Happy Birthday to Us!

Hello everyone and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US! 

 

got this notification from WordPress yesterday. I didn’t even know it has been five years since I published my first poem here, since I registered and began this little journey of mine. I think that the first three years of my blogging were not very good because of my insecurities when it came to publishing my work, but the last two have been amazing.  

I started to post regularly and The Poetry Bar was started. I just wanted to share this with you today. We hit 6k subscribes recently, The Poetry Bar is doing great, I managed to publish a travel blog, we have over 1700 posts. It’s all amazing and I just wanted to celebrate together with you. Cheers! 

Poem #335

Somewhere between the smoke and alcohol,
the hobbies and oversleeping,
the binges and the purges
you realize it was never a writers block.

You screamed your words at that page
to let go, to release.
You never expected they would scream
right back at you.

You used to write to let it all out
now you fake writers block to keep it all in.
Just to avoid reading what you feel.
Just to avoid facing your own fears.

Last poem by Luna: Poem #334
Our First Travel Vlog: Vacation Vlog – Island of Krk, Croatia

We hit 6000 subscribers!

Hello everyone!
Do you know who hit 6000 subscribers this week? WE DID!

I am so excited about us hitting another milestone and for me this will always be an “us” accomplishment  because this blog is being built by all of us together.

We started The Poetry Bar back in the day when this blog gathered 1000 subscribers and I never thought it would blew up the way it did. I was surprised by the positive response to the idea and am grateful for every single submission. The Poetry Bar counts 950+ posts. We are close to 1000 Poetry Bar submissions. We have also been posting for 700+ days in a row.

I never believed this blog that I started almost 5 years ago would be such an important part of my life. It’s a part of my routine. I get up in the morning, have my coffee and breakfast and then it’s blog time.

This blog helped me get out of my comfort zone in many different ways and I want to thank you all for the support you show for the works of each other and for mine as well.

I would really love to be more active on social media and I will work on that for you guys. Also, I am still coming up with ideas for the Youtube channel I started in order to publish my travel vlog and I hope I will have the time and resources to start working on it soon.

I think that there’s still a lot of things I want to work on when it comes to me as as blogger and a creator and a writer and I am so grateful to have such an amazing platform where we can grow and learn together.

Thank you ❤

Poem #332

There was nothing. Not even a spark.
When you kissed me, it felt like you were
kissing someone else. I couldn’t feel your hands.
There was no love, just the need to avoid loneliness.
It was like we were drinking from an empty cup
and wondered why we felt thirst.

Poem #332 – Purge

You wake up with nausea and dizziness
but not with the will to wake up.
Go through the day not feeling like yourself,
you are selling your soul to the devil and that
devil is the world you are trapped in.
At night, before bed, you are in the shower for hours.

You are trying to purge the sin from your body with water
as if you just stepped out of a Bible while in reality
you have been questioning the existence of God
for years now. You turn the water off, your body is burning
but for a moment there you feel clean.
You promise yourself that in the morning it will be better.

You wake up with nausea and dizziness
but not with the will to wake up.
You are already late so you do not have time to
have a shower to see if the magic works in the morning as well.
You slap on a smile to avoid the questions, not realizing
this fakeness is eating away at your soul.

The poet inside of you invites you to write the feelings down,
he whispers in your ear that they are bottled up.
So you try to purge that thing out of your body with
words and verses for yourself or for the world to read,
laugh at, call you crazy because of that.
But for a moment there, it empties your mind.

It’s all for moments, nothing lasts.
You cannot purge something rotten that grew inside.
You can only heal it but you are too weak from trying
to purge it out as if a broken heart can be purged.
You are just tired and want to close your eyes
but the demons never sleep.

Poem #331

Just come home.
This is not in a selfish way, I am not
asking you to come back to me.
I am asking you to come home. 

To the home that doesn’t have a roof
or 4 walls.
To the home where you feel safe, 
no matter where it is.
Just come home. 

The lines and the smoke won’t 
ease that mind. You need to come home.
There is safety in the light,
there can be peace in the dark.
Just come home. 

Poem #330

I do not need you.
I have been through hell and back,
got out by myself.
I shower in burning hot water
to make my skin remember of how
much I am capable of.

I do not need you.
I learned the hard way to stand
on my own two feet.
My knees still bleed, the bruises
pulsate but it doesn’t stop
me from getting up every day.

I do not need you. I want you.
I want you to kiss every wound,
touch every weakness.
You look like you are smart
enough to know what type of
blessing that is.

Poem #328

If your soul craves art
like your body craves air
it means that he stole your peace.

You let him tear down the walls
of your museum and destroy
your books and paintings and melodies

Don’t follow him into the dark.
Let him have those ruined paintings,
ripped out book pages and distorted melodies.

You are strong enough to build a new masterpiece.

Poem #326

We aren’t of those who want
to conquer the world.
We would build one ourselves.
But what is that good for if
we are playing the hurting game?

Who is going to let his trauma
win over love first?
Which one is going to self-destruct
and turn us into dust?

You need to know how to read
minds to know what I am saying.
I need to threaten to leave
to get an ounce of your attention.

Maybe it isn’t our fault we
are too messed up to love?