How Can You Tell Me?

I have been through the same thing before.
Like broken glass, the criminal minds having my mind going senile.
What do you mean I can't make it.
Who the hell are you?
I am tired of the 2 timing criticisms,
Non-lyrical explanations,
and your subliminal non creations.
You know what?
Just leave me alone.
Oh wait.
I am a woman so don't tell me I can't make it.
I won't fake it.
I will take it.
I have be through the same thing before.
Like mellow dramatic
And physic equations.
And everything is everything.
What do you know?
What does not exist.
I grew up with these intellectual ramblings
Tangible and all things containable.
Serious? I am dead serious.
My thoughts cut through your damaged heart.
To the ones who didn't believe and the negitivity that surrounds all around me?
How can you criticize me?
I'll use my words to lay the smackdown like the WWE.
I am not trying to aim to please.
But I have been through this before.
This time I will tell you all this.
You will not phase me. e

Always Love You, Completely


Your soft hands touch me in ways I always crave for.
You tease me in ways I sometimes can’t prepare for
Hold me like I am the only one.
And always distract me unexpectedly with your sweet kiss.
I can feel the love in the movement of your kiss.
A warm pleasantness since the first day we met.
Falling in love with you was a genuine surprise.
Each day, I reach curiously for more.
In sweetness, your love blinds me.
Your love completes me
Loving each day you craze me.
I will always love you, completely.

A Dream Unrequited


Here today, gone tomorrow
Here and now is something to see.
None other but myself
Around a show of silence
Inside mine, is a wave of tempest
Impatience, caution but not defeat.
To go where I go, but not alone
Sometimes by bus, train, and even by foot.
Whatever it may be.
I am there and I am me, myself and I.
I am what I am.

Simply Call Me Luna For Short Because Luna Nightingale Is My Nickname!

Funny how such a little thing,
a nickname, hold a meaning
or can mean so much and be so big.

It is not even your real name,
but an identity you can answer to just the same.
Sometimes easier than your real name.

A name you are given,
Something used until the very end.
It can be given by anyone even a family friend.

It is like a pair of clasped hands,
Seperated by an intrusive space.
It means my whole personality in place.

So what is mine?
Mine is simply Luna Nightingale
Or just call me Luna for short.

It is like the center of my court.
Meaning the moon
Meaning a songstress bird in full bloom.

You see, it means something
More than my full name
So just call me Luna for short
Because Luna Nightingale is my nickname.
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