I stared at the reflection of the moon dancing on the waves of the ocean. It was full and bright, my special sun, ready to guide me and taunt me. The crashing of the waves seemed to calm my soul yet bring painful memories. I once would enjoy these beautiful hours of darkness with my one true love. It was here, a bright moonlit night like this so many years ago. The night that changed my life …changed me forever. I could remember the kissing and cuddling in the sand, I was so happy! Then darkness. I remember waking, seeing the bright moon witnessing my horror. I remember laying there helpless as the vampire drained his blood, his body limp and lifeless. The monster’s partner watched with tears in her eyes, my blood on her lips. In the moonlight I saw her whisper “I’m sorry”. She should have killed me that night. Just as her partner killed him, my love. Instead she gave me eternal life… without him. Now I must live my life beneath my night sun, mourning his loss each night. The moon, my guide, my vampire sun witness to my loss now my only friend as I too hunt and destroy beneath it’s glow.
The moon sits there, proud of itself. It controls the tides and the werewolves and the crazies. It dictates the course of the night and rules the witching hour. But there is one thing it cannot do. Love
the moon reminds me of love and how beautiful it really is. if only you can capture it and keep it forever in your heart, then life would be truly amazing. i love you. more than you will ever know.
Your mom left a message saying that she is buying a ticket to the moon and that you should feed the hampster its dried carrots and egg whites while she is gone. She said not to turn the fridge on because theres a pelican stuck in the icebox. The moon must be pretty darn fun if shes giving up all that just to spend a fortnight in space.
I looked up and saw nothing but the glowing outline of the moon. It was a new moon that night, but I could still see where the moon was. It’s outline was beautiful.
I turned my head, reaching my hand out for something that wasn’t there. The one that I loved, with all of my heart, was just an outline.
The moon can be viewed from many sides of the earth. Some people think its smaller than other peoples view. If you just put your thumb up to it you will see its the same size no matter where you are on earth. The moon is pretty awesome that way. It just plays mind tricks on you!
Everything that is unknown once fell down to the moon. The magic of the world. The mysteries of the universe. Everything. What a shame. We now refuse to imagine the fantastical.
who needs it? it has no real effect on me. i’m no body of water. i’m no body of anything. i’m no anything. i have no real effect on anything. who needs me? i envy you, moon.
a sliver of light, a power within a child, so beautiful and innocent, so powerful with life, controlling life, causing life, what waste we are with our life, why are we not as beautiful as the moon?
stars around the moon, I sit on a hill watching as the moon emits an ethereal glow on my skin. It turns it a cool blue and it unfamiliarizes me to myself.
the moon shone down with an unearthly light, casting glows on her eyes and making them even more luminous than usual. she was not as beautiful as the queen of the night, yet the guardian of the forest had a deeper, more tangled beauty than the other. she would finally realize this.
I stared at the moon, bright in the sky. Two tiny stars were beside it. He was behind me on the porch, waiting to make sure I made it to my car in time. We were both feeling melancholy. The moon was watching, and she has seen more important things happen.
The moon is beautiful.
in the starry sky i see it float
on a seemingly immense mass of mist
what does she see?
wolves love her dearly.
but not as much as i do.
we wail together in the night.
Staring at the moon, he clenched his hands into fists. Somewhere behind him he heard a car alarm go off, but all of his attetion remained focused on the shadows passing her silver face. He didn’t dare look away until he saw that light again.
The moon was a great place for a vacation. However, there weren’t many places to play baseball. The icecream was a little dry for me too. Unfortunately, we had to go back sooner thatn expected because we were running out of oxygen.
shes three years old. her parents are inside oblivious to the fact that their little girl has wandered outside. she sits on the grass, the cold wind blowing across her skin. sprawled out like starfish clinging to a rock. she peers up from behind her cowl-cut bangs, and sees the moon. its the roundest and brightest she ever seen it. she imagines flying there, playing hopscotch on its floor, hiding in craters, and climbing her way to the tip top of the biggest crater she can find. she closes her eyes and imagines this. her mind drifts into a beautiful moon-filled dream, laying in the damp grass, blissfully unaware of the morning approaching to shatter these visions.
