“Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead Nay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radio over my sunless desertscape how does it burn without the sun?” LovePainPoetrySunSadDepressionSurvivalEmptyRadioDesertEndurancePessimismDystopianWeirdHollowNihilismEndingsBeat Generation Author:Moonshine Noire
“She loves filming and taking photographs. I can imagine her making beautiful films in France or India or somewhere with a gorgeously colourful culture. She somehow reminds me of my favourite place in the world, she and Paris I can romanticize and immortalize in ceaseless poetry for the rest of my life.” ArtBeautifulFilmPoetryCultureGirlPhotographyFranceParis Author:Moonshine Noire
“A radiant full moon of silver hangs in the black sky, between the veils of misty clouds.” PoetryNightBlackSkyMoonClouds Author:Moonshine Noire
“you're the fly on the wall hearing all, seeing all ears of a wall hearing all the secrets perhaps you're the vines creeping over the old abandoned mansion walls dusty, soulless and dead bringing a certain curious life to rubble and I think you're the jewel-eyed gecko sneaking around the warm summer walls between jasmine and olive branches sticky pad toes, clinging to the walls peeking in at lonely summer spicy love-making through silk curtains from the bright orient breathing in incense and tasting decadence climbing the sharply barbed walls the smooth cemented white-washed walls because walls breathe too” LoveLifePoetrySummerColourOrientalGecko Author:Moonshine Noire
“As melancholia replaced the jarring of my invention, I sat. Unable to breathe in the smog I had created, unable to stand on my betraying legs, unable to howl at the heavens over my sordid soul. In this inferno, I became paroxysmic, my self-hatred, superparamount, numbness dulling the agony of such a devilish act, An iron curtain fell upon the surrounding world, or at least what I had left of it to be owned by the laconic eclipse. All the angels fled, disowning my prayers, the lurid world backed away, leaving me forsaken and detached, I could no longer hear the bombings, hear them fall, my own fabrication, only the dead air that came after, the intense silence. Cynical and paralyzed, I realized I had purloined a portion of Hell and given it to the unwilling Earth, Punishing those I had no right to punish, judging those I had no reason to condemn, destroying cities I had never set foot in. This is how I became Death, the destroyer of Worlds.” WarDeathPoetryDarkHorrorDepressionChaosBombingDystopia Author:Moonshine Noire
“I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.” PoetryDarkWordsFrustrationEnigmaLyrical ProseSighsMurky Author:Moonshine Noire