crescent moon hangs low
rising touches highest peaks
my love resides there
a name written in stardust
eternal wisps in light years
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@poemsandsunsets
crescent moon hangs low
rising touches highest peaks
my love resides there
a name written in stardust
eternal wisps in light years
©ïž-Aubrie-2026
âThe first week of August was long over. And now, though Autumn was still some weeks away, there was a feeling that the year had begun its downward arc, that the wheel was turning again, slowly now, but soon to go faster, turning once more in its changeless sweep of change.â
â Tuck Everlasting
What is this curious feeling
Which overwhelms me some nights
To look up at the sky
And contemplate the stars
Insignificant is my existence
in the grand scheme of things
No moment is forever
but I hold on to fleeting instances
In hope of capturing
the essence of my being
outside now, nothing is
warm enough to keep it from me. this thick layer of
something that i wear is not even
close to enough.
taking visible, foggy breaths of our december air, shuffling on pavement that has been breaking apart since before i was born. the trees know -
the trees know.
my limbs, their tangled branches.
Passing cars
A never ending stream
of burned fuel and warm bodies
A loop on constant repeat
Where do you go?
Is the question in my mind
Itâs not one life
When there are so many to live through
The alleyway cat
Swaying in the darkness
Of the deserted streets
From here to there
With no aim or ambition
To nowhere
Lurking in corners
Yearing for company
In the loneliness
Of its bones
With nothing to offer
But the warmth
Of the moon
.
try something new
go somewhere new
there are still new memories
to be made
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies
âWe donât stop dreaming when we wake up, we just drift from symbolic to conceptual dreaming.â
â It might be said that our nightly dreams hold more truth than our daily thoughts.
Today was the first chilly morning
of September.
Crisp, cold air.
I felt overjoyed.
The heat is stifling for my already
warm body.
It felt like my first breath
in a long time.
I didnât realize how much I longed
for autumnâs breeze
and itâs gray skies.
My mind is comforted in an unexplainable,
unusual way.
The fact that there is constant change
around me,
and that I too,
am changing in its midst.
I donât realize how different I am to myself
until I notice
the change of the seasons.
A reminder of Earthâs perpetual cycle.
A reminder that another year is yet to pass.
âSometimes love is not enough, and the road gets tough, I donât know why.â
Lana Del ReyâBorn To Die
Summer
The shimmerinâ shininâ summoned summer at last.
Thought Iâd be rollinâ finalâ ly in the grass,
Or even looking in a magnifying glass.
Instead, blinded from sunlight, and covered, by a mask.
Dark and loneâ ly, dull and depressed, alas.
Then, a change and cherishing, all I amass.
A body is what he has: food, water, and oxygen gas.
Moral of the story, when good things pass.
Remember the good things, and forget the past.
The good in life, will never holdfast,
So donât hang on to the passed treachery.
You only last, about one century.
In the forecast, thereâs exit and entry.
In your life, the vast minority are injuries.
Enjoy summer as a bee joys nectary.
Happiness only casts from one entity.
â Patrick Williams Jr.
Youâre still my home.
Despite your complexity
and dark energy.
Youâre my universe.
My home, my heart
resides in your crevices.
Your supernovas, the essence of my soul.
Youâre the universe in me, and I, in you.
The magnitude of light years
can not share
the expanse of my love.
âThe first week of August was long over. And now, though Autumn was still some weeks away, there was a feeling that the year had begun its downward arc, that the wheel was turning again, slowly now, but soon to go faster, turning once more in its changeless sweep of change.â
â Tuck Everlasting
And I feel it is time.
For what,
I do not know.
The feeling of being
on the edge
and plummeting to
the depths below
is all consuming.
The downward ark
of time has begun,
and the colors and sounds blur
from fragments
of thoughts
to melodies of
forgotten childhoods.
Time is a jumbled mess
of recollection
I find myself continually living.
Change is Needed
Walk on another road Change the place of the furniture Wear those old clothes In a hurry, it can wait. Cut, dye your hair Without following any model Then change is needed.
Paint the walls of the room Without fear of getting dirty Devour the lasagne, the thigh Without guilt for getting fat. Frequent new places And breathe new airs Then change is needed.
Write a letter by hand And forgot the phone Visit someone that itâs been a while Since you came to visit. Talk more, type less Construct on new lands Then change is needed.
Learn a new language Maybe return to studying Take more rain baths Let life bathe you. Leap walls and fences Create new toys Then change is needed.
There is change even in pain We just need to observe Leave our parentsâ houses Even wanting to stay. See friends going away Feel the pain of those who cry Suffering is also changing.
Losing that job Not having cash to waste Studying for public service exams And even so, not passing. Being dumped, being betrayed Feeling half-lost Suffering is also changing.
The wind that sometimes takes Is the same wind that brings It takes the old and brings the new It renews itself, it remakes itself. It transforms agitation into tranquillity Discomfort into cosiness It makes war become peace.
Life, the world and time Change us since children Modify our dreams Renew our hope. And the most ferocious change Making everything about us One day become a memory.
Time is a crazy pilot Who likes to accelerate It doesnât see signs or lights And it is always going to advance. Modifying the meaning Makes âlivingâ become âlivedâ A second just has to pass.
To change existing is enough No one can control Then everything that is alive changes Living is transforming yourself. Living is evolving And upon stopping existing Even dying is changing.
âYou write your own destinyâ
But the pen has a fate of its own,
I am simply the vessel.