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Luna Lemon

United States

My name is Luna Lemon (Or at least my pseudonym is). My favorite book is Harry Potter and my favorite show is Doctor Who. I also love the Lunar Chronicles, Hunger Games, LOTR, and Percy Jackson. I enjoy writing poems, novels, short stories and more!

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"Words in my humble opinion, are the most inexhaustible source of magic we have."
~Albus Dumbledore

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House by the Railroad

FREE WRITING

Ocean blue walls scaling higher than mountains
Leading to merely a dust-covered porch
Every day I pass through rusty train tracks
Wondering why silhouettes don't lurk in the shadows
Or watch through the empty arched windows
My thoughts bounce off its concrete
Whispering back nothing more than a mystery

Painting:
House by The Railroad, 1925 by Edward Hopper

http://www.moma.org/media/W1siZiIsIjE1NjM0OCJdLFsicCIsImNvbnZlcnQiLCItcmVzaXplIDIwMDB4MjAwMFx1MDAzZSJdXQ.jpg?sha=b7a393ca66cb34ba
 

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Luna Lemon (United States) published:

A Simple Corner

PROMPT: Place Poem

A corner of a room
Beanbag
Pages never left unturned

Fingers stained with printed ink
Bookshelves, stuffed animals, pillows
A blanket to rest strained eyes 

Memories of words, characters, pictures,
stories, sleepless nights, endless adventures,
hot cocoa, tears, and laughter

The walls blue with white clouds
Paint chipped, slightly faded
Trinkets scattered across the floor

Keys, locked boxes, bookmarks,
pens, dolls, ripped ideas,
glasses, notes, empty journals

Memories between each page
Simple to some, magical to me
As I'm sucked back...

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House by the Railroad

Ocean blue walls scaling higher than mountains
Leading to merely a dust-covered porch
Every day I pass through rusty train tracks
Wondering why silhouettes don't lurk in the shadows
Or watch through the empty arched windows
My thoughts bounce off its concrete
Whispering back nothing more than a mystery

Painting:
House by The Railroad, 1925 by Edward Hopper

http://www.moma.org/media/W1siZiIsIjE1NjM0OCJdLFsicCIsImNvbnZlcnQiLCItcmVzaXplIDIwMDB4MjAwMFx1MDAzZSJdXQ.jpg?sha=b7a393ca66cb34ba
 

Place Poem

A Simple Corner

A corner of a room
Beanbag
Pages never left unturned

Fingers stained with printed ink
Bookshelves, stuffed animals, pillows
A blanket to rest strained eyes 

Memories of words, characters, pictures,
stories, sleepless nights, endless adventures,
hot cocoa, tears, and laughter

The walls blue with white clouds
Paint chipped, slightly faded
Trinkets scattered across the floor

Keys, locked boxes, bookmarks,
pens, dolls, ripped ideas,
glasses, notes, empty journals

Memories between each page
Simple to some, magical to me
As I'm sucked back in time,
to countless rainy days

 

25 Words

Her Voice

    Only through memories can one grow up. But the voice of her mother never truly left as a fresh bouquet was laid upon the grave.

Into Thin Air

    The field always seems so cold no matter how much the sun beats down on me. Wheat blows against my legs that stay strapped ever so tightly to the ground. My arms float beside me; the wind lifting up the hollow bones inside. I'm "fragile" as The Mrs calls me. A shell of a person who should have never even existed. For, I'm as weightless as the clouds that glower down upon me.
    The Mrs makes sure I can always see the village. She seems to torture me with its image. With just a cruel smile she seems to say, "You'll never go there. Only your mother seemed to care about you and now she's gone. Just like you will be if you untie those straps." 
    
So here I remain as lifeless as a scarecrow. Birds even land at my feet pecking at the thick leather.
    It's just me and The Mrs. And the note.
 ...

Journeys

With eyes wide open
Looking up at the sky
Searching the stars
For unknown possibilities
The world seems to expand
As their eyes try to find anything
That could whisk them away

A boy determined to never grow old
Or three Witches wrinkling through time
A rabbit hole to forget the sane
Or a wardrobe kept in endless Winter
A magic ring to weave a journey
Or simply a way over the rainbow

All wish, all dream, to go so far
And stumble upon their own desires
But when journey's end and all is done
Do they feel at home again, 
Or does the adventure linger?
 

The Recital

    Her palms were wet with sweat as her fingers brushed against the keys. She had memorized these pieces before; played them perfectly for what seemed like a million times. But with pairs of eyes transfixed only on her, her stomach dropped. With one last deep breath, she let her fingers dig into the dark ebony.
    First, the notes were soft and smooth. She concentrated on her fingers caressing each note gently, no matter how much they begged to shake. The crowd soon grew faint, merely a shadow compared to the melody. All that was left was her and the tune that flowed throughout her entire body. The music became to quicken along with her pulsing heart. Her fingers pounded into each chord as her eyes followed every movement fervently. With one last sharp note, she trickled back to its smooth melody.
   The final notes were hardly a whisper; the audience transfixed in the web weaved by her own fingers. As the last...

Monostitch

Shadows

Without light, it's only darkness, but with it, it's a story, never a step off.
 

Days Forever Remebered

    No. Not again. The windows in the grocery store cascade with rain. Rain powering down without thought. Without hesitation.
    I should've known. I should've checked the weather. I should've done something. Anything. But here I am.
    Stuck.
    Alone.
    Petrified.
    “Ma’am the store is closing in five minutes. You’re welcome to stay but the doors will be closing soon.” I nod silently not able to speak back to the young store clerk.
    My mind can’t help but flashback to that day. When the sky turned grey and the streets were replaced by water. My arms were wrapped around her. Her pigtails in disarray and her cheeks covered in tears that blended in with the hurricane’s own. The wind brought lamp posts off the ground and my eyes had been filled with splintered wood.
    "It's okay. We’ll be alright.”  I had whispered knowing my words were lies. But not knowing how soon the lie would unravel, and the pain would come. That’s...

Wonder

I’ve always wondered why oh why
There are clouds up in the sky
Why oh why I always say
Does the sun have to go away
Or why do days simply go by
Without a single bit of goodbye
I always say, think and wonder
Oh what else can I ponder?

America

Red white and blue were once so dull
Worn down from unfairness and ignorance
That once put chains on pure wrists
When the only true chains were latched on to freedom
Freedom that was truly never there
Until years of protests changed people’s minds
That showed some were luckier than others
But the luck could be changed
Now the colours are not so dull
Though some days are duller than others
A new line of opportunity is shined upon all
Though it took too long for the burden to be uplifted
Freedom finally has a small piece in our name
America… Land of the free

Wonder

I’ve always wondered why oh why
There are clouds in the sky
Why oh why I always say
Does the sun have to go away
Or why do days simply go by
Without a single bit of goodbye
I always say, think and wonder
Oh what else can I ponder?

Memory

Your voice was like silk running through calloused fingers
Enchanting me until my tears stopped
It would make my eyes heavy, leaving a smile etched on my face
As sweet dreams galloped through my head
I would beg you to sing it when my heart only wanted you
From a long day apart where I kept searching for your voice
I would hum it to myself when times were rough
But nothing came close to your tune
Although now it’s hardly ever sung
The memories of your voice warm my heart
And sometimes in my dreams, I still hear it
Soothing me to sleep, like I’m a baby in your arms again

Wrath

I can not help but feel that my heart beats faster than the rest
That when a voice speaks too loud, my body screams in agony sometimes escaping my mouth
When one piece of a puzzle is gone, my vision becomes red and my skin turns hot
When a baby cries for only help, I can’t help but cry myself
My body thrashes without thought
My mind screams when all is calm
My heart runs when I’m still
My fingers twitch when my eyes are closed
My mind burns with thoughts I can’t control
Pain pulls at me, clouding my judgment
Forcing me into a never ending rage
That twists my thoughts every day
They tell me to take deep breaths
But the more I try, the faster they get
I’ll I can do, is suffer
In a place, I will never escape

Dance

A simple box step seems like such a frivolous thing
One step after another in the shape of a square
But as I step on the dance floor my heart stops
In front of the mirror, I was a professional
Dancing smoothly like a swan with steady ripples gently chasing
But as my gloves wetten and stick to my fingers
My legs forget how to move
I let my hand be taken by a stranger
As he takes me strikingly in the middle where my legs break beneath me
He holds me up and gives me a white smile
Holding me tight so I won’t fall
As the music starts I mimic his feet, slowly remembering the steps
Soon I’m the swan in front of the mirror my fear nowhere to be seen

Tree

A simple red X
Pink and blue ribbons
Paint splattered against each chosen mark
Tall and healthy
Not ready for the end
Yet here is the X, the ribbons, the paint
These marks show an end to a thousand-year-old civilization
So others can witness the start of a new city to go with the thousands of other civilizations that fell to metal, trucks, and humans
I sit in the rich soil, feel the bumps of the roots peeking out of the ground for one last time, one more breath of air
I feel the rough skin that should’ve had so many years left, only to end by the hack of an ax
I look at each ribbon, each knot tied tight, but if pulled hard enough, one life saved at a time

Write

Oh what oh what should I write
I think with all my mighty might
A chapter book with constant thrills
A horror story with creepy chills
I pound my head against my desk
Oh what oh what shall I write next
A funny poem with constant rhyme
A somber tale on the end of time
I think; I gripe; I’ve thought a ton
Oh wait I think my work is done

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The Recital

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Shadows

Liked by 2 people

Journeys

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Wrath

Liked by 3 people

Wonder

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Write

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Into Thin Air

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Days Forever Remebered

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America

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Memory

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