#moonchild
seven freckles
stretched across the expanse
of a mystery
when the wind would pick up
she would dance with her shadow
and her twirling reminded the moon of its celestial duties
she held the milky ways in her lungs
and the stars in her eyes
and every day as the sun bid farewell
long, dark, outstretched arms awaited her
a receding tide of centuries of patience
of forgetting
of rewriting
she asked herself often
if she was born for this world
or if it was born for her
as leaves simpered at the brief graze of her skin
and nebulas spilled from her fingertips
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 11:08 PM UTC
miscellaneous matter
clouds,earth,air
stars blurred
into phospenes;
spaced out,
dark
eyes gazed
at the Moon,
plummeting
deeper
deeper still,through an
embrasure in time,
as life
shatters
into smithreens
fragments
of yestreen
strewn
about
mirroring
the stars
in silver slivers
of lightyears
as moon swam
in liquid dark eyes
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
An orb of silver,
Shimmering in the sky
Reflecting the light
Of the sun we so adore.
Full of light at her end
She's a dime to behold
when she's in full bloom
And a smile to adore
When she is but a crescent
The words I use to describe her,
Will tell you how I feel.
How could I not be infectuated,
When she watched over my birth
When nobody else did.
She's was a shoulder to cry on
When nobody else was,
and was a subject to write about
When nobody else was.
So I write to her in vain,
And I sing about her in vain,
And think of her when I wake,
Cause I've tied her to my fate.
My efforts to get her attention,
Have all drowned out In vain...
Or atleast that's what I thought,
for what else could be,
When her silence is all i bought.
But You See today is the day,
She responds to my words
and my advances in kind...
You see I wanted her to smile
when her form was in full,
and Shine bright when it was not...
All signs of effections,
she could not achieve,
but with a lunar eclipse
There's an emotion she can express,
Just for me...
A sign, a reaction,
an emotion of effections
For her treasured cancerian.
When her cheeks blush a light red,
I'll know the reach of my words
To have touched a soul so far beyond
The reach of my own.
She will have said all she needs to,
And I'll rest fully assured,
knowing the love of my life,
had blushed at my birth.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
take this road
to the moon
take his hand,
the moon child,
cause that’s how
its supposed to be
all this pain
all this sorrow
that’s our destiny
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
I walk through the shadows of the night Under the glowing light
The mysteries of the moon mystify my mind
Shed light to my soul
Engulf my spirit to the core of the earth bringing me closer to my inner being
Fine tuned to the rhythm of the ocean
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Moonchild
they call me
cause i lie awake
at night
and
talk to the
moon
Not daring
to drift
away
for my mind
scares
me
The
moon
will be my
sweet
salvation
The precious
moon
who keeps me company
when my mind
is ready
to
self
implode
and no one
can piece me
together
The
moon
will watch over me
like i
never
could
like no one
ever
would
My home
is a
crater
on the moon
where i am
shielded
from
my own
mind
They call me
moonchild
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Little by little you were
hiding
the eyes of the hunter
are in so much pain now;
I get what you hold
is never in common.
Oh, you look like a beauty
which remained hidden
in dark;
there’s a reason why
these eyes can’t carry
a whole part...
Piece by piece I look now
these dark trees are
welcoming now.
Tell me what more magnificent
can be?
