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  • midnight_journal_ 212w

    Wanderlust for you

    I've always been a wanderer
    Plucking weeds from the ground,
    Every twilight my heart sings
    And I dance to the tunes.
    A fleeting soul, insane and wild,
    They called me every night,
    But I never really cared
    'Cause you were there with me,
    In my eyes, in my breath
    As I chased fireflies
    Or got intoxiacted by the dead.
    All my life I've been drunk,
    Tripping and bruising
    In wide halls and narrow lanes;
    But I really don't care
    'Cause I'm high in your sky.
    Inks and bruises are nothing but alike,
    Running on white sheets
    Or trailing down the spine,
    I've got both, waiting in the woods;
    Branches marking my skin
    Claiming me as their own,
    Rubies writing scarlet letters
    On the parched grass of my home.
    But i won't care darling,
    'Cause I've got a dreamer in you
    And a wanderlust in me.

    ©midnight_journal_

  • midnight_journal_ 219w

    Dear Sunset Soul,

    It's been a while since I reminisced your black waves flowing with the wind, the luminescent galaxy orbiting in your eyes and the jubilant smile which escalated everyone's heart.

    The waves are calm tonight and so are the winds as they settle in the centre of my chaos, watching keenly the sunset of my life. Do you remember the scars you gave to yourself that day? I'm wearing them proudly today. Your essence still echoes in my heart; the part of me I had lost watching sunrises and sunsets is crawling back to me tonight.

    If you had not given me moments to ponder upon, my ink had been dry tonight for in the wilderness of you, I found verses to release. Your innocence is soothing the burns of treacherous memories.

    You in me. Me in you.

    Remember the dried flowers you used to hide in the diary? That's where you reside now. And tonight, the pages dance once again as the petals come out flying, breathing freedom after a long while.

    I know you've missed me as much I have missed you. Should I let you live once again or let the verses drink your essence?

    Rather, let's sit on the shore, winds and waves breathing by our side as you live once again and I create, yet another art in my soul.

    My sunset soul.

    With longing,
    A sunrise soul.

    ©crissa_moon

  • midnight_journal_ 219w

    Right beside me, holding me in her arms she whispers love, thinking I'm asleep. But I'm not. It's been a while since time graced us with the silence from our monotony. She hums the music of her dreams, caressing my head slowly as if reliving the past once more.

    The dark is a perfect disguise tonight cause the tears I shed of longing can easily trickle down and hide. Her hands, skilled with care, smooth out my hair, tucking every strangled mess behind my ears. Breathing slowly, I lean into her with a smile hanging low.

    Winds hush the time, while my heart claims every melody her lips leave, building a kingdom of memories. Her hands now rest on my head, as she kisses my forehead, sending tingles of ecstasy throughout my body.

    Silently, I murmur a prayer of gratitude, as the time continues once again.

    I love you Ma, I whisper at last.

    ©crissa_moon

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    Reliving

    ©crissa_moon

  • midnight_journal_ 220w

    Hasn't it been long since the sun kissed the ocean, while the moon hung in the sky? Hasn't it been long since we laughed at our mess, the winds giggling too? Hasn't it been long since we lay entwined, trapped in illusions of us?

    The little moments which squeeze itself in our hearts, later become the ones worth remembering. Don't you think so? The mischief of squirrels, when we used to laugh and tease each other; I still remember the way you smiled, as if nothing in the world existed but us. Do you remember?

    Don't you remember the way my cries used to blow your ears and for the sake of our sanity, you'd rock me to sleep?

    It's right there you know, the moment we were awaiting, hoping we would soon realise it's presence for its only in those little moments you create big memories.

    ©crissa_moon

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    A Slice of Us

    ©crissa_moon
    10th March, 2018

  • midnight_journal_ 220w

    Alive

    The night was back once again. In all its dark glory, it stood unravelled by his devotee. No Aphrodite she is, just a worshipper, deemed unworthy of the light and hence fell in love with the blind sight of the darkness, bestowed by the night.
    A dreaming soul among the debris of desires, she became a devotee of the night. Traps and restraints of burning past couldn't turn her to ashes; she is a Phoenix. A warrior. A king. A worshipper. A goddess. She is the galaxy, which started as a tiny star, now home to magnificence.
    She is alive; in the whispers of elves hiding in the trees. In the scars adorning her flesh. In her gentle touch. In the lost blood in battles, a mark of true warrior. She is alive in every aspect of her existence; in pain and in love. She is what you are. A woman. A human.

