Moonchild Poetry

You

January 1, 2016
Your proximity weakens me
But so does your absence
My lips are tender
Still marked by your kiss

Write love on my heart
Ink me with your skin
Embrace me softly
As the twilight embraces the sky
Because I’m an ashen heart
Incapable of handling a strong blow

Make me shiver
As your lips graze my neck
Sink your teeth in my skin
And expose the layers of anguish
For your touch
And tenderness

Desperate-
Yes, I’m desperate for you
For your eyes to land on me
To make me feel beautiful

So look at me
And revive my ashes
Resurrect some love into my broken heart
I promise, I’ll give some back…
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Young Blood

November 28, 2015
Thrown behind the bars
Trapped, my body is physically frozen
Like a volcano
I’ll erupt, with words that can’t go unspoken

Yes, I am young

A reckless tornado
Headed towards your castle
After you’ve sentenced me to
A one-sided losing battle
I’ll sentence you
To a hell of my own

Yes, I am young

A beating heart
Beating down your door
Screaming for the deaf ears to start
Listening to my resilient pulse for
I am asking for justice
Nothing less, nothing more

Yes, I am young

A young blood
Filled with gold
Overflowing with life
Flowing from my broken soul
I know, I’m better off broken
Than being whole

Yes, I am young

A lightning strike
Lighting the darkest storm
I am more than just a megabyte
On your lifeless platform
Because with words I can rewrite
The past, and a present I can reform

Yes, I am young

A crashing wave
Against your deserted shore
Drowning death in a grave
As my blood seeps into your empty core
To fill it with hope and save
A long lost soul…

They call us broken
In need of mending
But they don’t know…

We are pieces of resurrected love
Crumbs of broken hearts
Stoking the fire
Of young blood

And the scars inked on our skin
The ashes of pain
Pulsate with a fire raging from within…
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Third Degree Burns

October 27, 2015
They told me to run
“Run as fast as you can.”
I was Icarus, flying too close to the sun
But I couldn’t get back down

The warmth which I reveled in
And the flames that demanded my flesh
Were better than a cold soul with no sin
Even with third-degree burns
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Proximity

October 3, 2015
I can’t describe the joy I feel when you’re this close. When we’re breathing the same air. When you talk to me, when I hear your voice… and my name on your lips. It’s beautiful. I feel beautiful when you look at me. When your eyes decide to carve a memory of me…

That day, when you asked what my name was, I couldn’t stop smiling. I swear I couldn’t.

I keep envisioning those eyes of yours… I try to let their warmth seep from my memory into my body, into my veins… until it’s embracing my heart.

I keep retracing lips that were never kissed, wondering how yours would feel against mine.

I keep running my hands across my arms, wondering how firm your grip is, wondering how easily you can lift me… wondering how safe I would feel….

This isn’t about a heart skipping a couple of beats, nor it is about the flutters I always get when I think about you…

It’s more-

More than the typical romance novel shit…
This isn’t a typical attraction.
I’m afraid this might be an addiction.
Addiction to your warmth, your strength, your lovely scent, and your sweet voice.
You make me beautiful.
Your proximity, my addiction, makes me beautiful.
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