Each word,
your praise
I think I will swallow
you in this mere darkness.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
the moon rises and soothes my heated skin
red and blistered from the sun’s brutal eyes
harsh and judging giving me no blink of a break
a gentle touch caresses and heals my peeling cheeks
staring directly into such hot eyes leaves a piercing feeling through the back of my skull and an orange glow over my pupil
the moon’s soft glow allows my eyes to open wide with wonder no fear of being blinded
warm pleasant air keeps me from freezing underneath that pretty white glow
in daylight the wind is vicious and whips me in the face hurting where I’m already burned
a whole night for me to heal
only to be blistered again
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Your presence is passive
Only a few see your passion
As those who overshadow you
Always seem brighter
Your beauty shines just as much
Though differently, in the moments
When most are unaware
You are one whose mind flourishes in the dark
Or whose love gives more
After the sun has left
Through late night talks
Or late night thoughts
You are a comforting light
To those who seek it
As you stay with them in their darkness
You are the child
Of the man in the moon
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
I remember the night the moon got huge and then faded to black
I spoke to you in my belly and wished for you to love the sky like I do
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
It's always the same with you
You keep me up all night
Tossing and turning
Asking questions about things that don't make sense at all
It's always been this way with you
The tides of my heart
A storm in my mind
My obsession , my love , my star
My moon
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
Looking up
a glass ceiling
my heart encased
darkness hovering
pitch black
& inked
a lake of illuminated
white clouds
silently watching
a drifting ~
iridescent glow
offering
enlightenment
radiating
like a Gods hands
stretching the
stained canvas
in beautiful sadness
dreamlike landscapes
Sky & Earth merge
an acquisition
of shattered tears
through a looking glass
a ghostly shadow
breath-taking
everything clear
in mirrored skies
a face ~
ducking out
masked,
cloaked
& hidden
from
the
night.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always well tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees.
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Sectioning out the number of loses in my
History from exs to family,
There's a thing called holy Trinity,
Hope my life will get better soon from all the
Healing,
If there was a chance,
Id take it,
I'm ready and willing,
I usually stay out of problems that my neighborhood
Portrays,
Got a bundle full of fake friends that simply know
My name,
Had to hold on to the memories of prices I paid,
But after awhile I got tired and just perished away,
Now that I'm operation ghost I can not speak to anyone,
Stay inside everyday and paranoia is really fun,
Sarcasm is one of the things I picked up from this
Experience,
I'm changing all of my appearances to something
More conspicuous,
This is getting more and more ridiculous,
And I just keep fighting this anxiety while I stay
Anonymous,
Staying hidden from the world, no more psychiatrists,
You think I'm missing sanity well I'm not missing this,
I just hope I'm in the clear.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Sick to stomach about the things that
I lack frequently so,
I put my life on the line for myself in order to grow,
I have no job , I have no life , I have no purpose in
Hand,
Haven't learned all the proper facts in life
To become a man,
Facing anxiety and depression , I don't know what
Is real,
I try to tell them but they don't understand how I must
Feel,
So in the future I realize that I have to live alone,
No calls , no text or even a use of a phone,
I missed my chance at success and I will never get it
Back,
I mess up everything, I'm a wreck and that is a strong
Known fact,
Non of these teens around here have the curse that I do
Meanwhile,
I write to release the pain of being figured out,
So I'm disgusted,
With my life,
You can't be trusted,
God will smite,
If your just worthless to everybody that you don't
Really Like.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Never seen you here before until today with your
Smile and your grace , and your style , and your face
Looking at me as I stare into the dark corridors,
Your pride melted like cheap smores that devoured
Souls of their assisters and brother keepers , we don't
Ignore the way they treat us,
I got the remedy In case your anxiety comes like a
Sequel in hopes to hide the truth to a better meaning,
That's lethal,
Never seen such light like yours ,
Your neon's peaking,
Earthquake your fate into a mistake that Carry's weight
And extra baggage so that you won't get a date to who
Is just right or average.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I know you like the shoes on my feet,
Walking into trouble,
I'm learning everything I could possibly
Know about all of our existences that reside
In smokey flamed wood alleys getting the
Alcohol out of our systems and fornicate on
Who to blame for adultery,
But the only thing on your mind is to blame
And insult me,
I got nothing against you or your armada honey,
Life is already bad enough for us all apparently,
Cause I've been chasing the rain and it shoots the
Roses away from all of the chaos and mischief just
Sitting right at our door steps while handing guns
To the teenagers that don't know any good,
I guess that's why they call it the hood,
(Static).
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
Oh
How the satin essence of glowing white
blankets the chilling night
with such warmth
and such love
does the wood feel
as animals lay tonight
in a deep and peaceful slumber
caressing the deep wood
in effortless affection
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
If he can't pick strings or stroke keys, no thanks.
If he can't write of me like I write of him, no thanks.
If he can't see I'm not when I say I'm fine, no thanks.
