#themoon
When it's night-time
I look up the sky
to admire the moon,
Hoping I would see the golden shining stars in the dark,
How nice it is to see the moon
when it's dark outside,
When it's no longer day-time, the moons shines like a silver diamond,
People love the moon because of the way it looks,
The moon is always bright!
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 12:04 PM UTC
He watches the moon day by day,
Observing its nightly display.
But he doesn't quite see,
That the moon shines for him, wild and free.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
02/01/25
The new moon looking down,
Peacefully and motherly,
Observing,
unaware of her beauty,
With her loyal bright subject shining nearby,
The weak lights below twinkling with envy trying to compete,
The painted sunset peaking through the dark skeletons of the trees,
Framing her and completing the picture,
The ugly cars and buildings trying to hide the warm orange light beneath her,
But they could never win.
Eventually the thick lace of clouds slowly swallow up the orange,
turning yellow,
Then teal,
Finally resting at blue,
Putting the sun to sleep,
Although it is too beautiful for us to witness,
Leaving the moon to watch over.
- JJ
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
Peter (my bf) flew away early this morning,
like Shakespeare’s eagle, “leaving no tracks.”
Now I lie here, as a leftover or Millais’ drowned ‘Ophelia’.
That’s an image ripped from adolescent, female visual culture.
Time‘s adversarial magic drags us ever future-wise,
eroding sweet moments we would cling to.
Shall we poetize?
I want a quiet afternoon,
on the bright side of the moon.
It’s an actual-factual place,
convenient, in close outer space,
like mythical Elysium, Shangri-La or Valhalla
where I’d still be intertwined with my fella,
like characters from literature or legend.
A place where “I’ll get to it tomorrow,”
is, alas, an everlasting pass,
because on the dusty, unreeling moon,
tomorrow never arrives,
our lovers never have to go,
and we can relax, ******** clothed,
simply enjoying the everlasting earthrise.
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Songs for this:
To The Moon by Meghan Trainor
Moon River by Frank Ocean
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC
dust has collected in this once filled room of my mine
it's floated and settled on the last few things left behind
spellbind
windchime
now i can say this empty space is all mine
8 years of pacing this room
8 years of shouting at the moon
8 years of sleeping til noon
just to ignore the fact I meant nothing to you
so much anger has made home in my bones
the way you used to speak about me felt like being casted with stones
I used to try and drown out your tasteless, colorless tone
you type "she's dramatic" in a text on your phone
I expected this feeling of indifference to feel free with no stop lights
yet this empty space
and this empty mind
coincide
with what I've known this whole time
that all too familiar feeling of restlessness has come to an end
and even though there are still memories burned into my head
I don't believe I have anything else left unsaid
I envied your callousness
I despised your self-righteousness
and i ached at your lack of consequence
what caught your eye was never my elegance
but rather my callowness
as the ice in your drink swirls and melts
and you're blaming me besides everyone else
as your anger starts to swell
just remember it was me who wasn't treated well
we can keep our heads down while our eyes meet on the street
while you pretend I don't resemble meadowsweet
and that we never danced in my kitchen with me on your feet
but
to be honest
in the end
we were always offbeat
when you chose to secede
I found you to not be an aesthete
if you could agree
to be without me
this story is begging to no longer be told
so maybe I'll revisit this time of my life when I've seen how my life will unfold
til then my king is fallen on this chess board
my feelings are buried far past the sea's shore
and I've finally
stopped keeping score
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 2:02 PM UTC
settled.
the tranquility of safety acquired solely on the notion of privacy.
the intimate life led entirely out of reach.
spinning alone, out of sync.
while still pouring brightness
into the sky each night, beautiful beyond words to
each pair of eyes laid before it. most would agree.
except agreement isn't something that all have
impending inside ribcages, buried within
because when asked
"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
the break of mere words spoken
portrayed just how simple it was to disagree,
as the ribcage rattled to hum otherwise.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
We always look at the moon
admiring its light
holding hands with one another
wishing upon a star
that lies around the aura of the moon's brightness
we seem to seek out
only what makes us happier
instead of appreciating
the dark side
sprinkled with inverted light
we don't appreciate
the beautiful disaster
that showed us
how to grow
with the pain
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
How can it be?
Maybe you can you tell me
How a woman as rare and free as she
A Queen of such unmatched Regality
Could possibly
have eyes just for me?
How can it be?
It's a curious mystery
Am I really worthy?
Am I just lucky?
Does she see something inside me
That I do not see?
Or has no man before me
Ever loved her completely?
But how can that be?
What utter stupidity
or sad masculine insecurity
How can it be?
The question intrigues me
A dream now reality
A destiny perplexity
I'm sure you'll agree
She's an exquisite beauty
An effervescent & naturally
optimistic Queen Bee
Unique in her radiantly
Bright & nourishing energy
A warrior who gracefully
Authors her own story
But for me, additionally
Of the human in her I see
She is unquestionably
High Goddess among ALL the deity
How can it be?
This pure Gaian beauty
Is in Love with just me?
Am I really worthy?
Yet it matters not, you see
It's simple curiosity
For I know all that needs be
When she sets gaze upon me
Mine is not to know
Mine is not to understand
Mine is to help her grow
To Love her and hold her hand
And Love her I do
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
and invited the moon into the
room – a stranger, she stole
through the night to our chambers,
a bevy of damsels to carry her candles.
