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Danial John Feb 2018
The Luna moth is “born” without a mouth.
Because of this, the moth lives only one week.
It’s sole purpose is to find a mate and reproduce.
Now, some see this as a beautiful love story.
A heroic, single minded search for “the one.”
Yet, couldn’t it more accurately be described as a frantic race against death fought by a starving creature unable to vocalize, to speak, or to eat only to fulfill some poorly understood animalistic urge?
Where is the beauty in that?
Is it still there?
... yes...
Truly this insignificant creature can then be a representation of the live of countless lost souls who cannot seem to speak or nourish themselves.
For aren’t all souls, in some way, malnourished mutes?
Simply wishing to connect,
To share,
To be whole.
And, just as with souls, do all Luna moths succeed in their mission?
No.
But the beauty is not in success, it’s in the often futile fight against insurmountable odds,
Fatally flawed design,
And the grim reaper itself... time.
So take flight and soar.
Continue the futile battle.
Make greatness out of the struggle.
And maybe, just possibly
With enough persistence,
Skill,
And luck
You could be one of the few that reach their goals.
However, chances are you are like me...
One of the countless souls that failed.
Continue we shall, for if we don’t, our lives are utterly meaningless.
For even if we never reach the summit, we still try.
We become inspiration for the others, some of which succeed.
So in a very real way, we can achieve some level of glory through them.
We are the foundation.
The ground on which the broad shouldered giants stand.
The ground that nourishes the the flora which feeds the grubs whom become Luna moths.
Who will take our place and ... occasionally...
succeed.
Happier than I seem
zackery jennings Dec 2017
a lost soul going thru the motions
on and on work and work
time to move on

who is that
a stranger yet so familiar
memories of a love forever lost

took the bait
hooked thru
blinded by a ghost of the past

darkness surrounds the oblivious soul
encroaching maddening little by little
darkness goes deeper and dark

twas but a demon in sheep's clothing
all feeling gone
the soul wanders lost
i found i got with a girl because she reminded me of someone i love who is now gone but her actions and treatment showed me who she really was
jorden bonney Feb 2017
Smile on my face,
Joy in my voice,
Radiating this feeling of love,
Don't you see I'm a better actor,
Then the ones in the movies.

Deep inside,
Hidden by all your eyes,
Lies my undeniable,
Feeling of wanting to die.

I was young and so lovable,
I didn't know my father,
Could be so diabolical.

It happened once,
You know it will happen again,
I was so small and fragile,
I didn't wanna let him in.

I loved him,
He was my dad,
So why was he doing this to me?

Tear soaked pillows,
Puffy eyes,
I didn't know what to do,
So I hid behind tremendous lies.

I felt ashamed,
And *****,
I needed to hide.
I felt like I had a sign on my forehead,
That said,
I'm weak please don't show any pity.

You always looked at me,
With your  judgmental eyes,
You never took the time to wonder why?

You pushed,
You shoved,
You tore me down,
You didn't even stop and think,
Is this damaging?

I'm fine thanks for asking,
He's gone,I'm done with all my hurting.

— The End —