I saw it from my window which had harbored the sun just a brief bit of life ago and now this perfect round light reached out, softer, gentler, wanting me and offering its lunacy like a sandwich of trust and baloney.
the moon is such a lovely thing. it lights up at night, which is the best time of the entire day. i guess that’s a little contradictory, but i don’t care. most people contradict themselves all the time. the moon has such a lovely shape.
The moon is pock marked. Cold, white, shining. Beautiful. Looking down on me, smiling. Or so I would like to think. Eaten away day by day until it vanishes completely into the dark ink night.
A white bright disc, hanging in the sky. Only it’s not a disc, it’s just looks like it. Looks can be deceiving; it *looks* as though you could pinch that bright little light in your fingers and take it with you. But all you get is air.
The full moon hung low and large over the horizon, shining its baleful light onto our faces as we stood on the deck, drinking wine and listening to the crickets. I wished that this moment would last, but as you turned to me, the pale light making your ivory skin into a death mask, I realized that the moment was finite… already gone….
i looked up at the moon, i remembered what he used to tell me. “we all look at the same moon, always. it never changes.” so i pictured him laying there, watching the same moon as me.
Bursts of blood rained down upon the forest, and soon the trees were red. We ran, holding hands, our fingers slipping as they turned crimson and hot with the last breaths of everything dying above us. Feathers rained down and stuck in Glory’s hair.
Moon shine on river and give her strength to die into her fullness and goodness and kindness. Moon glow with the light that we can emanate from withing, moon friend shine on and an, Moon glow warmth and quietude.
it’s in the sky. comes out at night. a man might be in it.. dark..
just i love you!
I stared at the reflection of the moon dancing on the waves of the ocean. It was full and bright, my special sun, ready to guide me and taunt me. The crashing of the waves seemed to calm my soul yet bring painful memories. I once would enjoy these beautiful hours of darkness with my one true love. It was here, a bright moonlit night like this so many years ago. The night that changed my life …changed me forever. I could remember the kissing and cuddling in the sand, I was so happy! Then darkness. I remember waking, seeing the bright moon witnessing my horror. I remember laying there helpless as the vampire drained his blood, his body limp and lifeless. The monster’s partner watched with tears in her eyes, my blood on her lips. In the moonlight I saw her whisper “I’m sorry”. She should have killed me that night. Just as her partner killed him, my love. Instead she gave me eternal life… without him. Now I must live my life beneath my night sun, mourning his loss each night. The moon, my guide, my vampire sun witness to my loss now my only friend as I too hunt and destroy beneath it’s glow.
The moon sits there, proud of itself. It controls the tides and the werewolves and the crazies. It dictates the course of the night and rules the witching hour. But there is one thing it cannot do. Love
Up in the night sky the moon is king ruling over the stars with love and brightness. One king to behold.
The moon caressed her skin with a silvery glow that made him want her in a way that he never wanted a woman before.
the moon reminds me of love and how beautiful it really is. if only you can capture it and keep it forever in your heart, then life would be truly amazing. i love you. more than you will ever know.
Your mom left a message saying that she is buying a ticket to the moon and that you should feed the hampster its dried carrots and egg whites while she is gone. She said not to turn the fridge on because theres a pelican stuck in the icebox. The moon must be pretty darn fun if shes giving up all that just to spend a fortnight in space.
Under the moon, she sits bare, if only just a metaphor for her openness, but the moon is the only eye that watches her.
I looked up and saw nothing but the glowing outline of the moon. It was a new moon that night, but I could still see where the moon was. It’s outline was beautiful.
I turned my head, reaching my hand out for something that wasn’t there. The one that I loved, with all of my heart, was just an outline.
The moon hung above her head, a huge circle. Unreachable and forever unknowable. Until her mom took it from the shelf and gave it to her.
sun maby i´m so far. moon i want be so close, your eyes
The darkened world sighed sleepily as the Lady turned her pale cheek toward it. Her star-spangled shawl drifted around her like a cloud.
The moon can be viewed from many sides of the earth. Some people think its smaller than other peoples view. If you just put your thumb up to it you will see its the same size no matter where you are on earth. The moon is pretty awesome that way. It just plays mind tricks on you!
i want to go to the moon, sddest day when the man made it to the moon, made it a reachable goal. something done, i wanna do something no one has
luna ,lunar,muse,inspire,wish,
dream,hope,pray.
