In search of the moon

In search of the moon,Where the brightness filled the sky

And I avoided where darkness touched

I looked all around and I still couldn’t find it

In search of the moon,

My eyes wandered 

Catching glimpses of stars 

And silhouettes of others on the same mission as I

In search of the moon,

I gazed upon your eyes

And what I found was 


In search of the moon,

I found you.

And when I found you,

I saw that the moon was trapped in your eyes.


I knew it wouldn’t last forever,

that I could only be in his sun kissed arms for a brief time.

I knew it was just for that moment,

but I still craved to drown in his golden coloured eyes.

What we had was harmless, if you really want to believe that.

Countless hours by the pool, smiles and embraces.

Conversations of what we enjoyed most, his alluring voice singing to me

his favourite songs.

The touch of his hand upon mine,

sending hair raising warmth

all over me.

Saying goodbye was hard but when he kissed my cheek

and held me for the last time, I knew I’d see him again one day.

I know nothing came out of it, that it wasn’t real,

But for a moment, it felt like it could have been.


It starts off like a gentle breeze on a summer night.

The hairs on your skin slowly rising, you smile.

The atmosphere is filled with the buzzing of bees and dragonflies.

Your heart silently beating in the background.

The sun is setting and blushing, exposing how you feel.

The warmth gently caressing your face.

There’s the last little whispers of birds from behind the trees,

letting you know to be prepared.

You’re in a daze, the waves are pulling you in.

You try to fight it, but you know that once he holds your hand,

there’s no way to beat the current.

Falling out to fall in.

I always wondered what falling in love would be like. Would it a slow gentle fall like leaves falling from the trees or would it be abrupt and explosive? I knew love was out there; there is proof of it everywhere. What I didn’t know is how easily one can fall out of love. To be honest, I always had this idea of what love should be and how it should be felt. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t follow my own rules and ideals about it. When I was in high school, I thought I was in love many times but what did I know about love? I only learned about love from what I had read in my classic novels, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, The Great Gatsby, Little Women, I can even admit that Twilight made me have certain ideas about what love could be. The thing in common with most of these books is that the characters are usually falling in love. Love is end game. It’s what makes the world go round. It should always win, right? So I guess I figured, I would always have to find a way to be in love. But you know what, falling out of love is another great story on its own. All along, I needed to be in love with one person, one that works hard, knows about failure, success, and pain. I fell out love with people that I thought I needed and fell in love with the right person. Me.

Lost for a Moment

I was feeling empty and cold,
My heart frozen in time.
Nothing able to re-ignite that love,
Nothing to remind me of what could be.
It wasn’t till I heard your voice,
That gentle, calming voice.
That spark it ignited, the warmth it brought,
I could feel my soul heating up.
That passion that was once lost,
Brought back by an old friend,
Who had been locked away in the back of my mind,
The excitement of hearing that comforting voice,
Reminding me of who I once was,
Telling me, guiding me.
I could feel the warmth rise through my veins,
Radiating heat, it was a good kind of burning,
I remembered what I once wanted.
How one downfall had left me frozen,
Here I was again, enjoying the heat,
Bathing myself in glory.
I had been waiting for the sun,
But all along, it was within me,
Waiting for the day, I was no longer afraid.
The only fever, I have ever loved,
The only burning and warmth, I have cared for.
I will try not to forget,
That I love what I do.

So this was written in 2014 and I submitted it to be published in my school magazine, unfortunately it was not picked but I decided to post it on the blog to share with you. I was sad for awhile because I thought it was just terrible but my sister said it wasn’t picked because it was terrible but because there were other submissions that were more of what they were looking for. Anyway, here it is. ❤