i am sorry
Jay M Mar 10
As a moth to a flame
So to the call she came
A walk entranced
Each step her hips sway
Almost as though she danced
Through the ever-present mist
Gone is the light of day
Only the shine of the moon
As her hands reach forth
Twist to grasp for warmth
Toll of the lunar noon
Cross into the time
Of the approaching dawn.

- Jay M
March 10th, 2022
Sometimes, we are but moths to unseen flames; seek them out, and you shall find the most peculiar things.
Gea Venise Jan 9
"The closer the moth is to the flame,
the higher the chance it'll burn."

If you think the light
could hurt the moth,
but the moth thinks otherwise,
who's to say it's not a happy ending?

If the last thing the moth wanted to do
was touch the light,
death
in the form of warmth and comfort
comes upon touching it.

Wouldn't it be a beautiful way to die,
still?
MsRobota Sep 2021
I've got spiders crawling inside my head
They've got me like a moth struggling against their webs

And it's so hypnotizing the way I suffer
And it's so comforting the way I punish myself
MsRobota Sep 2021
I've got spiders crawling inside my head
They've got me like a moth struggling against their webs

And it's so hypnotizing the way I suffer
And it's so comforting the way I punish myself
Nigdaw Aug 2021
she pirouettes on the edge of shadows
dancing in the light
danger lurks in dark corners
beauty unappreciated
the only colour in the room
seen only as a meal
begging for the trap
of silken ropes tied tight
around a beautiful body
so life can be snuffed out
I take my shower and watch
should I intervene
or let nature take it's course
Norman Crane Aug 2021
crazy moth crashes
against the bright hot light bulb
until it's ashes
Nigdaw Aug 2021
I swat futilely at the moth
whose larvae happily eat
my bedroom carpet
here for my nightly ritual
antacid
teeth clean
bed
suddenly I wonder
at my own mortality
where is this all going
then I smell it again
odour of rancid sweat
only in one small area
but no mistake
it feels as though the moths
and someone have unfinished
business here
a carpet to eat
a life not long enough
to achieve everything
still hanging on
not quite ready to leave
so maybe we never have enough time
to be satisfied
still, no heartburn tonight
and my breath is minty fresh
(I can almost hear those buggers chewing
as I go to sleep)
Norman Crane Aug 2021
why do you have wings
if not to fly? /  for me to
pin you down by—
Diljeev May 2021
No more sinking in your eyes
no whispers in my ears,
perhaps it should've
stayed with me
in all my years,
it's the next best thing,
in this world of lies.
In each waking moment,
in every drop of daylight
fading you are,
stains on a wet cloth,
burning you are,
I embrace, I hold fast
embracing the dying light,
saving it with all my life,
a yearning moth.
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