The birds kiss the moon gently, Dipping their paper wings into liquid midnight, Telling the moon that she’s lovely the way she is.
They sneer behind her back, Wondering how naïve the moon is, Does she really think she’s enough? Oh please!.
Mothers hush their little children Into colourful childish dreams, Where every princess Finds her happy ending On her own, Where the world Is a little more kinder Than reality
The dreams are fairytales Woven by children Who refused to notice That the moon Had a darker side to her
Midnight sheds off Dipping into cruel twilight A new skin A new beginning
Or so it’s told
The sun smiles gently Hiding her feelings Behind the horizon, A pretty-pink-princess-smile On her calloused cheeks, Her eyes burning coldly Into the twilight
But does anyone bother to see The real one inside Her calloused skin? She laughs falsely, Her real self Crouching deeper into the edges, Insecurities Choking her, Fear Thrashing her smile, But she’s fine.
A little girl Clutches her father’s hand a little more tightly, Gulping her worries And hiding her pain, Behind her muffled shawl. Hoping one day, She would find a friend Who could really see the real her, Behind that muffled overcoat And that false smile, And those ‘I’m fine’s
Such a foolish hope, Does she really expect That someone could notice her worries at a glance, When this world Doesn’t even notice The Earth spinning in misery, (Driven mad by grief)?
A painter sits by her palette, Her feelings oozing into the canvas, Her heart laughing merrily. Now that it’s free of the burden, It can feel joy and excitement again.
The painting is no art, Art is copy-paste and living up to expectations, Art is something that can be sold for high prices, Something that can be appreciated by cold eyes, Something that can sit for centuries on a wall, Gathering dust as people gape at it, Struggling to find their own selves, Their own spotlight, If not in the world, Then at least in that painting
Hope yawns and stretches, Living in a lavish villa, She stares out of the window A sign dug into the soft mud,
Saying: “Find Hope and Love for $300!”
The sun slips back into the sky’s pocket, Crying fresh tears, Into the sky. The moon used to wipe those tears, Once upon a time, But now the moon is too busy, Crying her own silent tears, Muffling her own crumbling shouts.
Joy crouches past them all, Knowing they are fools, Wishing for a friend, When there is one, Right beside them. And so joy skips past them all, Sleeping in their Once Upon A Time ’s
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I watch the clouds Glide into the sky, Tiptoeing gracefully Into the sunset.
Little rays of the sun Penetrate through their cotton flesh Reaching feebly into Hopeless daffodils On an empty hill.
The sun Sinks into a valley, Letting a little bit of light From her palm Waver feebly on the sky.
The crescent moon Tells me she is a stargazer, She finds love On those twinkling dew drops Hung on the sky.
She glances at me warily, Sighing a little bit of life Out of her cracked lips, And wet eyes.
“What is it, my darling?” She whispers, Her whispers Vibrating in my silent heart.
I hesitate Glancing around to make sure No ears Are creeping on doorways, Before I tell her my feelings. My regrets My sorrows My pain, All dripping into the midnight, Swirling and dissolving, Each word Engraved on a corner of the moon’s memory.
She smiles Comforting me warmly, Her voice Skipping along an empty heart.
I bid her goodbye, Watching as she fades into The clouds, Twilight dripping slowly Into a moonless midnight.
I close my eyes, Convinced my secret was safe, And let the sleep Overwhelm me, My dreams Singing morning lullabies to me.
Little did I know
As the moon hides behind the horizon Curled up in her apartment, Her Cheshire Cat Juggling his head in an attempt to Vaporise the thick air of boredom, She sews another blanket of dreams, And peeking through her translucent window At the busy world going about it’s day, Her doorbell rings.
“Come in” She says, feebly glancing at the door, She watches clouds enter her domain Lazily plopping down on her sofa.
She arrives to greet them, Her teeth gritted behind her lips cracking a strained smile, As they gossip to her about the sun. How the sun had hidden behind the clouds again Too shy to face the world, And have them grimace every time they look up.
The moon laughs, Her heart weighing down with guilt (The sun was her best friend, And she knew the pain Of having people think you are ugly. But she had healed now She had let go. Though sometimes she wondered if she really had.)
The clouds ask her how her night was, If she had talked to any human, And heard their puny little life-problems.
She hesitates, Knowing what she was about to do would be wrong. Convincing herself to keep quiet.
Meanwhile, her mind plots the speech Choosing each word and Sorting it into sensible sentences Of cruel meanings.
The speech Crowds up in her mouth, A storm Stirring on her tongue.
Her heart urges her to go on, She feels the sudden urge to blot everything out, She watches nervously as the clouds frown, Awaiting an answer.
The storm grows restless on her tongue, A fierce battle Between moral and Irresistible urge To gossip.
She opens her mouth, Trying to swallow in the gossip, But it all comes back again.
The clouds smile encouragingly, As if saying Oh please, dear. You cannot resist the power of gossip. Let it all out now.
Her mouth opens And the secrets leak out Dripping into the eager ears Of the clouds.
The moon watches in dismay, As the clouds bid her adieu, Floating on the sky, Leaking gossips on the floors. Adding spice Chilli powder Molten sympathy And at last, The gossip is ready to serve
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Embers sizzling under the Earth A heart, slowly caressed into extinct Rumbles of a thousand bulldozers tearing apart her skin The humans rejoice their short-lived victory under still-dead towers Heat boiling inside, Mother is ready to strike.
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