We reached 5k followers

Hello everyone!

Yesterday we reached a milestone. There’s 5000 of you on this blog. I actually couldn’t believe when I saw it because I don’t really keep track of the numbers on the blog, I enjoy much more reading your comments, seeing how much you engage in The Poetry Bar and them BOOOM. 5k followers.

I think this is an important milestone for all of us and I just hope we will continue to grow, comment, share content and support each other now more than ever.

Thank you so much for everything and thank you for helping our community grow ❤

I hope I will soon see more of your lovely guest posts for The Poetry Bar, #savingme and The Positivity Press which is active during these difficult times.

If you are new here, you can read more about our guest posts in our Guest Post Information.

I am getting back to my job now and just want to thank you all one more time!

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna

Poem #325

When I yell, it’s not because I am angry
It’s because I care.

When jealousy paints me a shade of green
it’s not because I don’t trust you
It’s because I am scared of losing you.

When I have an attitude and say what I don’t mean
it’s not because I want to push you away.
It’s because I am trying to get your attention.

My soul gets lost in the unsaid just
like my fingers in your hair.
Learn to read between the lines,
that’s where poet’s heart lies.

Once silence steps in, the lines will go away
and so will I.

Poem #324

You don’t even know I was raised in a world
where showing weakness gets you killed
which is why you are still surprised I am
unable to let you inside.

You hit me up after midnight when
I am already drowned in my nightmares.
You come and go like waves and let me
fall deeper into my denial.

I need to know you are here
to stop my mind from terrorizing me.
But even when you slam the door when you leave
you won’t hear me say: Stay.

I will just hide in my shell.

Poem #323

You told me I lack the ability to trust.
And you were right.
But this, I was trained for this.
I was trained to say goodbye, to leave
without making a sound, to take loss in my stride.
Living with the mantra “Good things don’t happen
to people like me” keeps me on my feet,
ready to run when things collapse and
the painful truth comes out.

Poem #322

You avoid catching him in a lie
because you don’t want to stop the fairytale.
I wish you’d realize you are breaking your heart
every time you turn a blind eye to the red flags.

Poem #321

You are giving yourself out.
You put a bow on your head,
turned yourself into a gift for
the one who would like to take you.
You just want to be something to anyone
in order to feel like a someone.
Do you value yourself so little?
It’s sad you do not know your beautiful
soul is a gift that keeps on giving.

Poem #320

How can you corrupt something so
young and innocent?
As if getting her attention wasn’t enough,
you now want to expand your influence,
see how much you can manipulate
the mind that still believes in a happy end.
Do you get off on causing pain?

Her soul wasn’t ready to take a beating
but you didn’t blink an eye while
turning her into the other girl
the second option for your lonely nights.
You took one look at her, didn’t care what was inside.
You called her gut feelings a joke
while you were turning her into one.

Where is the finish line, where is the satisfaction
of making someone feel filthy, worth less than a dime
How can you corrupt something so
young and innocent?
Did you even feel the shame
or you just let her take the fall?

Poem #319

Tonight I will forgive myself.
I will forgive myself for all the times
I let you in knowing you will leave without a word,
without a whisper of why and where.
I will forgive myself for not letting you in tonight
and denying myself the pleasure of pretending to
belong to you, of feeling wanted.
I will forgive myself for everything I’ve done to hurt myself.
From now on, it will only be me until completely healed.

Poem #318

And so we live.
Our inner ten year olds are ashamed of us.
But we still live.
Our freedom is shackled by the opinions of others.
But we still live.
Our days are a well played out routine.
But we still live.
We slayed our dreams with the knife called reality.
But are we still alive?

Poem #317

You told me I am disturbingly
easy to fall in love with.
I didn’t know if I should say thank you
or slap you.
Am I so ordinary that I can be
everyone’s cup of tea?
Can’t you see I am a shot of whiskey?