Guest Post information

This blog is expanding really fast, new followers are coming on board every single day and I’m thrilled! Our little community is not that little anymore! I went back to posting much more of my work to the blog because I had this period where I personally didn’t post that much and now it’s time for your lovely submissions to come in!

Since new bloggers who join us have questions about guest posts and don’t feel like digging through the blog to find all of the previous posts here are the three ways you can guest post on Luna. I will probably repeat this post after every 200-400 new followers just to keep everyone up to speed.

So our beloved POETRY BAR – here you send your poetry works to poetrybar1@gmail.com together with a few words about yourself and a link to your blog and an Instagram account if you have one since The Poetry Bar does and we post your works there also. Check it out here:  https://www.instagram.com/the.poetrybar/

Our second guest post category is #savingme project – here you can share your stories about any type of abuse you’ve experienced. The email is savingmestory@gmail.com. The project was made to let abuse victims know they are not alone. If you don’t want to share your whole story, you can share how you got out, some advice to people going through this hell currently. It’s a safe place and your story can be published completely anonymously. Also, you can see that I post about my own experience with domestic abuse and not only my story but my thoughts, mechanisms that helped me overcome it etc.

Can’t wait to see what you send!

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna

Poem #308

Work, study, just do something for what
society claims will lead you to a better life.
In the end she’ll be the same as all of them.
In the end, no matter how good she is, she’ll
keep standing in the same spot unless she has
a string to pull or some money that’ll get her by.

On the outside she looks nice and put together.
Drew that smile on her face and made
them think she’s got a hold of things.
She doesn’t show any weakness because she
knows it will lead to her destruction. She learns
what is there to learn and never shows incompetence.

The life she wants is written in her blood system.
She knows she has what it takes to win but it’s so
hard to stand out sometimes, it’s so hard for her
to pull herself together when she just wants to fall apart.
Tired and exhausted are the definitions of her physical state,
torn apart and insanity is what’s going on in her head.

But in the nights she shuts the lights
off and looks at herself from another light.
She lights the fire and inhales the life
in which everything is alright.

She is shined upon a light that leads
her to the life she always lived but never had.
A life that exists only in her dreams
where she’s safe and sound.

Go on girl, a new day is coming, you should
get prepared. Blow the roof of this place and
show them you are better than you were yesterday.
Just fake some strength and try your best to believe that
somewhere out there your life awaits.

#savingme – Poem #263

You. You with your bottle and words
sharp like broken glass on the floor
from the glass you threw at me. You.
You with your addiction always thinking
about yourself. I might be your daughter
but the blood in my veins is thinner than water.
Trust me, I wish I could change that red
poison which binds me to you, maybe then
this wound would hurt less.

Did you feel like you had control in your miserable
life every time you would come home drunk
and beat the shit out of me, my mother and my sister?
Did it make you feel good or worthy? Did it mean anything?
Did you ever regret it?

Million questions I’ll never get an answer to because
to this day you deny ever being an abusive monster.
You can deny it but it doesn’t change the fact that
there is a special place in hell reserved for the people
who try to put out the light they brought to the world.

And you still think you’re a king. Well, dear father, kings
protect their heirs and you tried to put yours into the ground.
Kings leave a legacy for their kids and you just took and
broke everything. Left me with nightmares and scars
that still bleed every once in a while.

Poem #262

You lost the right to miss me.
You lost the right to call my name
in your sleep or to tuck yourself in
with the memory of my body next to yours.
You lost the right to remember what’s it
like to hug me, kiss me, feel me, have me.
You never actually did have me. You had
something you wanted to have, you didn’t see
me and you didn’t know nothing but my name

You lost the right to come back into my life
to disrupt the months of progress it took to clear
my life of your memory, to stop the grieving.
I had to grow new skin, rip out the hair you played with,
fix the heart you played with, mend the glass shattered
soul you left behind and I did it by my damn self so NO
you can’t walk through that door.
You lost the right to ever call me yours.
You gave up.
You left.
You lost.

You lost the right to tell anyone about me.
You lost the right to feel good because we were once a thing.
You lost the right to look at the pictures we took.
You lost the right to feel my scent in the shirt I left.
For as much as I care, you lost the right to live.

Changing the blog

Hello everyone!

I wish a happy holiday to everyone, I hope you are having a wonderful time. I know I already feel fat with all of the food my mother has been preparing lately. Also, I finally have days off work so I can be at home, with my family, rest and dedicate my time to my blog.

This last part is what I actually want to speak to you about. At the end of each year my brain, without my complete consent, starts to compare my life a year ago to my life today and I realized that my months of dedicating to much of my time and energy to my jobs and going through writer’s block has resulted in ny blog engagement and quality to decrease. The quality decrease is not referring to The Poetry Bar submissions, they are actually what keeps our community going, but the content I have been uploading is not what it was before and I feel very bad and guilty about it.

I am growing up, I do not have as much time as I had during my uni days but still this is not an excuse. I had big plans for this blog and for us as a community, I wanted us to expand and I neglected this blog because I was chasing paychecks and stressing about my jobs even when I had days off.

To sum this up, I decided to GET MI SHIT TOGETHER! Any time you feel like I am absent or that I am neglecting you, call me out on that. Write down in the comments that I am being a bad blogger again, keep me accountable for my actions.

I decided to change the blog a bit when it comes to my personal posts. I will still be posting my poetry work because poetry is life, but I will also dedicate more posts to my love for dressing up which you could have noticed on Instagram where I post my poetry works typed on my typewriter Olivia and my outfits. I am no fashion blogger but I do like dressing up because as much as I express myself through poetry I express myself through clothes and the way I look. The instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/luna.theblog/

Also, I thought of starting a little column type of thing. Before I would upload these longer posts on Saturdays where I would ramble on about stuff I thought about and wanted to share with you. Yesterday while reviewing my blog I came up with the idea to make a series called Coffee date with Luna. Here I would resuscitate those columns of mine and discuss different topics from what happens in my life to whatever you would like to read about and we would have discussions in the comment section because  I love it when you leave comments and talk to each other. I even thought of filming videos and posting them for the Coffee Date but I am not making this promise yet. I will still stick to my keyboard and not to a camera. Make sure to write down in the comments what you think about this idea and what would you like to read about during out Coffee dates!

I have seriously been rambling on in this post. Anyway, this is all I had to say blog wise for the upcoming year. Whenever I will be changing something, I will let you know. Can’t wait to see your comments!

Sending love and positive vibes,

Luna

Poem #261

I recognized you in a crowd of people.
I felt your presence on that street during rush hour.
Without a sound, without a warning
memories creeped up on my mind.
I turned my head in your direction and whispered
to myself “I once loved that man”.

Poem #260

You want a love that you can claim to be yours.
You want a love which will say “I come to stay”
yet you keep happiness at arm’s length.

You are holding too tight to the bruises on your heart
which will never love you back.

If you fall again, you might crash but if you
avoid love, loneliness will creep up and deliver
you a slow and painful death