Moon

I was told that I should make a Tumblr or something where I can post poetry, shitty or not, and follow writers/poets!

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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Birth

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It is times like these

With no response from anyone

And the whirring from the fan

Breaking the silence in between sobs

When I feel utterly alone

And I know it will never go away

No matter what I do

It's how I am meant to be

And it's how I'll forever be

-Moon

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I don't like the version of myself

That I have come to accept

I'm capable of change

But I need accept

That I have the ability to change

-moon

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Sometimes we need to be bored

We can't be entertained every second

Of every day

We need to experience silence

And we need to experience nothing

-moon

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I need to live without feeling like I need someone to prove I'm living

-moon

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I crave things that I have never had and things that I know nothing about

-moon

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

for some reason I'm not getting notifications so I didn't know...

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nice.

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

for some reason I'm not getting notifications so I didn't know...

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A fawn lays deep within a forest

Her head resting on a blanket of moss

Various foliage acting as a bed

and her legs tucked beneath her small body

The rising sun leaks through the tree canopies

Rays cascading on her head like a waterfall

Seeping into the crevices of her face

The song of a nightingale begins to carry through the trees

A warm breeze brushes past the fawn

A butterfly flies around the fawn

observing the life growing around her

the butterfly lands on her spine

her soft fur undisturbed by the small legs of the butterfly

the wings closing and slowly opening

they come to a stop and lay flat

the sun shines onto the light blue patterned wings

making the butterfly glow

the small wings of the butterfly make the fawn look like a fairy

a crackling branch startles the butterfly

gliding away, the butterfly leaves the fawn

she is once again alone

unbothered by life moving around her

she lays still

The forest is waking up

The forest is alive

The forest is moving

the sway of the lofty trees

the foliage following the wind

small creatures traversing the sky, trees, and ground

a stream gently ripling beyond where the fawn lays

she lays still

amongst the moving forest

primroses are growing close to where the fawns lays her head

vines are trying to climb up the fawns body

she allows nature to take its course

her body lays still

her chest does not rise and fall with each inhale and exhale

her ears don't move at every sound

her body lays still

the sun continues to move across the sky

her body lays still

she will not open her eyes

she will not raise her head

she will not stand and try to balance herself

for she had already done it all

she already closed her eyes for the last time

she already lowered her head for the last time

she already layed down for the last time

she already took a breath for the last time

her body lays still

deep within the forest

her head lays upon the blanket of moss

the various foliage acting as a bed

and her legs tucked beneath her small body

The sun leaking through the tree canopies

rays cascading on her sides like a waterfall

Seeping into the crevices of her body

The final note of a Nightingale song echoes through the trees

The warm breeze embraces the fawn

The forest is awake

The forest is alive

The forest is moving

her body lays still

she is the forest

-moon

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I have been on a train once

when I was a baby

I have been to the ocean twice

when I was a child

I have seen mountains thrice

when I was a teen

I find comfort in things I barely know

I find comfort in things I am not familiar with

I find comfort in the things that I have yet

to fully experience

I find comfort in the things I could only

ever dream about

I find comfort in the possibility of change and growth

So I find comfort in a warm embrace

on a cold night

So I find comfort in the galaxies

and their infinte expansions and possibilities

So I find comfort in reading a book

while sitting on a porch watching the sun set

So I find comfort in the unknown and uncertainty

So I find comfort in the creatures swimming in the sea and the towering trees growing in the forest

So I find comfort waking up in the morning

in the arms of another being

So I find comfort in the birds that wake me with their songs

So I find comfort in the foods

I've never tried

So I find comfort in traveling

to places I've only heard of

So I find comfort in the cold salt water that splashes my face

So I find comfort in a house I grow old in

So I find comfort in who I might be

and not who I am

So I find comfort

in things that I don't see

in things that I don't hear

in things that I don't feel

in things that I don't taste

in things that I have yet to experience

in things that have yet to be

So I find comfort

comfort in what was

comfort in what will

comfort in what could be

and comfort in what never can

So I will continue to find things

things that I haven't seen

things that I haven't heard

things that I haven't felt

things that I haven't tasted

things that I haven't experienced

things that have yet to be

So that I can have something

that I haven't had before

And might not have again

-moon

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I am who I make myself to be