She lit up our eyes; she lit up our skin
like our skin was the sky.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Teenage love never last when you want it to,
Forsaken by its passion,whats in front of you,
be careful who you love,they'll treat you like a fool,
You'd love to here the sounds of a lake with
the moon over you.
***** love,this is all about you*.
I don't know what I would do,
If I,Ever lost you,
Heart as hot as the fire dragon in your stories,
A captivating smile will only bathe in glory,
Purpose for your beauty is only exploiting,
Please don't let me go , I won't be annoying,
You Had me at hello , and man i was blushing.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Silenced as still waters, glowing in the light of nature.
So tender, so calm- the beauty you show.
Glistening the message that nature puts by,
You're the one unique home held up so high.
For you never care or you never mind,
As you fade off by the shades of time.
But it's you who really knows, the light of ultimate darkness.
Simply unique, simply bold- who can ever stand up as lonely as you?
The guarding guide for the one who walks alone,
For none can give a lesson as good as you.
Every arm stretches out to reach unto you,
But a very few out of the odd, deserve to touch you.
Someday my dream would be, to be a single light as big as you.
For you are the MOON- the man owned out of darkness.
And I would walk out to lighten darkness someday too.
--Silence
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
The moon shines bright overhead, gleaming and proud, the undisputed king of the night. But his reign comes to an end soon enough. Streaking colour shows its extravagant self meekly, under a band of presiding dark blue. The blue marches ever on, stately and cool in his mission. Where he is going I do not know, only that I can never follow quite as quickly. He gives way to dainty pink scars climbing the canvas, much in the way a mum gives way to a child growing in wisdom and in stature. The collection of onlookers isn't quite sure what comes next and hangs in celestial silence as the scene unfolds before them. Behind them, a quiet wonder turns the canvas from blue to purple. No one was more shocked than I to see violet light from the heavens in the face of a yellow ruler. The rebellious purple seems to realise his folly and quickly transformed into a pink of sorts, a much more agreeable shade for the occasion. I miss his first grin though, the unapologetic first hue, the dare to be new. From here it is slow going until it isn't anymore. I stare at the same striped world as handmaidens rush to awaken all who are needed for a sunrise. Even now I can see from where life will rise, such a golden carpet is already rolled out. It will be very long until he makes an appearance, but I shall wait. I will wait for him because he is my love, my heart, my one. I will stay all day and night to see him anew if he decided to stay away for a day.
My world is more sky than land, to which I am tied. Whether an act of mercy or pride, I see the sky every day from afar, always yearning to be drawn closer some day and find myself laying in the hands of the stars.
Finally the scuttling onlookers are rewarded with touches of heat and light and life from my love, and they seem to shrink away. Why would some run from him? What causes one to leave so enthusiastically when he has finally come? It's the jubilation time, what a time to be alive!
The moon hangs nearly where he started, dully marking the sky. Half proud and waning silently, he jealously slinks away, the only one who shines not at sunrise. No one sees him leave.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
Tonight I planned to take flight to the moon with nothing but the thought of you; borrowing your eyes as well as the throb of your heart.
Counting down the seconds until we blast off.
Our silhouette left shone on the face of the moon; our cheeks felt with the blush of the wind. Our face pressed tight from the force of how fast our heart peddles.
With you leaned back
Your cheek pressed against mine, sitting on the front of the handle bars.
The sound of the bike chain echoing off the stars; this cosmic feeling racing,
Pounding through my chest.
Watching you ascend the stars as I've always watched you do in the dreams I've had of you.
Profound, how you've changed my outlook on life.
Losing track of time in the simplicity of how wide your cheeks spread.
Saturated in the gleam of your eyes.
I've lost touch with the reality of everything that is real.
In the midst of waking eyes; I always forget what I dream about.
My perception of you as a shooting star blasting off to the moon
On a bike
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
there once was a girl who sat upon a swing;
this girl was broken, all she could do was sing.
she sang a song filled with sorrow, hopelessness, and pain.
she sang so beautifully, the stars called out her name.
her singing was perpetual, just as a star shines.
if you sit on a swing, you can still hear echoes of melancholic chimes.
her death was tragic, that of a star;
she fell from her swing and was left with thousands of scars.
the pain was enough to rip her apart,
so the broken girl took her last depart.
along with her, she took the stars from the sky;
and created the moon as her final good-bye.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
This moon pulls,
it tugs at my strings,
it convinces my heart
to break free of its cage
because these bones contain.
Its a promise,
a romantic persuasion,
a new idea,
it excites my heart,
makes it want to join
in the happy jubilee
of the moon and its connection to me.
My heart cant fly,
if it escaped it would shatter,
its slivers scattered across the earth.
sure,
it would cause new life to grow
where the pieces had fallen
but I would be left empty,
with a broken cage,
with worn out strings,
with nothing left for me,
so ill keep it contained,
until the next moon sings,
to see what this next moon brings.
I'll keep the moons joy to me
for fear of its manipulation
of my hearts deepest persuasions.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
begging you not to leave,
if i say you make me sad,
more than i can concieve,
from the loving that had,
for the missing of my dad,
made me stronger than i was,
but my mind was going mad,
all the letters that i sunt,
left for our future sons,
she said you wont break me,
but girl i need you , your the one,
want you to have my baby,
in the future maybe,
no coffins too soon,
i wont do fine without you baby,
hold me close ill hold you too,
we could stare at the moon
we could stare at the moon,
we could stare at the moon.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC