Lunar Petal 23

Lunar Petal 23

I fell in love when I said never again
Close to me, you were more than a friend,

It was always the world against you and I,

on some Bonnie and Clyde type vibe.

I found heaven in your eye’s when I never knew God,

The greatest lie was believing in that devils facade.

Amazing how you did nothing for me, but yet and still you were everything to me.

No matter how hard I would try wrong or right,
I dealt with the hell because it was you I needed at my side and still you left.

when it was all said and done you still said goodbye.

I always thought we would make it,
I guess I was mistaken.






We burned brighter when we first met.


If I could I would Nail my hands to the edges of stars with your broken promises,

Naked and Exposed my scars for all to see,

This is my Crucifixion for loving you, my Love… my Celestial being,

If I could I would tie you to those false dreams you sold me

Then watch you sink to the bottom of the sea of toxicity that was your Lies,

Watch you swallow your pride, Break free, frantically swim back to shores than watch as you regurgitate that Devils lie, “I Love You”

Why God, why make her the apple of my eye just to watch her be picked from my garden

Now I’m left blind, trapped in the endless loop of happy moments you decided to leave behind,

But it wasn’t all lies, I still carry some of those butterflies that flutter my heart, So I guess I’m still alive, Time heals wounds but wounds leave their scars
-Amir H.

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Lunar Petals 6 (Flowers that grew from Tears)

Round and round this Merry go,

the sun shines so brightly,

the warm light feels so good to her face as she stares down at the flowers that grow on her windowsill,

Eyes swollen from the tears of another fight, he is her heart and soul but the pain of sharing him with another… she wonders just how could these flowers grow here.

Thoughts of a Lunar Petal #5

I don’t want true love, but love that lies,

Cross my heart, and hope to die
What’s a lover but just another bad trip to make you agonize,

Why seek the day when all you know is the night,

Why look for an emotional touch, that’s not enough
Just give me a physical rush,
Feed me every drop of your sticky lust,

Why make love when… I… when I have so much mistrust… damn this feeling suck,

Heart open, “I love you” misspoken, this pain inside of my chest suffers from the misconception of your affections,

I bury my hurt deep into her, inch by inch these emotions got me lynched,

Why just

why was I born to love, and cursed to feel…

I don’t want true love, but love that lies…


Lately I,

Smile, reminiscing out my window

Of cinnamon like Summers, sweet

Visions of how cute it was to watch your hair flow when the wind would blow,

Each strand carelessly in the breeze

As you kissed me slowly down by the riverside,

It was “Love” you supplied to me,

A feeling I never thought I would ever find just more heartbreak and misery

I was a fanatic to the poison you gave me

Drunk off Love for so long

I don’t know how to be sober when it’s gone

Lately I,

Been feeling like a fool

Lips dripping with sin,

It’s no secret anymore

We’ve been down this road before

This bottle half empty,

Another argument of how you see it half full,

We do this all the time

Lately I,

Felt like it was sand in my hands

The moment’s pass

Your clothes repeat memories

Of the things we couldn’t control

We were bound to crash,

Warm Summer nights, now winter cold

Another needle in my skin,

Watch how fast my sleeve stains

Another ink to cover the faded pain, you would think I was an addict to melancholy,

How could I not see?

Buying into the lies you sold me

I invested every penny for your thoughts and still, it wasn’t enough change

We fell apart long before we ever could start

Two hearts with scars ruined by distant hurt that run so deep,

Just who’s sleeping with my worries now?

Lately I,

Keep telling myself I gave you all I could give,

As I cry behind this smile,

You apologize so many time for a love that I had to share,

And I texted you “There’s nothing to forgive, I hope you find joy and bliss”

When in reality, I thought you would come back and say that there’s no other Love you could feel like this

Throwing back these shots is all I can do

All I have are these emotion and drinks mixed,

How could you be so cruel,

I hope what you find is true,

I’m so torn apart,

Crudely stitched together

But I hope you doing well,

I feel so confused

Lately I,


What Lies

Burning water fills my sight blinding me from the light

I can’t cry when the sun is gone because the tears won’t let me see the stars.

Drifting through the galaxy will I ever land on Mars?

The pendulum swings, how far will I sink in the tide of uncertainty?

Washing up on the shores of your lap and still led astray by false emotions.

Such a poison potion, yet I still drink with no commotion, love is what robs me of my health.

Close my eyes and be swept away by not He who rides the pale Horse but Cupid, the real God of Death.

Here again, I stand on the banks of a river of my own reality, it will never get old building these bridges just to get over, so tired is my soul, my heart so cold.

So, stuck on dealing with these beautiful lies, I can’t understand why try?

My spirit tries to keep hope alive, oops my eyes only can see the black and white.

I guess it sees what you show.  What’s the opposite of two? I suppose that’s the only image Imma ever know, a lonely me, a careless you.@sexwithluna

The Seed

The sun gave light brightly on a cloudy December afternoon in the small city of Columbus, Ga. It’s a typically busy Saturday here, more so now as its the post week of Christmas and the very night before New Year’s Eve. People all over are out and about prepping for a night of fun and festivities. Liquor stores and weedmen all around bank big on special occasions like these. Everyone wants to either throw the biggest end of the year bash or at the very least attend the biggest end of the year bash, full of what my elders would call “Burning Water” and “The Devils Lettuce”.

I guess I should be out doing the same but lately, as I get up in years those type of parties tend to lose their luster. The last one I tended to, was just to get over a bad breakup, and calling it “Bad” was putting it kindly. That was a wound that has long since healed I guess, time gave way to a new wave of thinking and maturing. Sitting in Starbucks enjoying the latest special menu items, a Black and White Frappuccino and the BOGO Protein box, BBQ Chicken and Power Slaw, I couldn’t help but notice a young couple in the midst of a heated argument in their car. Hand gesture and rapid aggressive movement said all that had to be said. They got out, walked in, made their order, taking a seat out on the patio a few chairs across from me.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he said. “Why can’t you just trust me, shit. I don’t say anything when you be out with those bitches of yours.”

“Trust you? Are you fucking kidding me, I couldn’t trust yo hoe ass to go to the damn grocery store without you fishing for some stray bitch, let along go to a fucking party without me.”

“Wooooow, really? Okay really, you think I would fuck around on you?”

“It wouldn’t be the first, hell not even the 21st.”

“Tsk,” he sucked his teeth in irritation, “Really? Like fa real you just going to bring up the past like that? Why can’t you let shit go, damn!” He shot up walking off, she quickly followed behind him. They both got into their vehicles slamming their doors, and I just couldn’t help but dig up a conversation I had with a coworker the other day about relationships.

     Love is like planting a seed.

We all want those grand “Relationship Goals” we see plastered all on social media, dripping down our timeline. But do you understand just what it took to get there? What they had to endure and overcome to get where they are? Just how many other trial and error relationship they had to go through before finding each other.

How many times did they have to plant that seed called love?

You see when you sow that extraordinary seed, you expected it to grow and mature into something promising, especially if you invest so much time into it.

But if the soil is troubled, then nothing will be able to grow from it, nothing hopeful at the very least. Sometimes we just need to know when to uproot and replant in fresher, better soil.

A wise woman once told me, “Never take from the old and pot it with the new all that will do is spoil and weaken your seedling. Let new be new and the old stay old. The best thing to do is to take what you learned from the last and adjust to how you handle this new rooting.” She would go on to add. “Never take to how green other flowers are it only takes from the color of yours. Stay focus on what’s yours not there’s because with enough TLC it to will grow vibrant and fierce.” Back then I didn’t understand much of what she was talking about, but now as I sit here sipping down this Frappuccino, in this mildly cold southern afternoon; I believe I understand just what she was getting at.

Plant your Seed in the right soil, then and only then when you nurture it right, it will grow into a strong and prosperous Tree. A tree that only gets’s stronger as time passes and leaves its mark for future generations. Grow your Love to become a beautiful and healthy relationship.