Moon - Blog Posts
A tattoo design I made for art class
Hey! Spooky Friday!
Trying to be more active so have a Moon team Jester
What used to be golden and anew...
...burst into fading light, and followed the Moon.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,
How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?
For if the Sun needed the Moon,
How come it holds it's own,
How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?
But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,
And the Moon as the Sun,
If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,
And the Sun so bright he basks in it.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
And the Moon knows this,
He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,
Would want never to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,
For halos cannot light up the world.
The Moon sees everything in the Sun,
And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,
And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,
If the Sun may bring the people happiness,
If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,
Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.
But what the Moon does not know,
The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,
The Sun will weep, raining gold,
The Sun will feel...cold...
The Sun isn't meant to be cold.
(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)
The Sun needs not the Moon
The Sun needs not the Moon,
For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,
How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?
For if the Sun needed the Moon,
How come it holds it's own,
How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?
But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,
And the Moon as the Sun,
If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,
And the Sun so bright he basks in it.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
And the Moon knows this,
He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,
Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,
For halos cannot light up the world.
The Moon sees everything in the Sun,
And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,
And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,
If the Sun may bring the people happiness,
If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,
Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.
But what the Moon does not know,
The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,
The Sun will weep, raining gold,
The Sun will feel...cold...
The Sun isn't meant to be cold.
(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)
I am the sky,
The blues of the morning, happy and bright, untouched but lonely, no clouds in sight.
I am the earth,
Fertile and frolicking, wide and green, even as the wildflowers sing with the wind, and the blood that is pressed into the soil beneath me, with the wild sprouting in glee.
I am the wind,
Soundless and free, carefree and careless, as one would wish to be, singing praises into the ears of many, sad and lonely may they be, the wind may stay, not away, from any.
I am the sun,
Bright star against the sky, lambent and bent with joy, laughing with no sound, and warm but not scorched.
I am the sea,
Vast and infinite in the eyes of one person, endless beneath it's surface, and unknown is it's creatures that it is home to, all encompassing and steady, but the sea is never restrained.
I am the moon,
White with morals, but dark in surrounding, cold and gentle, wished to be unmoving, as the tides below sway to my command, as the people on the ground sleep with no sound.
I am the stars,
Bright dots of freckled light, scattered and uneven, but beautiful in every right, immovable but present, distant but not lost, away but not stolen.
And of all the things that I am,
I am love,
Ever present and unending, unconditional or otherwise, heartbreaking or fulfilling, I exist amongst them all, there are those who do not believe in me, but I believe in myself, and who is to stop me from believing me? For who am I, but my own identity of love?
If you were my moon, I would take the dark,To hug you like the night, and make a sweet mark,Your light would shine bright, I'd bask in your glow,I'd write you a love song, and let it freely flow. Your crescent smile would light up my face,As we twirl together in our celestial space,The stars would be jealous, of our shining love,As we dance in the sky, twirling above. Every night I'd look up, and see you there,My heart would skip a beat, you make life fair,And if ever you were gone, and didn't come back soon,I'd be lost without you, my dear, sweet moon.
If you were my moon, I would take the dark to hug you like the night
(Trying new techniques)
Second part of the alternate good ending.
Inspired by the Little Nightmares Comics.
Some pictures of the moon i took a while ago ☁️🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑
(reblog but dont steal it took me a very long time to get those right)
this is where i post from btw
Late night doodles-2nd April
The moon is gone today...I wonder why? There's supposed to be a quarter moon still left but I can't find it. I just finished my geography exam, didn't finish the paper. I don't think I'll do well, I don't feel safe without the moon watching over me. I have another paper on Friday(math) the moon is supposed to be gone by then, and so I worry. I'll study for it soon. Just let me finish the doodle, I deserved it.
Ring around the Moon
I can feel the end coming and I want it
Let's play a game!!!
Pick any of those hearts and draw one thing to the picked person in the heart. Then tag people who should draw another feature to a person let's see what your friends and followers would do to them!!!
@luney2mooney
Yo adivino el parpadeo de las luces que a lo lejos.
Van marcando mi retorno
“A la vuelta de la esquina, la luna celestial de cada día”
I made a cool thingy
It’s not finished btw. Forgot to tell yah.
One of the first things I've crocheted in ages. I love the way so many things can be brought into witchcraft, it really motivates me to keep at them.
the moon is beautiful, as beautiful as you my beautiful princess
