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 Mar 2020 Moon light knight
B
Mine
 Mar 2020 Moon light knight
B
I was waiting
I know you'd arrive at any moment
I could feel the light cold breeze
blowing through my hair
Suddenly I see you
at the corner of my eye
You call out my name
I was surprised you did
Because we both know things aren't going too well
between you and me
But you did still call out my name
I turned to the direction of your sweet, sweet voice
I see you running towards me
3 feet, 2 feet, 1 feet, a heartbeat apart,
You stop.
I look down on the floor
You hugged me
I didn't hug you back
and it was the worst decision i ever made in my life
You smelled of alcohol
I knew you were drunk
But I didn't mind
It was still you
The you that I both hate and love
I feel your warmth
I close my eyes
Teardrops run down my face,
and then you said -
I miss you
I never knew on that very moment
It'll be the last time you'll ever be mine
Treasures, hidden under weeping willows
Growing where the air runs wild.
Their spirit roams free.

They are like gold.
Exquisite.

Through storms,
hustling through the winds,       surrounding me
they soften each gust.

My friends truly,
are are a work of art.
i filled my notebooks with your words,
my canvases with your spirit

you're in my soul, my heart, my being
you eternally inspire me.

you may be gone,
but i still have you.
yes,
i am really afraid......
of losing dream
    losing direction
    losing me-
please be brave once more
 Jan 2019 Moon light knight
noir
I remember when you had the one wing

<And I wish to forget>

I remember when you tried to fly

<And I feel so far down>

Why did you have to be this way?

<We could have been perfect together>

But you couldn’t love me

<Especially not you>

We were supposed to be free

<But not this way>

So this really is goodbye

<I’m sorry>

Don’t be

.

<insert static text>
another dialogue set, thing. I also wrote this one a while back.
 Jan 2019 Moon light knight
Red
broken glass on my salted tongue
spit or swallow you pressured
one scars my heart the other my lungs
self-massacre to keep you pleasured
and now my wounded throat has no intention to scream
Some write about broken wings...

I never had wings to fly.
In the End, It will fit all together.
This girl I know
She is just ... like a book.

Her cover is so beautiful
And yet ... forever changing looks.

But this girl's beauty
Is unlike any that you've seen.

It really comes from all those pages
Those pages in between.

Each page tells a story
Some of sorrow oh so sad.

But for every one of those that you read
You'll find one of better time's she's had.

This girl I know
She rules a realm that no one ever see's.

This girl will never show it to you
And she will never show it to me.

This girl is tough
And dauntless and strong.

This girl she sings
The most beautiful songs.

This girl will never let you see her cry.

This girl will never answer you why.

This girl she doesn't need wings to fly.

Because this girl ... She is the sky.

You will find her overhead
Every day and every night.

Her sun will warm the hardest heart
And her stars they shine so bright.

If you should ever catch her and open that book
You'd better read as fast as you can.

Standing still in any one place
Is never in her plans.

But, this girl I know isn't running from something
And it's not that she's some bird on a wire.

She isn't blindly running through time, you see
This girl I know ... She has a world to set on fire.
Written in the Fall of 2012 about a friend of mine that just means the world to me. I'm too shy, or whatever, to show it to her. With my chronic case of Charlie Brown Syndrome, I am forever in fear that I will be somehow misunderstood. I hope one day, if she ever see's it, that she realizes it is about her.

PLEASE, with all due respect, do NOT tell me to give it to her. If I haven't in 5 years ... I am never going to. That's just me. I PROMISE you that I am THEE most stubborn Aries that you will EVER encounter. My stubbornness has made my family and friends, quite often, call me "The Immovable Object".
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