If he can't give me his last dime, without batting an eye, if he cant offer his last shred of hope, of warmth when I have none, no thanks.
If he can't drop to his knees, and beg for mercy, if he can't put trust in something above working for him, no thank you.
If he can't see the worlds I see, if he think I'm only crazy and not blessed, no thank you.
If he can't tango in foreign tongue, if he lacks the bite of the purple travel bug, no thank you.
If he's not for me always, no thank you.
I aim for a life of love, of absolute trust that I will never find myself stranded with his cubs in a scenario he has control of.
I aim for a life of undying passion and inspirations, to ignite our life, to teach our young that there is nothing stopping them but themselves.
If he's not all of the above, no thank you..
And if he is, I beg of my creator to cleanse me and make me worthy of such a gift, thank you.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Just cuz I don't speak on it doesn't mean everyday isn't a struggle. Through the praying the smiling the laughing the dreaming.. You're always there looming in my heart. As if your presence relegated to long term memory is not scarce enough, you want to take that from me. Tainting our past with sour casts. Calling our fated love a facade, then how did it happen that such rare people found in each other what's identical? Have you no faith in God?
Let me have the good memories, stop flicking anger onto them, ******* all my oxygen away when I need to be deep breathing the winds of hope. You can take the bad memories and go. Be gone with what I guess you came here for. I'll bask in what's left, what was once mine and will be again when he says so, in God's time, a man who truly loves me through all my craziness.
You have established once more that he will not be you even though no one's asking.. but don't try to take away that it was. Or I don't have much chance of hoping that such a thing can happen in my life again, with another. Otherwise all I have left is this piercing paranoia, that any man that loves me is only doing so until he changes his mind, about who I am and who he is and what we are.
You can still love me from afar. Love yourself and find peace, even if you cannot have me, or don't want me. I could love oceans over, mating sporadically with all that is in me, you thought so too, when you said you wanted to take care of me. You don't want that now.. We have established that. You want to soar amongst sea spray with no threads attached to your heart to tangle you up. Let me have what is mine, our memory. If you want to deny that it was always worth it, do so in your own mind. Leave me out of it. Please..
I prefer not to bare my soul in real time, but if you want to be written instead of being forthright and calling me, fine. Have it your way.. Goodbye. If you don't ever want to see me again, go. Walk forward and stop writing about tumultuous romance, tumultuous calm, whatever you call it. Just go.
My bloods already spotting the floor. The wound that bleeds wanting for the goodbye I am worthy of. Just go. But don't expect me to never post the poems I've been writing these months when they're golden. I was holding off until you heal so you would not find them so torturous. If you see them, please don't respond, if your reflections are clouded in anger, not God.
You are the most perfect beautiful creature I have known under your anger, the happiness of life lives just on the other side of it. I just want to be happy as I can be without you. Don't punish me because that's possible. You really don't get just how special you are, and that the agony is mutual. You don't get to judge how I handle abandonment, how I cope, how I survive the loss of you.
I should not have to state the obvious, that I am in pain. It should go without saying, stop twisting the blade. You left, so go. I prefer silence over knives, every time. There's no shame in turning back to glance me as your lover or friend, unless it's just to taunt me. If that's all that is, be gone. I really don't need 101 reasons why you're leaving. Just leave me with my memories. Please. And another thing..
Make it difficult as you want, I will still climb through life loving you, cuz that's what I was born to do. To heal all you broken people by loving you just the same as if all your **** was sorted out, cuz all you broken people are already living inside me. You are me. How could I turn my cheek on you in the same breath that I love me? It doesn't work like that.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
"..I will stand my ground, for I am no craven. Call out to me with your soft voice and breathe into me. I am overcome endorphins and am left no choice because in this moment I can say to you that I will rejoice.. Now back to a fluid. GLANCING OVER your hand gliding with concentration, determination sliding from your eyes through your fingertips and the glow of moonlight on your skin only accentuates your hips and where am I going thinking about your lips? We're so innocent. Bask with me in our tumultuous calm, we are a paradox that cannot be wrong because my eyes are wide open and you are the one inspiring me to be strong."
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC