LunaTheWitch🌙

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LunaTheWitch🌙

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Posion

LunaTheWitch🌙

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“Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed.” Freya informed Maverick. “That rhymed.” Bailee chimed in. Freya ignored her. “They’re poisonous. And once they bloom, everything near will die from the poison gas they put off. How big is this field?”

“About 20 acres almost?” Maverick answered. “With about 20-30 cites getting power from these flowers.” Bailee basically answered Freya’s thoughts.

“Oka...

Different

LunaTheWitch🌙

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(Repost)

She didn’t listen to music like everyone else. Well, she couldn’t. Because she was deaf. She wasn’t deaf all her life but now she was. She used to listen to music like an everyday person. Now she couldn’t. Instead of hearing the words out loud singing to the tune or drumming, she listened to the vibrations of the music. This, in her opinion, was much better than listening to the actual so...

Nubula

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

She’s my OC

I made forever ago

For a Solarballs roleplay

She’s my favorite

My most used

My escape from reality

She doesn’t get mad

When she does its rare

Unlike when I do

She’s a planet

She’s a gas giant

She’s apart if my false world

Shes between Jupiter

And Uranus

With (surprisingly)one moon- Nebla

I use her everyday

In a roleplay with

My best friend Valerania...

Poetry

Daydreaming

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

To daydream

Is to escape

The world

A daydream

Is of one of

Your own making

Though you can’t know

What’s happening

You feel free within your dream...

Poetry

The Lonely Sun

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

Kathy and I stared up at the cloudless sky. We were in the woods exploring like always. But we found a clear spot in the trees and decided to rest for a few. “ do you think the sun gets lonely up there?” Kathy asked me, curious. I think for a moment before responding. “Well he has mercury.” Kathy sighs, still looking up. “ Helios and Hermes are 36 million miles apart though.” She like using the ...

Poetry

House Vs Home

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

What’s the difference

Between

a house and a home?

A home is somewhere

You feel like you

Belong, somewhere comforting

A house is

A building, nothing more

Barely any emotional connection

Your home could be

With your friends, with your family

At the beach, even your house

A house

Could grow to

Become your home...

Poetry

Waste

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

My mom always calls

Something relating to me

A waste

I’m a waste of money

My stories are a waste of oxygen

I’m a waste of space

It’s poison

To me

These words

I’m a waste of money

Because you bought bigger portions of food

You _knew_ I couldn’t eat

My stories are a waste of oxygen

Because you hate when I love and think of

You think it’s stupid

I’m a waste of space

Because instead...

The End

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

Tw: includes suicidal thoughts

(Not based on me but i book i once read)

She wanted it to end

All of it

The pain the hurting, the judgment

She was at the lighthouse

Near the edge

Ready to jump

She was sitting, thinking

Not yet jumping

Going over her pain

She heard footsteps

She didn’t look up

No one cared about her

The person sat next to her

Wrapped an arm around her

Told her it would get ...

YA fiction

Beneath The Surface

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

Calm, collected, knowing

That’s what you see

On the surface of me

But what’s happening

Beneath the surface?

Come and see

I’m not calm

Anxious, scared worried

Those three words describe me

I’m not collected

My brain is scattered

Completely and utterly scattered

I’m not knowing

I’m clueless

On what to do and say

That’s beneath the surface

I’ll keep wearing the mask

You never have t...

Poetry

Red

LunaTheWitch🌙

1 min read

Red

A grand color

Of many things

Red

The color of

The blood I shed

Red

The color of my hair in my face

That’s improper to my mom

Red

The color I see

Every time my mom hates the true me

Red

My country’s color

Though I’m not proud

Red

A color

I know well...

Poetry