Poetry

A Girl With a Voice

[bedside-aspirations-deactivated]

Skin Sickness

Lay across my bare chest

Crush my ribs downward

And relocate my soul.

It has drifted too far,

Outward and onward and

Not where it needs to be.

Lay across my bare chest.

Test my fragility and

Cure me.

- (@bedside-aspirations) December 2018.

[moonbeampoet-blog]

Ode to Rosa

You make me feel

Like I am easy to love

You take my flaws

And wrap them in beautiful silk

And chiffon

And they become models

On a runway

You take my words

Self loathing words

And turn it into poetry

That warms me

You take my tears

And paint me a picture

Of happiness

I like that.

You tell me that I shouldnt hate things

About myself

Like the crooked alignment of my teeth

Because it adds character

Or the bulge at my hips

Because it is something to hold on to

Or my inability to shut the fuck up

Because you listen to my words

As if they were birdsong

Sweet sweet birdsong

You make me feel

Like I am easy to love

Which makes it easy for me

To feel the same

@moonbeampoet 2018

Rosa is a friend who always loves me, even when I do not care to love myself. This is one of the many reasons I love her and appreciate her in my life. Because she is in my life, I have been gifted with love.

[missdontcare-x]

[blackboyjoy]

Iconic.

[obviouslybnkeithdeandre]

“Oscar Winning Actor" 

[moonbeampoet-blog]

Awakening

You are golden

And soft sunlit-sweet honey

As you dance across

My pastel pink platsterboard walls

And refract

Around my room

Creating sunset skies

Above my bed

Signaling my slumber

And now

You

You help me rest

You are a haven of sunlight

That tells me I will wake again

@moonbeampoet 2018

[moonbeampoet-blog]

Needle in a Haystack

They found me

In the embers

Of the lie I used to live

I couldn't find the problem

With life;

Mine to be exact,

And it was buried

And when you can't find it;

The needle,

You've gotta torch the motherfucking haystack

And there it was;

The problem,

Was there all along

They found it

In the embers

Of the lie it lived

They found me

And showed me a mirror

And I saw my problem

And it was at that point

I decided to change.

@moonbeampoet 2018

[moonbeampoet-blog]

Ode to A Friend

My lover calls me babe

And strokes my cheek

And back

And watches me think

And has tasted my lips

My lover is my lover

Who holds the romance in my heart

But dear friend,

I have a lover

I need not another

Please relenquish your infatuation

And be my friend

I will not be your personal pacifier

I will be your friend

I will be there for you

I will not promise always

I will not jeopardise myself for you

My lover calls me babe

And you are my friend

My lover strokes my cheek

And back

And you are my friend

My lover watches me think

And you are my friend

My lover has tasted my lips

And you have not

For you are my friend

And that is a boundary I would like to keep.

@moonbeampoet 2018

[moonbeampoet-blog]

Gazing At Orion

Sometimes

I like to look at the stars

When I feel particularly mediocre

And I tell myself

That this feeling

Is insignificant

That my troubles

Are too

Because the stars

Remind my brain

That there is a whole universe

Somewhere

Out there

And

Its much bigger

Than my problems

And then

All is good.

@moonbeampoet 2018

[moonbeampoet-blog]

Hellfire

I was the girl

Who cried wolf too many times

So they stopped caring.

I learned to show my own teeth

And fight my corner

Not needing to cry wolf anymore

But needing to cry

It's hard trying to do it alone

It gets easier

When you realise

That you are not a lonely wolf

So you join the weak links

Of wolf packs

Left behind

And soon you have your own pack

Strong

Brave

Fighters

You learn

In time

And to my pack:

Those who left us

Are dead to us

They thought we would not survive

But they were wrong

We stand strong

And proud

I was their runt

Now I am your Alpha

And I have risen from hellfire.

- @moonbeampoet 2018

**Haven't posted in a while. Let's hope this is my return**

[poems-and-word]

[s-m55]

If stress was a drug I would be high as fuck.

[poems-and-word]

[dear-celie]

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”

— Dr. Seuss

[luckylluminati]

“Don’t be afraid to be “too”. Too emotional, too childish, too straight-forward, too whatever. There always will be someone who will love you for who you are, who’ll find special enchantment in all your “too’s.”

[forgottenbones]

“You say ‘amateur’ as if it was a dirty word. ‘Amateur’ comes from the Latin word ‘amare’, which means to love. To do things for the love of it.”

— Mozart in the Jungle (via arewhedonyet)

[books-n-quotes]

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[downwithwritersblock]

Here we go! The monthly prompt set challenge for April! I hope you guys enjoy it, and remember; always feel free to tag me in or submit anything this inspires in you! 

Text Version: 

April 2018 Prompt Set

1.      ‘You call that a joke?’

2.      Sunday Morning Drive

3.      Black sheep of the herd

4.      Pastel

5.      Hunt

6.      “Children learn to smile from their parents” -Shinichi Suzuki

7.      Basket

8.      Tulips

9.      ‘How did you manage to get lost?’

10.   Brand new

11.   Hidden

12.   Stumble

13.   Pet Shop Eyes

14.   ‘I’ll never be able to enjoy a brownie again in my life, and it’s all your fault’

15.   Yellow

16.   Surprise

17.   Marshmallow

18.   “Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet” - Bob Marley

19.   The Elephant in the room

20.   Retirement

21.   Miracle

22.   birds of a feather flock together

23.   ‘Why is there an egg in my bed?’

24.   Stains

25.   Perfume

26.   Stickers

27.   “My family is my strength and my weakness. “Aishwarya Rai Bachchan

28.   Wild goose chase

29.   Family Dinner

30.   ‘I’m going to ask you one more time, where the hell did you put it?’

31.   Feathers

[Edit] Just because I have seen a couple people point this out in the notes. I am well aware that there are only thirty days in April. I look at a calendar the entire time I am make the prompt sets, looking out for holidays and anything else that might give me some creative inspiration. I believe I have mentioned this before on a previous set,but i could be wrong. So, I often like to include an extra day, just in case. There is one extra prompt in the situation that you miss a day, or don’t like one of the other prompts, or maybe you’re just feeling extra ambitious. It’s an option I like to provide. I did the same thing in February, offering 29 prompts instead of 28. Any month that doesn’t have a complete 31 days, I will be adding an additional prompt to. Hope that clears things up for you. Enjoy~ 

[the-sleepy-poet]

poemcrastination

here’s a poem to  keep me from  real work,

not killing time, 

but cherishing it, 

each second’s a 

diamond 

and you can 

spend it 

or 

sell it 

but you can’t 

take it with you.