Everything that is unknown once fell down to the moon. The magic of the world. The mysteries of the universe. Everything. What a shame. We now refuse to imagine the fantastical.
who needs it? it has no real effect on me. i’m no body of water. i’m no body of anything. i’m no anything. i have no real effect on anything. who needs me? i envy you, moon.
Every night I look up to the moon, hoping that the lady I love is looking at the same moon and is thinking of me as well.
a sliver of light, a power within a child, so beautiful and innocent, so powerful with life, controlling life, causing life, what waste we are with our life, why are we not as beautiful as the moon?
I looked up at the moon, shining bright above me, and I wondered; when did it happen?
When did I become so completely, wonderfully happy?
Whenever it was, it changed me.
Forever.
stars around the moon, I sit on a hill watching as the moon emits an ethereal glow on my skin. It turns it a cool blue and it unfamiliarizes me to myself.
the moon shone down with an unearthly light, casting glows on her eyes and making them even more luminous than usual. she was not as beautiful as the queen of the night, yet the guardian of the forest had a deeper, more tangled beauty than the other. she would finally realize this.
I stared at the moon, bright in the sky. Two tiny stars were beside it. He was behind me on the porch, waiting to make sure I made it to my car in time. We were both feeling melancholy. The moon was watching, and she has seen more important things happen.
The moon is beautiful.
in the starry sky i see it float
on a seemingly immense mass of mist
what does she see?
wolves love her dearly.
but not as much as i do.
we wail together in the night.
Staring at the moon, he clenched his hands into fists. Somewhere behind him he heard a car alarm go off, but all of his attetion remained focused on the shadows passing her silver face. He didn’t dare look away until he saw that light again.
dance in the moonlight, motherfucker.
i said dance.
The moon was a great place for a vacation. However, there weren’t many places to play baseball. The icecream was a little dry for me too. Unfortunately, we had to go back sooner thatn expected because we were running out of oxygen.
Pulling it closer and closer, he soon realized the inhabitants of the moon probably wouldn’t be too happy. And he was right.
Inside the moon, Edgar sat with his furniture sliding and falling around him. His spiral staircase creaked.
shes three years old. her parents are inside oblivious to the fact that their little girl has wandered outside. she sits on the grass, the cold wind blowing across her skin. sprawled out like starfish clinging to a rock. she peers up from behind her cowl-cut bangs, and sees the moon. its the roundest and brightest she ever seen it. she imagines flying there, playing hopscotch on its floor, hiding in craters, and climbing her way to the tip top of the biggest crater she can find. she closes her eyes and imagines this. her mind drifts into a beautiful moon-filled dream, laying in the damp grass, blissfully unaware of the morning approaching to shatter these visions.
I saw it from my window which had harbored the sun just a brief bit of life ago and now this perfect round light reached out, softer, gentler, wanting me and offering its lunacy like a sandwich of trust and baloney.
the moon is such a lovely thing. it lights up at night, which is the best time of the entire day. i guess that’s a little contradictory, but i don’t care. most people contradict themselves all the time. the moon has such a lovely shape.
The moon is pock marked. Cold, white, shining. Beautiful. Looking down on me, smiling. Or so I would like to think. Eaten away day by day until it vanishes completely into the dark ink night.
A white bright disc, hanging in the sky. Only it’s not a disc, it’s just looks like it. Looks can be deceiving; it *looks* as though you could pinch that bright little light in your fingers and take it with you. But all you get is air.
light romance happiness
The full moon hung low and large over the horizon, shining its baleful light onto our faces as we stood on the deck, drinking wine and listening to the crickets. I wished that this moment would last, but as you turned to me, the pale light making your ivory skin into a death mask, I realized that the moment was finite… already gone….
i looked up at the moon, i remembered what he used to tell me. “we all look at the same moon, always. it never changes.” so i pictured him laying there, watching the same moon as me.
Bursts of blood rained down upon the forest, and soon the trees were red. We ran, holding hands, our fingers slipping as they turned crimson and hot with the last breaths of everything dying above us. Feathers rained down and stuck in Glory’s hair.
Moon shine on river and give her strength to die into her fullness and goodness and kindness. Moon glow with the light that we can emanate from withing, moon friend shine on and an, Moon glow warmth and quietude.
It was dark and we were out of our tent. looking at the hill sillouttes, 4 mule deer–in silver outline. I didn’t know that the moon had a rise!