Covered in slime, The light slowly trickle in, It all feels boundless, But in truth we are bound by time, To walk on nails or, To stare at snails, Do we really have a choice to make? Are we in control or is it an illusion? An allusion to the end we want to keep, Hoping to bend is not the the destiny we'll meet.
I know my worth.
Do you call this pride?
When I know I'm being taken advantaged off I wish to walk away.
When I know I'm worth more than is being given I want to quit.
When I do my best yet I'm seen as a disappointment I want to go somewhere else where I can be appreciated.
I know my worth is this called pride?
I know I'm worth the prize of a bright and shining star.
I know I'm worth a life worth living. A life filled with smiles.
I know I'm worth more than just a working robot my life is priceless.
I know my worth and I know I'm worth more.
I know my worth and in time I'd be worth more.
A young woman
Making stories, drawing characters and bringing them to life.
Binding people
Intentions soaring high
Timing unknown taking a wild guess taking risks
Inside the mind is faltering but the heart sees only the dream
Outside this universe there is more to see and more to dream
Now just keep moving forward just keep swimming someday that dream will be reached
If only I could write a song by moonlight-fox, literature
Literature
If only I could write a song
If only I could write a song
I'd write a song about how much you mean to me
A song about your love so endlessly
I'd write a song about how much you make my heart sing
A song about how your words are music to my ears
If only I could write a song
I'd write a song about how you make my life complete
A song about how you fill in the missing piece
I'd write a song about how you cheer me up
A song about how it may be unseen but it's real
If only I could write a song
Then this poetry could have been a hit
And the world would know how much I wish this song would reach you
That it may bring my happiness from me to you
Poetry of Uncertainty by moonlight-fox, literature
Literature
Poetry of Uncertainty
I stare out the window while I travel down the road,
Reflecting on the things i've done and the things i'd love to do.
I look out the window thinking
thinking...
thinking...
and then I feel tears welling up my eyes.
I do wonder why I never seem to grow up.
All my childhood weakness still intact.
You have turned my world upside down,
It felt like your world revolved around me and I believed that.
You cling to me as if I'll disappear when you take your eyes of me
I was annoyed but now, how stupid is it to feel insecure when your flying free?
I sighed,
Blinked,
and my hands moved to type this poetry.
And I hoped the next poetry will be a
The Dreams of Existence by moonlight-fox, literature
Literature
The Dreams of Existence
Once there was an existence so small, smaller than the particles of dust in the infinite universe. She had a small existence but had a big basket full of dreams. She was happy and she had faith that someday surely those dreams of hers would be realized. Everyday she would get some dreams from her basket and watch those dreams become a reality. Then everyday she’d produce new dreams and she’d put it in the basket. The basket was like a good luck charm to her. It would often smile at her and encourage her. Seeing the basket made her feel that she wasn’t so small after all.
Then one day a strong wind blew and it blew away the
She was eating her peanut butter sandwich partnered with a cold cocktail drink while reading a book about Triskaidekaphobia. The room was big there were several framed paintings hanging on the wall but it was a strange painting of a Velociraptor skeleton and a horse skeleton still wearing its horseshoe that stood out like a sore thumb. The two skeletons were lovingly cuddling each other. She wanted to cry, this phase in her life had reminded her of teenage angst. That time in her life when puberty hit and then suddenly acne grew on her face every day and it felt like she will never have luck with getting together with the boy she really liked
Appreciate what you have
Be compassionate
Care about others
Do not forget to smile
Encourage those who needs encouragement
Forge yourself into a better person
Go out and enjoy nature
Have a heart to heart talk with someone once in a while
Identify thoughts that you need to keep and thoughts you need to throw
Joke around
Keep up the Good Work
Love your neighbours, Love yourself
Motivate yourself, you can do it
Nurture your gifts
Optimism will take you far
Protect important people not things
Question wrong doings
Rest
Stop pressuring yourself
Take a little, give a lot
Understand that things will not be perfect unless you stop looking for imper
Fragile String
Isn’t it strange to finally find the end of a string?
Then cut it off and tie it elsewhere?
Then have thoughts of cutting it off again,
Only to imagine it never being cut in the first place.
Why do we have to make this sort of mistakes first,
Before realizing we had lost something that we can never take back?
Why do we hold onto a cut, fragile string while threading on cracked glass?
Knowing when the glass cracks the string will break...
Then we fall into a pit.
A pit of dark nothingness.
And we shatter to pieces.
And it takes time before we realize we have to pick up the pieces.
Then put it together, only it will nev
I want to stop
Stop your existence within my heart.
I want to stop
Stop from looking back and only continue to move forward
It stings.
I want to stop
Your thoughts from entering my consciousness…
Aren’t dreams of you enough?
I want to stop
Writing all these, and leaving behind a mark of my love for you…
I want to stop
Being in denial…but I cannot.
I want to stop
Loving you, but maybe the time hasn’t come yet.
I want to stop…
I want to stop…
I want to stop…
This pain in my heart
I don’t know why I can’t.
I want to stop