#poem time

[lets-rob-a-poet]

Shall I compare thee to a summers Day?

The Bard did once say

But when he wrote

That darling Note

To whom was it to?

In my eyes it is to you.

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Maybe I'm crazy but I think about my inevitable death often

I think about who'd mourn me

Who wouldn't even know I died

And who wouldn't care

I think about how it would happen

A car crash or in the wrong place at the wrong time

Something self inflicted or a natural ending

I think about scenes from books and movies and shows

And I wonder if anyone would ever react that way to finding me

I'd hear sirens and wonder if one day they'll be on for me

I don't plan to die anytime soon

I want to live long

Long enough to actually live

Long enough to be more than the girl who dreams too much

Long enough to be someone

Someone good

Someone brave

Someone smart

Someone important

Someone

Not that I'm no one

I'm just not someone right now

I write down words that will never make sense

I spill my heart and guts until I'm finally enough

And one day I'll be enough

[the-lights-are-loud]

Dirt

Bury me under the mountain

Deep where the sun don't shine

And maybe then I'll feel

The same inside and out

Shovel dirt atop my head

Until the blanket of earth envelopes me whole

And the weight of my soul

May match the heft of the soil

Split apart the ground

And dump my bones into the cavern

Maybe then my lifeless corpse

Will have a purpose again

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[malakkc-poetry]

3rd Place Diploma Certificate for my poem,

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[awesomeundertalelover3]

You are cold, but I embrace you warmly

Still- you strike fear into the hearts of men much braver than I

And yet I feel as though they do not understand you the way I do

You are cold

You are kind

You are brutal and ruthless and cruel

You are calm and comforting and beautiful

You are grand- grander than anyone knows

You are powerful- lying in wait for one to disrespect you

You will not tolerate disrespect

You will kill

You have killed

You are alive and you are life

You are the birth and death of all things

To you I came from, to you I will return

Until then- I will just watch and listen

Hearing your siren song to draw me in- and hold me closely

When I am done

when I am ready

I will come home to you

What a wonder

To come home to

[feelthe-feel]

[sciapod]

Under the weeping Moon

You are not glowing as fondly today, Moon. Is it because you are competing with the stars?

You can not, must not, compare yourself to them, my dear. They are of an entirely different celestial fabric than you.

All are unique, but there is only one of you, one of your kind.

I know men have not stepped on them as they have stepped on you, and because of this, I mourn for you.

In spite of this, or maybe because of this, you must bask in the glory that others shine upon you. It is yours for the taking. Yours to behold, cherish.

Know this: You are admired by so many.

And you must shine on, even when none are looking. Especially then, because in the darkest of nights, and the nights are growing darker now, you are the brightest light we have.

If you did not see it at first, let me speak clearly here: I am talking to you, my dear reader. Shine on, even when noone are watching 💛

The moon shines because the sun casts its beams upon it. It does not make its own glow, but it is its own surface, its own being that we see, due to the help of another.

Be your magnificent self and let others shine onto you, so we can see and appreciate you. 💛

The title is stolen from the song of the same title by Opeth. The poem-thingy is my own doing.

I have decided that this and the other two I've written (and the others I may write) will all go under the name Moon songs 🎑 Enjoy 🖤

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