    ©crissa_moon

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    Alive

    ©crissa_moon

  • midnight_journal_ 220w

    The song I'll never hum

    It's been long since the lyrics of despair left my lips while my fingers fiddled clumsily with the strings.
    Everything is eerily quiet, yet the music doesn't reach my senses. It's been exactly two minutes of the strenuous thinking, when an autumnal page landed in my lap. Putting down my guitar, I picked up the page; it was from my songbook. Random scribblings turned into acoustic by none other than my heart.

    How did it come here?

    I remember discarding it along with the rest of memories, stringed with his treacherous promises. In muted silence, I clenched the page, the zephyr of cold winters and hot cocoa lingering in the air. Words are a time capsule, I tell you. Beware!

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    "Lyra, let me see!" He whined like a baby, his lips in a pout making me laugh harder.
    "You know it's impossible so just give up," I say with a triumphant smile.
    "Not so easily," he said and within seconds the diary was snatched from my hands.
    "Hey! Give it back!" I shouted but my voice fell on deaf ears.
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    The clinking of windchimes brought me out from the reverie. The page was still caged in my fingers, without any intention of letting go. The cool wind whispered music in my ears, urging my voice to dance along with it. But the restraints of past held me back. The scribblings, dancing on the curves, had trained my heart to confess my love. Lunatic, I called myself later for believing them when I saw him packing his bag, leaving behind our framed memories. That very day, I burnt every song my heart sang and along with them the tears I vowed, never to let them escape.

    But the question again echoed. If I had burnt every page, how is it here?

    "Because you left it in the corridor," a voice echoed in my brain.

    Yes. And it must have been swept away by the wind. Despite myself, a drop escaped my eyes but before I could lose control, I tore the page to bits, liberating the words from the clutches of time.

    And I sang for the last time, the song I'll never hum.

    ©crissa_moon
    6th March, 2018
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    The song I'll never hum

    ©crissa_moon
    6th March,2018

  • midnight_journal_ 221w

    Perhaps, this was never meant to be.

    I was never meant to be. We were never meant be.

    But here we are. Should I cling to this moment, which like those white cotton candies, will gradually dissolve in my existence? Or should I reside in the sweet nothings you whispered, sending my heart in ecstasy, while my body reeled with pleasure.

    Betwixt the silk sheets and your warm skin, my fingers traced the ridges withholding our naked love. Heavily intoxicated with the nightly romance, my lips inked desires. A sudden shift, and beneath the moon I found myself, as his eyes held mine, chanting galaxies.

    "Ink me," I whispered.
    And so he did. With every stroke, he wrote passionate verses, the rhythm of beats in sync. Covered in stardust and heat, entwined we lay as we breathed infinities on our parting lips.

    Thus was made a sensual art, where the night made love to the moon.



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    Bewitched Night

    Covered in stardust and heat, entwined we lay as we breathed infinities on our parting lips.

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  • midnight_journal_ 221w

    Honey, it's alright to be afraid.

    It's fine to hide in shadows or creep under your bed just to escape the demons that keep growing in your head. After all, it's just you and me. One day, maybe, you'll be able to look in the mirror and find the lost you, in me. Maybe, every thought you'll weave won't be covered in cobwebs, knocking your windows at night, chasing you like nightmares. Maybe the eyes won't lie anymore and lips will stop trembling.

    It's alright to be afraid. Sometimes.

    It's fine to drown in horizon, 'cause illusions are your new reality. Maybe you'll find the lifeboat one day, waiting, to take you to the shore. Maybe in the mirage you'll find, a dream you once believed in. Maybe you'll see through the torn silk curtains, at the grey sky now turning blue. Maybe the bits of shredded memories won't bleed through your skin, piercing your flesh every night.
    Until then, I'll be standing by the door, as my existence shreds on the floor, being swept away the wind while you lay there like a wilting flower, who never existed.

    'Cause honey, it's alright to be afraid.


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    Honey, it's alright to be afraid.

    It's fine to hide in shadows or creep under your bed just to escape the demons that keep growing in your head.

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    ©midnight_journal_