Moonchild

I poured a bit of my soul, into the words that I wrote...

[a-moonlit-poet]

US.

I looked into the mirror

and

I didn't see myself.

I saw the person

who has seen a lot more

than I ever did.

I saw the scars;

which others found fake.

I saw all the pain

which others call mistakes.

I traced my fingers over the wounds

that no longer hurt.

The dried up blood

from the deep cuts of bloody words.

I devoured the eyes

which are tired yet beautiful.

I tasted the lips,

which are hiding some unspoken truth.

Yet;

I love her.

I love the person she has become.

I fell in love

With the flaws that make her.

All her imperfections

That slowly builds her up.

She is everything

I ever hoped to be.

And also someone

I could never ever be.

[a-moonlit-poet]

In silent echoes of the night, my heart does weep,

Longing for a love I dare not speak, yet keep.

A solitary flame, burning with ardour's plight,

Alone I dwell, in the shadows of unrequited light.

Darling,

for I am the artist and

you, my favourite muse,

Everyone but you could tell

how long I burned for your soul.

[a-moonlit-poet]

Everything is so hard. I feel suffocated within myself. My life is nothing but a big mess. I wonder how long I will be able to go on...

I'm sorry. I know words of comfort could never be enough. But I hope you know you're not alone. There are many people who feel just like you, anxious, hurting, discouraged. Someone once told me "even the darkness we see is so beautiful." Going through my own difficulties, the darkness was nothing to me but choking loneliness and pain. Sometimes when you're gasping for air, you just have to keep running. Even if this pattern of hardship repeats itself forever, I'll keep running. Will you do it, too? Darkness will always be darkness, but here is where the stars you hope for appear. Do not give up. When you are lonely and hurting, look at the moon. I will be watching it, too.

[a-moonlit-poet]

My friend said my poetry was too much like a story how would I fix that?

Hello!!! First of all, I want to ask your opinions about your poetry. How do you feel when you read what you have written? And also, a story in form of poetry is known as a Ballad. That can be your writing style as well. There is nothing to fix but I would suggest you use concrete and easy words for your poem. Easy and understanding poems are the best honestly. Also, try to keep your sentences intact but with great meanings. That's something that helps a lot!

A bunch of random words are just words. They don't hold any meaning nor we can relate to them in any way. But poetry is our feelings and emotions. We feel things after reading them and they always help us in some way or other. Words are the roots of the poets but poetry is our escape from this reality. Its quite natural to have doubts regarding your work but that's because you are the writer yourself. Ask your readers and they will tell you the real essence of your work. Somehow, we always end up comforting people : )

p.s I am so sorry for the late reply <3 Hope this helped you <3

pps. Hope I can read your work someday as well : )

[a-moonlit-poet]

An Abandoned Swingset

Oh, mother, I don't want to grow up

Am too fragile to fight the regrets

Am too small to face myself

The world outside

Is just in vain

It is helpless, crippled and dismayed

It is not a good place to live in

But we still fight ourselves to fit in

The innocence in us is lost

Destroyed by the greed of wanting all

The playful child that wanted no harm

Is now willing to kill for the all he wants

We are drowning in our sins

the murderous smiles have us fooling

The demons in us are more afraid

The good in us is fading away

Turning us into something none ever wanted

Yet; we can't help it

No, I don't want to grow up

I want to be a harmless kid

Whom no one hates

I can't be those creatures

Who has done nothing but just spread the bad

and died,

Even hating themselves

[a-moonlit-poet]

Vintage

Lies. It was all lies in what I thought was our happy ending.

Priceless, you said, but this was worth the same as dust.

How could I hate you when I hated myself?

Why didn't I want to change when vintage just wasn't what you liked...

[a-moonlit-poet]

When the sun was gone and the moon hadn't risen yet, darkness settled down on the riverbank.

Nobody came to this ruined place. Maybe that was the reason, nobody came to me as well.

I was more comfortable like this, in a place nobody came to find me, alone in total darkness.

I thought it would be nice if this moment never ended.

[a-moonlit-poet]

I write...

Not because people tend to hear me.

But because

for once;

I am willing to hear myself...

[a-moonlit-poet]

A Million Stars

Meet me,

Where all the stars shine.

Meet me,

Under the same sky.

Look at me

And tell me you love this more.

Assure me,

You were thinking about us all along.

Your eyes,

Shine better than all the stars.

Your happiness,

Is what I will paint in this azure.

My dreams

Always look for you.

My happiness

Always leads to you.

It's so easy

to be in love over and over.

Always wanting

The person in the end to be you forever.

My love,

This world feels better with you.

I love myself more

When I am with you.

It's hard to find

What we have gained.

So let me show you,

The beautiful side

of everything you hate.

And let me be the person,

You always dreamed of loving

Till the very end.

[a-moonlit-poet]

Remember Me

"Promise me one thing"

He said while trying to wipe my never-ending pain.

"When I will go away, u won't cry,"

I looked at his fading image;

How can I not?

How can I live

knowing he won't be there anymore?

How can I believe,

his arms will never surround me anymore?

The person who made me feel alive;

Won't be himself alive anymore?

