The moon smiles down upon us
Like an old friend who has set up our match
Watching our romance blossom
Like a newborn poppy rising
Through the winter snow
Never moon a werewolf. I found this out the hard way. My shiny, white ass will never be the same. I had to go to the hospital to have fur and teeth removed from the resultant melee. Again, never moon a werewolf.
“I want to be like the moon,” he said with a sad little smile. “Why the moon and not the stars or the sun?” I inquired. “The moon is light reflected from that which is greater…and that’s all I am. A reflection.”
The brightest moons come when you aren’t thinking, when you’re just sitting there, staring out your window, with something heavy on your mind. Then you just look up, and you see it, a big bright full moon. Like a slap in the face.
i love the moon so bright in the sky granting wishes for all the children of the world. You are so wonderful to everyone lighting us at night and bringing us joy. you change the tides for us and do all sorts of other crazy stuff. Yay moon.
you are so bright you are so high full moon in the sky.
The moon is a beatiful planet. It orbits around the world and lights up the dark night sky. Sometimes during the day I can see the moon. I think this is weird because the moon should only come out at night. A m
They say the moon is pulling away from Earth. That’s a bad thing. It won’t have an effect on Earth for a while. We’ll all be gone by then but it’s scary to think about.
a couple days ago my boss told me that the moon and mars would appear next to each other in the sky tonight and that mars would look as big as the full moon. i googled it and found out it was an email hoax.
Every winter’s night when the moon is full, you will see a white mountain hare lope across the snow on Braeriach. She pauses and gazes, dark eyes wide and fearful, at the moon as it shimmers in the silent sky.
Once, more years ago than you or I could count, she was a little girl. A little girl who gazed at the moon. But she gazed once too often, and the moon took her.
I’ve always wanted to travel the moon. Watching it from far away, say, a billion lightyears or so, makes it so pretty. I love the stars around it and trying to find the same consultations over and over again.
the moon is my favorite when it looks like the smile of the chesire cat. it is also pretty when it is low in the sky and colored. it helps with trips in the canyon.
the moon reminds me of menstruation and menstruation reminds me of women. women are my greatest addiction. i crave their attention and have ruined so much in my life because of the pursuit of fleeting moments of temporary gratification
Big bright and beautiful. It’s always inspired me, and filled me with warmth. I’m moved by the night and the moon is something pivotal. Its an important part of my life
stars shining brightly while the moon overhead glimmers in the reflection of the water. Juxtaposition between night and day can be characterized by the difference between the sun and the moon. While in the sky, it acts as a beacon for all those on earth.
I love the moon. I love anything having to do with the night sky and space. At one point I wanted to be an astrologist. I also got interested because of the singer LIGHTS.
the moon shone brightly in the sky, like a flashlight in a dark forest. but bigger. and brighter. and farther away. looking up at it made all my troubles seem so small…
Goodnight Moon. A memory shared between two friends. Something hard to forget. Memories follow and continue to open us up to an easier time when all we wanted to hear was: Good night moon.
The moon was lit so brightly last night. it kept me alive. the light shone so beautifly through my window i did not want to sleep. the moon and i are one when i stare directly at it.
it was a full moon that hung over them
something was about to happen, she could feel it
it wasn’t until she heard the snap of branches from behind her
that she knew what was to come
the sky is waiting
the light hits the trees but not the sidewalk
shadows, everywhere
The moon smiles down upon us
Like an old friend who has set up our match
Watching our romance blossom
Like a newborn poppy rising
Through the winter snow
The moon was bright and cast a glow over the night. There was just enough light for him to make his way along the path without tripping.
Solemn to touch, like a mouse in a liver of paint, training its self to scream.
Solemn to touch, like a mouse in a liver of paint, training it’s self to scream.
Never moon a werewolf. I found this out the hard way. My shiny, white ass will never be the same. I had to go to the hospital to have fur and teeth removed from the resultant melee. Again, never moon a werewolf.
“I want to be like the moon,” he said with a sad little smile. “Why the moon and not the stars or the sun?” I inquired. “The moon is light reflected from that which is greater…and that’s all I am. A reflection.”
The brightest moons come when you aren’t thinking, when you’re just sitting there, staring out your window, with something heavy on your mind. Then you just look up, and you see it, a big bright full moon. Like a slap in the face.