-moon

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Want

Everyday I'm overwhelmed

I want to drop out

Give up on everything

I want to run away to a little cabin

In the woods on a mountain

Learn how to use a bow

Make my own clothes

Isolate myself from everyone

I want to skip every single one of my classes

I want to enjoy life

Without the worries of whether I did enough

I want to feel proud of the work I do

I want to sleep at normal times

Wake up not hating everything

I want to finish reading a book

I want to learn any type of dance

Waltz

Ballroom

Swing

Ballet

Even figure skating

I want to pick up the violin and piano again

Learn the cello and guitar

I want to be good at something like a sport

I want to be healthy

I want to run without losing my breath

I want to like myself

I want to smile when I see myself in a mirror

I want to feel loved

Cared for

Desired

I want to be wanted

But most importantly

I want to be wanted by myself

For myself

I want to want

-moon

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you once told me

that you may disappear for a bit

but you'll always come back

to be here for me

so now I sit here

in utter silence

wondering if you still will come back

or if your words

were empty promises

-moon

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Today I am alive

Even if I don't want to be

I woke up this morning

With a heavy chest

And a jumbled mind

As I did yesterday

And the day before that

And the day before that

And the day before that

Today I am alive

Even if I wish I wasn't

I went about my day the same

There wasn't a smile on my face

But nor was there a frown

I chatted amongst my peers

And I joked along with my friends

I followed in class

And I stayed on track to assignments

My body is eating away at itself

My brain is dulling as days go by

And yet it's the same

I wake up with a heavy chest

And a jumbled mind

I don't smile but nor do I frown

I chat with my peers and friends

And I stay on track at school

I go home and take a nap

Wishing I could stay like that

And not leave my nightmares

And yet I wake up

To a never ending one

I smile at my family

Before crawling back in on myself

Today I am alive

Even if I don't want to be

-moon

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

...I haven't been getting my notifications for some reason so I'm pretty late to this, but that is insane... crazy how a year has already passed....

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sometimes I wonder why I am the way I am

why I talk the way I do

why I act the way I do

why I walk the way I do

why I think the way I do

why I do what I do

maybe it's just me

and maybe no one else sees me the way I see me

but sometimes I wish they did

maybe then they would be able to find out

why I am the way I am

-moon

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This was the alternative to the last post

My room is messy

I have no intention to clean it

When my floor is clean

And I vacuum the carpet

I have this weird feeling

a feeling of

"I'm ready"

My mother will ask to help

But I know she will throw everything away

I'm worried about what she will find

Or maybe what she won't

I never want my mother to feel like she needs to clean my room

and yet

My room is messy

I still have no intention to clean it

when my clothes are folded and neatly tucked away

And I've hung all my hoodies up

I get that weird feeling

I keep my door open

Feeling accomplished of my hard work

And yet I don't like it

it's not a feeling of accomplishment

but completion

When my room is clean I have that feeling

that feeling of

"it's okay now, I'm ready"

I can't explain to my family why I don't like to clean my room

I just say it's too much work

I can't tell my mother why I don't need her help

Why I don't want to clean my room

I'm rather okay with them thinking I'm lazy

My room is messy

I have no intention of cleaning it

I don't like the feeling of cleaning my room

It's like pouring milk into the sink

Or giving my favorite knife away to a friend

Or hugging someone and telling them you love them

Or texting your friend about how much they mean to you

Or locking the door begging them not to go in

It feels like instead of pushing off a burden to someone else

It's lifting off a potential one

My room is messy

I have no intention to clean it

Because if I do it feels like a farewell

It feels like a thank you

It feel like this time it would be different

From all the other times

The ones where I left the door open

Because now if I clean it

I would have to shut the door with a note on the front

My room is messy

I have no intention to clean it

-Moon