One minute after midnight
      black is the dominant color.
One minute after midnight
      people begin to stargaze.
One minute after midnight
      warm hearts are filling up

— the midnight moon.

All of these began when I first met you. I became curious with the movement of stars, planets, and moon.

Will it bring me luck?
Will it bring me sadness?
Or will it bring me anxiety?

The movement of the whole universe turn out to be good then it felt like the moon was talking to me.
It all turns out that you’re my moon. The sun’s gold light reflected on you and made me shine for I am your star.

The midnight moon kept our minds awake and conversations are filled with warm hearts.

Endless goodnights that lead to more talking and laughing. Random topics are opened, and some secrets were revealed. You kept me safe during the times I was so scared because of the loneliness that lives with me for I felt like I was the only star. It felt like I didn’t saw my own self shine for I always saw the moon shine —I always see you shine.

I thank, you, for letting me realize that I too, myself— the star, can shine in it’s own ways.

My friend,
My love,
My moon,

Thank you for always being here, through lightest or darkest times you proved me that you never really left me. I hope this will last for long until the world stops revolving. Until the world will never show the beauty of day and night.
archana Apr 5
seashore and sea trucks all clanking their way
with my demons swinging their clubs at bay
the street lights flicker, the shade now the colour
of your pale mellow skin. i bleed in the colour of
the sea, maybe a bit of a whale blue and a tinge of a
seaweed. but the essence is still the smell of your
cigarettes. how can trucks that chug down Pondicherry
smell like typhoons flavoured like berries?
simple flowers that are dying. dry and sore, almost
like how i assume my face is a bore.
i can't do much now can i? i cry here and there
and lift myself and walk with a weak flair
and it's not that bad, because the anagram of my
love put the other way is lifeless.
how nothing can make me so much you ask
its because i kept running away from demons
why you ask, again, because i always loved my demons,
the way i loved your name, so why the race?

because now all my demons have your face.
inthewater Apr 1
not because it's full
but
because
you

s
     p    i
                 l            l
                                        e     d
                                                                me.
sometimes you have to be hurt to know how to help others
little do this known,
power lies within
the faint, airy sighs
of Sunday nights;

within the showers
of years keeping
bottles of searing
anguish;

within every single
bleeding cut of
a miserable fall;

within the loud
war cry for a
quest of long
lost gaiety.

sunrises and
sunsets pass,
and so
these things;

yet power,
stays within.

ーcursedreveries.
here's to all the people facing hardships and dealing with life, i know it's hard, but i know you can get through this! and remember, you are not alone! you got this! :)
Genesee Mar 19
Commitment
That word alone scares me
Because I've had to deal with people
Abandoning me , leaving me
Having me pick up my broken pieces on my own
So thought of someone staying
Confuses me because they say '' I'll stay ''
But every single time like clockwork
Suddenly it turns into silently leaving me and
Abandoning me out of no where
So yes the word and actual commitment
scares me to the point where I am the one
to leave first to spare myself the hurt
And of course from what I've seen
everyone says they will stay but in reality
once one is vulnerable and shows someone all the reasons
not to stay along with the brokenness
that is their past
Of course they all leave
That's what I deserve / All I'm used to  
So why should I expect you to stay
Back it up with your actions
- excerpt from a book I'll never write
Kush Feb 13
My hands reached for yours
Holding them in between
Just like it happened
In all dreams, I had seen

You smiled; I smiled
"You are beautiful," I said
"No. You are." You said
As if in protest.
...
Kush Feb 13
I see war movies
in the night a little late
That's only place I find
People with greater pain

I see it when I'm sad
I see it when I feel disabled
I see it when I need pals
I see it to feel less miserable

I saw a man in wildfire
And another burning it
There was one in vicious smoke
There was one making it

I saw the little devil blast
I saw lots of flying metal
I saw men killing fellow men
And it squinched my heart a little

Men lost their lives in war
Some only died half
Curse with a lot worse
They'll have to die in parts

Love doesn't pierce your flesh
Or leave any visible scars
But for I know and all I know
I'd rather be at war
I got lost in the road map creases of your palms,


and the stromatic streets of your irises,


and the bar needle, compass cracks of your lips,


and as I looked for shelter,

I found myself walking in circles;

wrapped around your 


finger.


((((((((acquiesced))))))))
Annatman Jan 28
What could have been
But never was
The past is gone
I let it pass

So many chances
Never taken,
Did I miss out?
Should I keep waiting?

To seize the day
You must be brave
I was afraid,
Is it too late?

The easy way
Is to stay still -
Maybe someday
Love will appear
Practicing rhyming, obviously it is a work in progress.
Fuck sensibility
I need sensitivity
emotions
that pour
as black
as tar
from
the ashes
of our complexity.
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