Ah satellite of love. Remind me of the days, the glorious days when she crept into my soul and devoured me.
Siting and staring at the sky. Everyone deserves a minute of peace. Just me and the moon.
We stood together in the dark, holding tightly onto each other’s hands, afraid to let go. Only the moon witnessed our heartbreak.
My mother, I keep your reflex in my little pond. Wait until my next message!
Shining on me like he knows what I feel. I dont think anyone could know…
i love the moon so bright in the sky granting wishes for all the children of the world. You are so wonderful to everyone lighting us at night and bringing us joy. you change the tides for us and do all sorts of other crazy stuff. Yay moon.
you are so bright you are so high full moon in the sky.
Lunar eclispe,
a basin of imperfection
filled with starlight and reflection.
She is my mother
and she is the tides that turn.
Cheese that greets goodnight
and salutes goodbye.
I love her though I don’t know her.
The moon is a beatiful planet. It orbits around the world and lights up the dark night sky. Sometimes during the day I can see the moon. I think this is weird because the moon should only come out at night. A m
They say the moon is pulling away from Earth. That’s a bad thing. It won’t have an effect on Earth for a while. We’ll all be gone by then but it’s scary to think about.
so far so near of legend and lore ever changing
if i could
i would live on the moon
away from this place
of sorrow.
The moon is a mysterious place. it is the first place in space that humans have landed. Its seemingly endless and eerie landscape enthralls us all.
a couple days ago my boss told me that the moon and mars would appear next to each other in the sky tonight and that mars would look as big as the full moon. i googled it and found out it was an email hoax.
Full moon. Werewolves. Vampires. I can’t think. I’m not supposed to. Shiny. Silver. Artemis. Hunting. Silky Fur.
Every winter’s night when the moon is full, you will see a white mountain hare lope across the snow on Braeriach. She pauses and gazes, dark eyes wide and fearful, at the moon as it shimmers in the silent sky.
Once, more years ago than you or I could count, she was a little girl. A little girl who gazed at the moon. But she gazed once too often, and the moon took her.
She looked up at the moon, cold and bright, from the second-story window. True and timeless it shone, witness to all her years.
I’ve always wanted to travel the moon. Watching it from far away, say, a billion lightyears or so, makes it so pretty. I love the stars around it and trying to find the same consultations over and over again.
He looked at her hair. It was sparkling as the light of the night was bouncing off the strands.
The moon’s just a counterfeit, playing tricks in the night. Parodying the sun, with insipid trite light.
the moon is my favorite when it looks like the smile of the chesire cat. it is also pretty when it is low in the sky and colored. it helps with trips in the canyon.
the moon reminds me of menstruation and menstruation reminds me of women. women are my greatest addiction. i crave their attention and have ruined so much in my life because of the pursuit of fleeting moments of temporary gratification
Big bright and beautiful. It’s always inspired me, and filled me with warmth. I’m moved by the night and the moon is something pivotal. Its an important part of my life
stars shining brightly while the moon overhead glimmers in the reflection of the water. Juxtaposition between night and day can be characterized by the difference between the sun and the moon. While in the sky, it acts as a beacon for all those on earth.
I love the moon. I love anything having to do with the night sky and space. At one point I wanted to be an astrologist. I also got interested because of the singer LIGHTS.
The celestial body that has inspired humanity for eons. Often the feminine embodiment of the night, the moon benevolently watches us from afar.
The moon reminds me of you. No matter if it is day or night. I can see you no matter what. You are always in my thoughts.
The full moon had passed. It was waning again, along with my sanity.
the moon shone brightly in the sky, like a flashlight in a dark forest. but bigger. and brighter. and farther away. looking up at it made all my troubles seem so small…
Goodnight Moon. A memory shared between two friends. Something hard to forget. Memories follow and continue to open us up to an easier time when all we wanted to hear was: Good night moon.
The moon was lit so brightly last night. it kept me alive. the light shone so beautifly through my window i did not want to sleep. the moon and i are one when i stare directly at it.
it was a full moon that hung over them
something was about to happen, she could feel it
it wasn’t until she heard the snap of branches from behind her
that she knew what was to come
Moon dots on her face tell the story like it is.