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poems

summer misery

sunlight comes in through an old window,
sparrows sing in the mango trees outside.
although it is a bright day, it’s dark for me-
with unexplainable feelings deep inside.

drawers are open, walls are bare.
summer breeze is hot, secrets float in.
i cry myself to sleep, who cares?
no one, really- they do not know.

drawings and drafts are torn to pieces,
thrown carelessly on the dirty floor.
last night there was love, laughter, and kisses,
but all of that i left behind.

the bed is messy, pillow wet with tears
it still smells of you, sweet and warm.
i have too many secrets, and still more fears
for today and tomorrow, and what is to come.



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poems Thoughts

voices

I’m scared to feel pain, yet I long for it. 
I’m scared to stand up, for fear of falling.
I’m scared to light the candle, for it won’t stay lit.
And I’m scared to answer when the voice is calling.
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Thoughts

I remember…

So many things have happened, 
So many people I met, 
So many places we’ve been to, 
So many songs I played. 

Now I have been gone too long.
I wanna sing this song 
Just for you, just for you. 

I still remember those summer evenings, 
I still remember the feel of your hand in mine; 
And what I remember the most,  
Is the wonderful full moon over our heads, 
And you telling me that I was far more beautiful than them.  

So many things I’ve broken, 
So many bad experiences 
And still so many sad songs I listened to, 
Even more miserable times. 

Now I have been gone too long 
I wanna sing this song 
Just for you, just for you. 

But the stars at night shine brighter when you are with me, The moon seems bigger, brighter, more beautiful,  
All because of you.  
I still remember those summer evenings, 
I still remember the feel of your hand in mine; 
And what I remember the most,  
Is the wonderful full moon over our heads, 
And you.

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Some of my friends are wondering what all these poems mean. Well, from now on, I will write each poem or song’s meaning below.

I wrote this poem two months ago, and I remembered my friends next door, and how we used to talk a lot under the night sky.

If you notice, I take much inspiration from the night sky. I was named after the moon, and it turns out that I have a special attraction to the night sky. I find the moon and stars beautiful, along with the clouds and the blue sky.

For everyone there who misses their friends or loved ones, it’s not going to be forever that you are separated from them.

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poems Thoughts

dark night

Sweet little things that I think of 
Specially at night 
Makes me dream and takes my mind off 
The sadness and fright 
Of the dark. 
Night envelopes the lamp’s light 
Making it a beautiful sight. 
But as I lay here, my friend, 
I think of you.  

Morning comes, I yawn and see the birds outside, 
Living, flying so free.  
Sometimes, though, I want to hide, 
Because I am all alone, with nothing to see.  
The day passes quickly, with me, thinking of you, my friend Then the morning and afternoon cames to end, 
And I lay awake once more in bed.  
I see the dark night  
Enveloping the lamp’s light 
Making it a beautiful sight.
But as I lay here, my friend, I think of you.  
Staying here inside makes it so hard to think of 
The grass under my feet, 
Makes life hard without you to talk to all day,
Back then, when I had more to say.  
The daylight and the moonlight  
Guides me through my life, 
At least, my life stuck here.  
Dark night, 
Lamp light, 
The fright is gone 
I think of you.