I tried to hold him

But only to lose him more.

"You will remember the memories," he said

"You will remember all the times we laughed.

Remember the times we smiled.

Remember the moments we shared.

So that it would hurt less

When we'd bid a goodbye."

I looked up,

And heard the shatter of a broken heart.

I held him, hoping he might stay.

But he had to leave,

Cause that's what life is meant to be.

He smiled,

Pecking my hair gently.

"I promise,"

Is all I could say

Before his last image vanished as well.

[Today was the day when my closest friend was supposed to turn 18. But he left a bit too early. Wherever he is, I hope he is doing good and I hope he knows that I kept my promise alive as well. For me, he is forever living in my heart.]

[a-moonlit-poet]

Hello!

So, this ain't a poetic update but a achievements one.

I got some merit certificates for writing recently.

One of the being the merit award for my third book and the other two my certificates of published author and co-author.

This is such an honor and I wanted to share this news with you all as well.

😊😊

And also...I have got 3.5k+ followers on Tumblr as well.

Wow man, this is shocking 😳 (it's a wonder that my poetry is worth reading 😂)

But thank you so much ya'll.

I can't be grateful enough 🙏

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[a-moonlit-poet]

Loving Hatred

The horror is your words,

The softness in your eyes,

The devil on your face

Is somehow an angel in disguise.

You are in my mind.

I loathe you all the time.

Thinking about you

Sparks a deep lust inside.

A glimpse of yours,

Drives me insane.

That stupid smile

Is what I hate.

Trapping me in that gaze

The every chance you get.

Mumbling your hate

While your eyes say the different.

Trickling blood on my wrist,

Your face sparkles

Pulling me closer, sucking my skin,

Loving the taste of my pain.

And leaving an imprint.

You disgust me

So I kissed you.

You hate me

So you kissed back too.

My hands roaming the places

I once stabbed with knife.

You grabbing my throat,

You suffocated no longer back.

You are different.

You make me go wild.

The hatred for you

Somehow,

Rises the love that could never die.

[a-moonlit-poet]

People always tend to fall in love with those whom they are afraid to lose. And being with you what I have learned so far is that I am not afraid to lose you but it will be a bit difficult to live without you too. I may not be in love with you, but I am in love with what we have and I am afraid of losing that; more than I am afraid of losing you.

From, Me

-To, him

[a-moonlit-poet]

To him,

There was once a boy,

Standing in the dark

All by himself,

Trying to lose

What was already lost.

Scared and alone,

Yet not running away.

He saw the dark clouds

Which then broke into rain

And thunders that followed

Ringed deadly echoes in vain.

But he stood

Where he was.

He was afraid to move,

He was afraid of making a sound,

He stood

And let the water wash him away

Slowly but fully,

And losing himself

with every passing minute.

She saw him,

Standing afar

Hearing his silence

Roaring in abandoned azure.

He needs someone, she thought.

But little did she know

He needed nothing but himself the most.

She watched him

This all she could do.

She couldn't give hope

To the hopeless fellow.

She walked away,

Leaving him behind.

Thinking, I cannot fix him

Because

That's not what he wants...

And somehow;

She knows.

[a-moonlit-poet]

So Far Away...

Another day

Yet, I am awake.

I pour myself

slowly and hastily

into the words I say.

A soul forsook.

Some dreams fulfilled,

some, already torn.

But the wish of being more

slowly turned

this abandoned, lonely sky,

into a starlit wonder

for eyes and a soul.

I want to be a star;

far yet known.

Guiding people

but always shining on my own.

My destiny to be;

the dream fulfilled

the answers spilled

no questions remained

and

finding the door,

that holds the things

only meant for me

and the person I always hoped to be.

And soon

I will have the key.

[a-moonlit-poet]

First Love

I may have loved you

way more than I thought I would.

But your sudden touches

lightened the senses that I thought loathed.

You are here

yet; I miss you

Holding you close

so no one can have you.

I stroked your curves

fearing;

you will break if I'll let go.

Guiding you slowly

so that I can enjoy your beauty.

You are a dream that came true.

You made me into someone

everyone looks up to

Promise me you won't let go.

There's a long run we both have to go.

Your shadow forever stayed

when the Sun drowned

and my dark side rose.

And you still loved

the person I once abhorred.

I fell in love with words because they made me love myself first.

[a-moonlit-poet]

I am nothing but a failure. I have only let people down in my life. Maybe I should just give up.

It is okay to fall

unless you know how to get up.

It is okay to be lost

unless you know your way back home.

Life is not always good

But its not always bad either.

Some bad moments

Are nothing in front of a good one.

Today's mistakes

are the experiances for the future.

Today's pain

Are your wings that will fly towards the horizon.

You are not perfect. Nobody is.

But you are 'you'

And that...makes a little difference.

Failing is also succeeding.

It tells us atleast we are trying.

That we haven't given up

before we could even rise.

You are a dreamer.

You are meant to fly.

Doesn't matter how many falls it takes...

Everything's worth it...for a little smile.

When you feel like quiting...Just look back and see how far you have come without giving up already.

-A moonlit poet