#moonshine
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 beautiful 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 lives of others.
That girl is a treasure
And I hope not to forget it.
May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
"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
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 6:40 PM UTC
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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
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:06 AM UTC
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.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
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
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
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.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
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.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
His gaze is constant
as the moon shining
over me, yet welcoming
in its soft glow.
When all are present, this
light shines unnoticed,
but in the solitude of
the night I bask
in its radiance.
His soul is bright
though he is distant,
loving best from afar...
Ever so often, I feel
the touch of his gentle kiss
on my cheek,
and like a moth
I glide silently
through the night
under the protection of
his gaze.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
People don't like me because I make terrible moonshine.
Nobody in their right mind wants this whiskey of mine.
I've received a lot of angry phone calls, and some pretty nasty letters.
People say that when it comes to my shine, horse **** tastes better.
A city slicker actually called my moonshine slop.
He felt he'd been ripped off so he called the cops.
The police arrested him too for buying the moonshine in the first place.
His stupidity got him jail time, you should've seen the look on his face.
My shine is so terrible that the Surgeon General has started putting a warning label on every bottle.
If you drink my 130 proof moonshine, you won't walk straight for days, when you walk, you will waddle.
My shine will knock your head off, it's sure not as mild as a malt.
I've warned you about my shine so if it makes you go blind, it will be your fault.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
Lost between words, buried by thoughts.
Tonight the distiller is dripping moonshine I drown my sorrows in.
The smoke of ****** marijuana mixed with tobacco takes over the gallery.
A handful of souls still awake. One thing in common we all have, the dream of freedom.
Killers, robbers, dealers, here one is no different than the next.
All government merchandise.
With the late hours of the night comes the silence.
As silence takes over, the hypnotic sound of the moonshine dripping from the distiller take one’s thoughts on a journey deep inside the mind.
Little by little the bottle fills up as the mind empties.
It is time the ghosts visit. Time to leave this place with them.
Cruising the known world in my mind. To be with the loved ones, at least on my imagination.
They seem to show up in waves. She is usually the first one. We talk, we dance, take long walks, but is never enough.
There is so much to know about her still.
Then come the friends, family. Eventually some actual ghosts even.
Slowly the moonshine and the writing give place to sleep.
The chance of meeting her in my dreams, moonshine inebriated.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
They have different shapes
They were all different
But still they were beautiful
They dance with the stars in the sky
And bring the lonely night
With their moonshine to life.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
All I want is some sunshine
But I was not ready
Maybe if I drink this moonshine
My words will become heady.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
A tease.
Yellow bees.
Plumb.
Twinkling ***
Eleven.
Where is heaven.
Who creates.
The gates.
The sky.
Through the eye.
Clouds.
Crowds.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
moonshine, puzzles, kryptonite
they will surely take me down
they'll push me left, they'll push me right
shoving me round and round
they'll fill my head like a willing cup
confusing me till I don't know
which end is down, which end is up
as I'm stumbling to and fro
can you blame me for being cautious
can you see it's not just a dream
they'll cause me to be very nauseous
polluting my very bloodstream
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relax,
since two out of three are rarely found
the other you need not be around
I guess you're safe for now
but to keep you from having a cow
I'll help keep a watch for them, anyhow
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
He’s got natural rhythm, a girl in a red dress, a suit of clothes, a hat and a silk vest,
A set of brogues, a packet of cigarettes, a 20 dollar bill with no regrets.
He’s got a fast mouth, a slick deck of cards, chequered blues and a V8 ford;
He’s got jazz, gospel, and ragtime too: a carpet bag and a jug for *****
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik!
He’s got it, he’s got Jake,
His feet will roam from town to town.
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik, Sheik!
He’s the devil with a big black snake,
Your feet may never leave this town; not alive anyway!
For he’s on the board walk,
She’s on the board walk,
We’re on the board walk now!
He’s got mojo, see him switch and walk, a winning smile, a stick of chalk,
He’s a hot shot, man about town, his skin is sweet and his eyes are brown,
He’ll strut that rooster, beat them gums, take cash or cheque before she comes.
He’s got jazz, gospel, ragtime too, a carpet bag and a jug for *****
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik!
He’s got it, he’s got Jake,
His feet will roam from town to town,
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik, Sheik!
He’s the devil and no mistake
Your feet may never leave this town; not alive anyway!
For he’s on the board walk,
She’s on the board walk,
We’re on the board walk now!
Song Link: https://youtu.be/l5papPgYaBc
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
moonshine overflows
from night's infinity pool.
rare are such delights.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
moon time
star shine
echoes in my bones
can't feel my toes
hearing your voice is a shot of adrenaline
and not the good kind
my body rattles through the silence
and meteors shower my soul
memories are too raw to call
but they come without beckoning
in flashes meteors tear through the atmosphere
and i lay immobile as they become a camera shutter
one flash... and there is your smile, a lopsided grin
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
Scream,
"You will not defeat me,"
from the summit of your lungs
This
arterial winter
is all over and all done
I want the rain to smother us,
one nose to another
sharing the air
at the corner of Fifth and Couch
I want the silence between us
sinking heavily
while enjoying
the rare absence of spoken word
I want you filling my chest
with the bumps that were
lost to view some time ago,
like we share phantom sensations
from before we knew love
Scream,
"Return my youth to me,"
acid dripping from your tongue
We can sing in song
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
sitting on my couch
in deep, constant reflection
i fell this overwhelming peace.
this warmth and glow in my body
i'm curious to know it's origins
then as i turn my gaze upwards
i'm a bit cheerful to realize
it's apple pie moonshine
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
"we paddled
out into a
steady pour
of moonshine.
you reflected
the absurdity
of an anchor
floating in
the ruin of
my mind."
|| shoo.shu||
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
Our family got the news today
Our bubba's gettin' hitched
Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen
Got our boy bewitched
He's sayin' that he loves her
He's making her his bride
She's the first to get him this close
Though not too many tried
We've got to get things ready
Send invitations and make candles
We've got to get the good jars out
The one's that still have handles
The minister is on alert
We've got to make some shine
Grandpa says he'll make some up
But, it will not all be mine
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
This time there'll be no shotgun
Like the last time for old Ben
This time the guns are empty
Not the way they were back then
The banjos will be tuned up
There'll be music in the air
The cops won't try to stop it
I think most will all be there
The ladies will be planning
Just how to serve up all the grub
While Bubba has to find a suit
And therein lies the rub
He's never worn a suit at all
Not even for a day
He's only dressed in coveralls
And that's how he's gonna stay
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
It'll be a **** dang doodle
A hell of a good time
It'll only be completed
When they run out of the shine
there'll be singing and some dancing
Underneath the harvest moon
We can't wait for it to happen
It cannot come too soon
There'll be readings from the bible
Which the minister will read
And as good holy Christians
Everyone will heed
There's sure to be some fighting
Before the couple say "I do"
I mean, they are both cousins
I'm gonna go...aren't you?
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
Today I got called moonshine.
I took it to heart, for a moment
until it dawned that no one is ever
warmed by the moon.
Moon's don't leave
a yellow glow on your skin and
none content with their lives can
hold its gaze for more then a
single moment.
I wish I could love what you said
but I have a feeling you like the night
just as much as I and with you still here,
I can't see the light.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC