thelunareclipse

Not sure when I'll write again. So sorry for not reading you.

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  • thelunareclipse 13w

    The sinner

    His unrepentant sins,
    carved deeply on his skin,
    like an ablazing calligraphy,
    they burn him from within.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 13w

    #journal

    I'm afraid it did not turn that good as I hoped it would be..

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    The photographer

    Holding the camera,he's slowly making his way through the city crowds,focused on his task: to capture this moments and perpetuate the faces, trying to show their innermost feelings and thoughts, using the shadows and lights.
    His slightly worn jacket gives the impression that he spends a lot if time on the streets,
    not caring so much about his appearance
    as about his photographs.

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    The pantomime artist

    A street entertainer is standing out of the crowd, hidden well behind thick layer of make up, always dressed in same black costume.
    He's trying to catch the attention of the passengers by unusual facial expressions and gestures.
    Not far away from him, a little girl fascinately shouts: look mum, there's a clown !"
    He seems a bit tired, or it just the mask makes him looking weary today.

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    The woman

    She's looking nervous a bit.
    Like she's waiting impatiently for someone.
    A woman in a coat, in her late forties.
    Still beautiful, with pale face and black ,kind of sad eyes , with mild under-eye circles and slightly messy hair, tied in a ponytail.
    She must've hailed a cab, because the car has just arrived and very soon it sped away to unknown route.
    But some uneasy feeling remained,
    as if her worries were projected onto me.

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    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 14w

    #perspective

    This should be a funny post ����

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    Perspectives

    The grass is always greener
    in someone else's yard,
    or so it seems to us.

    But what would say the other side?
    They also don't look satisfied
    with the quality of their grass,
    they kinda envy us.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 14w

    The sky was unbearably gloomy
    and the rain was
    pouring down all the day.
    I could do nothing but to stay
    amongst those cold walls
    regretting why
    I get out of the bed anyway.

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    A little rain ,won't ruin my day,
    nor will sky be forever gray,
    i can sense it's already clearing up.
    Now it's time for good music or a book ,
    a perfect weather for making new plans
    or just to go outside and enjoy
    this raindrops falling on my face.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 14w

    i wanted to laugh
    laudly, madly,
    i wished to scream
    in hope to disperse
    all the demons
    that shamelessly
    were mockering at me.

    but they know how to fight,
    they deliver low blows,
    and anticipate my every move,
    they were patiently waiting
    for me to break down
    and to unveil
    my weaknesses.

    this was enough for them
    to take the advantage
    and turn the game
    in their favor,
    i've should known
    they feed on my fears,
    they get stronger
    as my despair grows.

    and very soon
    those creatures of doom
    fill with bleakness
    every corner of my room,
    my eyes and soul.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 14w

    Autobiography of a chandelier

    I was hanging in chandelier shop,
    most glamorous luster I was,
    the best one they ever had,
    a crystally white ,
    with a slight of antique touch.

    And one summer day,
    the older couple came
    they were fascinated by me at once,
    so they brought me,
    without asking for a price.

    In their living room,
    i fited pretty well.
    Since then
    they've often changed
    their furniture,
    but unreplacable I've remained.

    So i keep illuminating their lives ,
    now they need even more of my light,
    and I'm gladly doing my purpose.
    Not more white as i used to be,
    but I'm still glamorous enough.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 14w

    She belongs to the city of shadows ,
    but her eyes are always gazed
    towards the city of lights.

    He is a wanderer, eternal nomad,
    always followed by gleaming radiance,
    yet his heart was attracted
    by her pitch-dark silhouette.

    In her deep eyes sets the night,
    every dawn, the sun is born
    in his golden hair.

    He knows well if he approaches her,
    his dazzling light will blind
    her sensitive glance,
    so he never dares to come closer.

    And she's aware that her bleak soul
    would absorb all the gloss from him,
    leaving him gray and blank,
    so she always admires him from afar.

    But that doesn't stop them
    from dreaming
    of their impossible love.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 14w

    There's a transparent ocean
    inside your eyes
    and I can clearly see myself
    drowning into your lies.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 15w

    #aslongas

    Not the best one , but I tried...
    Maybe temporary.

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    As long as she breathes,
    she'll knit bittersweet verses of life,
    As long as she dreams,
    tears of joy and grief will adorn her eyes.

    ©thelunareclipse

  • thelunareclipse 15w

    One day if everything stops to exist,
    i'll inhale your last breath
    and spill it out betwixt the poetries,
    so you could bloom in bliss,
    forever kept in memories.

    ©thelunareclipse