Moon Lover

I drank from the moon its sweet nectar

Rejuvenated my bones, so weak I did feel

She taught me the tune to the love song I once sang

Wrapped me in her warmth under pale, calming, rays

I knew I was lost and knew I shouldn’t stay

Afraid of the darkness, I was entranced by her ways

The love of the moonlight, the peace she did bring

I was alone, knowing I needed to go

But something wouldn’t let me

I needed to stay

I heard the soft beat of a heart in the distance

Could hear the breath of a being so new

As I glanced to my right

Draped in her soft, sweet, rays was a soul so bright

Gazing up at the starlight

Slowly, our eyes met one another

That is when she whispered, “My dear Moon Lover meet The Star Gazer”

-Mid

P.S

I miss you

Yes I do

I miss you

That is true

These days are long

The nights, longer

When I gaze at the stars

All I wonder is where you are

When I glance at the sun

All I think of is what I’ve done

And I miss you

Yes I do

I miss you

Yes, that is true.

Time?

I’ve lost track.

Stuck in the encapsulating quicksand

Each hour getting lowered

Each day fighting to stay above

And I miss you

Yes I do

I miss you

Yes, that is true.

-Mid

 

The traveling woman

Don’t hold your breath, just let me go

For when you see me again

I will not be the person you see today

My looks will fade

My eyes will be a distant washed out grey

Lines will burrow deep in my face

Holding with them the miles I’ve gone

The memories I’ve made, tears I’ve cried

My hair will be thin, a powdery white

My bones will be brittle, quite fragile indeed

But my soul will be stronger than ever

A true gem inside my body

Not touched, or tainted, but beautiful

Let me go.

When the time comes we’ll be together again

Just not now, for it’s too soon of time

 

-Mid

Howlers

I’ve always been so captivated by the majestic beings and the myths our elders would share. It’s a beautiful world we live in. ❤️

-Mid

Away

Those nights where you feel so hopeless and alone,

Where all you know is that you don’t want to go home.

Those are the nights I remember the most.

The ones where I thought there was no escape.

No one there who could understand,

The captivating thoughts I locked myself in.

Those thoughts that made me wish air didn’t exist,

That I could suffocate myself with the stillness and silence my life became.

Wishing I could escape this hell…this damned place I found myself.

So, I’d walk, I’d walk until I could no more.

Until the soles on my shoes turned to hot rubber,

Making me feel what, again, it was like to physically hurt.

Then I’d remember I still had to go back.

But go back to that loathsome place I call home?

To that depression creating environment people call life?

“Well, that’s just how it is, some people don’t have a choice.”

That’s what they say when you’d talk about going away.

Going away where? Run away or drift through the night…

Returning to that one place you saw bearing so much warm light.

When you were so close to being free, when you had a choice,

Standing there feeling the pain, the warmth of the wet, red, blood.

So, close, so goddamn close to going away.

But people are taught what’s wrong and what’s right and that was not right.

Freedom is what I sought, it’s what I craved and yearned for,

It’s what I fought for in my dreams.

To be free from this dreadful catastrophe.

Birds have to fly, given wings to soar through the sky.

That’s what I wanted, to fly and be free.

That’s how I know what you mean when you say,

It just might be better to run away.

 

-Mid

“Are you afraid?”

Today, we look for beauty of the body, not the Mind.

Wealth in money, not the Soul.

Strength in muscle, not in Willpower.

We confuse lust for Love.

Blame others for our own wrong doings.

Cry when we drop our phones,

But avoid shedding a tear when someone threatens to leave.

We’ve become black holes who are afraid of emotions

Instead, we let those things called feelings decay in orbit.

We fear failure, therefore assume you just start at the top.

And if you don’t, one day you will, no need to work.

So, you ask if I’m afraid.

Yes, afraid one will only want me for my body

Not my mind, for that they run from.

Only want me when I succeed

My soul is nothing, my willpower, weak.

Say they love me, then leave, because it was all just lust.

Afraid that one day, I’ll become like them,

The sorry saps who think only of themselves.

Avoid feeling, communicating, and soon being.

Tell me, how could one succumb to such numbness?

402

There are things that make me think of you

Things that only you would do

How does one move on

When all they knew are now gone

Some say you smoke to remember and drink to forget

But these days both remind me of that day

The late winter, the frigid cold

I think it snowed that day, or maybe it rained

I guess it’s all the same

Days pretending everything’s okay

Nights conveying I’m still sane

When will it end, the matter of coping

I guess we’re just stuck, simply hoping

One day all will be fine

As they say…only with time.

-Mid

Poison

Confined in this solitude, the silence of the void

Yet your laughter still resonates in my ear.

They drank your poison for far too long

Tasted your pain, only to crave more.

It’s addicting, the mental torture, the emotional rage.

Little did I know, how much you managed to obtain.

Leaving me to ponder, constantly pace.

How much they can endure, until they can comprehend

How to break the chains, without losing themselves.

The brain, you see, is such a game.

A strange invention, quite complex…

I’d say I was lucky and had broken free,

From your sadistic torture, thinking I was sober

Yet here I am still addicted to just the thought of you.

~Mid

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