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Pain is one of the emotions that creates the best work. If your soul is in pain, that’s when you should write the most because that’s when there is a true connection between your heart and your hands. From this perspective, this is how Paulo Coelho sees tears: Photo…
Author Archives: Luna
the days
escape just barely from the harsh biting sun – that which has caused me agony for years past the world I am leaving behind is crumbling as I escape into the cool night air. by the gentle touch of the moon its light shines upon me and I know this will go too – aContinue reading “the days”
The Speck
The dust mote is a speck in a swirling sandstorm. It is one of millions. Yet it is caught up in its own importance, its own life, its own plans. The human walking through the storm thinks only of her own pain. Not of the dust mote, who may die being crushed under her feet.Continue reading “The Speck”
why?
gray sky endless sea having a life that isn’t worth living skate through without listening – wandering aimlessly without a dream.
breathe
inhale exhale and now I’m free in a moment of silence inhale exhale.
Winter
Hi guys! We are finally nearing the holidays, so I have written a few haikus about winter. Let’s welcome in the season together! Haiku 1: Snow Snowflakes falling slow Laughter; footprints in the snow Happy in the cold. Haiku 2: Evergreen Musty scent of trees I smell childhood running free Beneath winter leaves. Haiku 3:Continue reading “Winter”
Tainted Image
Our lives are viewed through frosted glass Every sight a mirage of what it is Carrying truth one second Molded in our image the next As we cloud it with the shadows of judgement. Will humans ever be able to see The true image of themselves? Or are we forever condemned to have Souls thatContinue reading “Tainted Image”
Words
Words, they can build you Palaces and paint paintings With a few penstrokes.
My Moment
A special stillness A gentle whisper of wind A secret smile
Love
I myself have never been in love, but this is what I imagine it feels like. Enjoy the poem! What is this passion that burns within me What is this agony that fills me with longing What is this beauty that I see within you What is this warmth that I feel in your armsContinue reading “Love”
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