http://slow.writerscafe.org/moonbug The original writings of author Moonbug en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117531 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this for my new boyfriend after our first real argument. Wanted to show him that no matter how mad he makes me, I still love him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/463454/ Raised hands and lowered skirtsDim light for pale eyesHooded figures all aroundAll curvy and heads bowedThe spiders and mice of the forestAre the only witnessesWhen the moon sucks the bloodStraight from their wrists http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/333712/ This is a poem that was inspired by industrial music. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/333710/ I saw her in a dream,A visitor from another world.She was a fairy of blue-green wingsThat glistened as they unfurled.Her skin of pearly white,Like the marble of some old vault,Was untouched by the sunlight,And her eyes were of gleaming cobalt.Her hair was silky coal,And she sat upo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/330350/ I wrote this poem when I was 15 and in love. And I'm still dating the same guy. Go figure. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/330347/ Night timeAll the timeIn my mindA fiercer paceHappy faceWith just a tasteStirring feelingsAlways lurkingNever go awayI wait to let them outAfter a grueling dayMoonbugBeetle wingsGlowing heartSoft lipsSharpened teethReady, willing, fall apart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/330343/ Turbulent winds and tumultuous wavesGrinding rocks that shake the EarthGushing blood and silent eyesAll crowded inside of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/324960/ Shriveled little heart in my handWhy do you bother still to beat?You cling to me, refusingly,Unwilling to admit defeat.Sometimes I wrap my fingers around and squeezeJust to feel your pulse on high-speed.When I try to peel you off, you bleedProfusely andLeave me with a mess to clean... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/324958/ In a crowded room,I'm alone.In the sunlight,I am blind.At nightThere is a rareTwinkling in my eyes,And my only source of solaceIs believing in your lies.It's a sad time for thoseWho are digging up old bonesBecause all they will findIs dirt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/324956/ you hold me together with pins and needlessew me back together like a rag dollthrow me back on my shelf as if nothing happenedas if you didn't take me in your armsand then rip me to pieces http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/324953/ Darkness, and all color is shadow.I stare into an abyss, yet my mind still seesContorted figures, staring eyes.There is a Presence, and all my breaths are shallow.My heart is pounding a suspenseful symphonyAs my brain triesTo piece together a hollow puzzleWhere the shapes are in my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/324950/ This is a poem about vampire lovers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/324936/ These eyes are smotheredWhen you allow them to see youFor what you truly are.These eyes are bloodyWhen you force them to lookDirectly into your razor world.These eyes are squintingInto the darkness you use to conceal yourself.These eyes are frightened,And yet wide with curiosity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/324931/ This is a poem that I wrote shortly after leaving an industrial club and the beat of the music was still playing in my head. The mix of intense emotions and numbness that the music brought out of me was what created this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonbug/321668/