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  • Wish It Wouldn't Bleed

    Welcome to Moon Prose This is where I share my poetry— each piece is a reflection of my love for the human experience and the boundless depths of creativity. At Moon Prose, I offer writing commissions, crafting personalized poems for any occasion; each commissioned piece is tailored to your vision, designed to capture and express your unique story. Moon Prose is a space for dreamers, romantics, and those who find inspiration the littlest things. Wish It Wouldn't Bleed Carlton Alfred Smith, Recalling the Past, 1888 But I wish not to bleed anymore. And if it makes me stronger, then what? I don’t want the lesson in strength; the wisdom, or the need to be bigger. I am not big. Only dying, over something that has no place for grief. Not when it stripped me of everything I am, not the way it was. Should it hurt more to grieve if the lover was fair? This was not so. Why, then, are there tears of gold? Why, still, do I wake at midnight to a minor key, a haunting melody, that does little to lull me back to sleep. Time will heal. But it will always feel like shattered glass on his birthday— when he looked at me, and made me believe I knew love. That scar will always be tender. To grieve the hurt that will die; please, I only wish it wouldn’t bleed. — A.M. Sención 12.26.2024 This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission. Explore more Soulmate “I was made of a piece of you, / and you of me.” 2023 Time "I wish not the life of another," 2024 Paraíso "Tu paraíso privado." 01.15.2022

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