Luna.Writes.Chaos
The pink spills into the sky,
I, one with it, a comfort nigh.
The coffee, chilled by the wind,
reddening my cheeks, biting my lips.
The tiramisù taste lingers,
sweet and bitter,
as the night unfolds in silk and glitter.
I wait for you in restless air,
eyes scanning the view.
I tremble as the branches move.
There I stay, needing the warmth of your smile,
the parts of me to compile.
Your laughter echoes,
a spark in the quiet.
Coffee - luna.writes.chaos
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Updated: Feb 10
You cannot steal our power.
Leader - we devour.
A flower blooms within the cracks,
its beautiful scent ignites.
Under the moonlight, we burn bright.
We haunt your dreams,
the delight of screams,
a nightmare born of the extremes.
Like a hurricane, we shatter walls,
shadows crawl and roar, darkness's call.
Fire pours, melting all the shores,
seas split, God ignores.
The future draws near.
Mother plants the seed,
the change that we so need.
The equality that will lead.
Unstoppable bloom - luna.writes.chaos
Months have passed.
Snow crunches softly beneath my feet.
Trees are gloomy,
tears falling from their branches,
winter has stripped their beauty.
My spirit stirs, unfamiliar, estranged,
it's the opposite of the bleak.
At what moment did the chaos subside?
When was the last time that life looked so full of colour?
I didn’t notice at first,
like a thief, it stole my sorrow,
and promised peace that once felt far.
Light has blossomed,
I feel like spring.
My heart, open to the world.
I see my smile in the mirror,
such an unfamiliar sight -
It looks like someone I once knew,
returning with a touch so new.
My body is still in pain,
but I have someone to bear the weight—
a part of me I’d left behind,
now sharing the load that resides.
I’ve learned to make peace
and let regret’s old burden cease.
Every detail gleams with newfound beauty.
Each moment whispers like it knew me.
Hope, a flame,
burning bold and strong.
A fire that lit all the depths in me.
Spring - luna.writes.chaos