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HowlingMoon
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Hi, welcome to my page. <3 ^^

I share my poetry so others with similar experiences can have a way to feel less alone in the things they feel. [*Warning*] Some topics will be heavy. I'll try to tag them if they are! I'm glad you stopped by. ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼
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HowlingMoon @howlingmoon.bsky.social · May 21
Poem Title Presence In Life’s Reflection Created By H.M. Looking up I catch a glimpse of glowing orb nestled high above. It fills me with a sense of solemn stillness. Why do these moments seem to hang when the simple act of gazing creates presence and reflection? Looking up I wonder about the meaning… the meaning of why I’m here looking at all; the meaning of what aspects of me are so drawn to these places; the meaning where all the things I’m dealing with begin to feel less visceral than a moment ago. Looking up I find myself suddenly filled with a desire, not one that ravages or rages nor one that whispers and solicits. This one is steadied by intent, the kind that lets you know you can embrace it or let it fade. And so I stood there, staring at a moon whose beauty is great for a floating gray ball. And so I howl. Because to live life is to sometimes let life be lived and that was enough for me.
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Poem Title: Triumph Is Rarely Successful Created By: H.M. I found the drive to create something new, my stomach growled and I knew what to do. In the kitchen I rummaged grabbing at each spice, soon I amassed all that needed, yes, this will suffice. Chopping and spicing, my imagination runs wild, stirring and tasting, excited like a little child. As the flavor dust settled, I found a bowl filled well, I grab my utensils, my mind ringing like a dinner bell. My spoon swooped in, generous in its grasp, and fully I chomped, a spoon well clasped. It was in this moment I found my truth, the flavor I created was most uncouth. There were hints of regrets and mistakes well made, like notes off key in a grand serenade. It's easy to mourn having given your all, when everything seems wrong your spirit can fall. But beneath the sting of both mind and tongue, another truth arises, a new song is sung. To explore is to discover and what's found can vary, on occasion horrors cause you to tarry. But once it is done, a journey found traveled, laughter takes stage, and pain becomes unraveled. The best moments enjoyed are rarely spot on, the memories held closest are often from things gone wrong. Expectation is helpful, the foundation that inspires, but silliness fuels our heart's greatest fires.
May 23, 2025 at 12:22 AM
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Poem Title: A Song Best Left Uninterrupted Created By: H.M. Sorrow wells up like a dew drop left to fall. Did it fall if no one was there to witness it? Conviction in my soul to fade into black alone, I sought to be vibrant but all I could manage was suffocation. Why did I speak, the music was fine before, now I have spoken, only a cacophony of noise passed my lips. I'm sorry I spoke, I was always made for silence.
May 22, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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Hi! This is a raw experience I have at various points in life. Please note: This is shared for those who might relate to it, it's not a cry for help nor an invitation for advice. You're welcomed to talk about it and share your own experiences though! Thanks. <3
Trigger Warning [Dark] Raw Expression – Things Sometimes Felt “Sometimes I feel like I’m prisoner of my past. Like, I'm so out of control of my life that I feel like I'm a kid still but having been forced to watch myself age to "present". I feel like I've lost so much time being stuck. I just want to live life again. I want to see my family as myself again. I'm so scared. I'm so fucking scared that Ill lose everything in the next blink of my eyes.” Raw Expression – Things Sometimes Felt “Sometimes I feel like I’m prisoner of my past. Like, I'm so out of control of my life that I feel like I'm a kid still but having been forced to watch myself age to "present". I feel like I've lost so much time being stuck. I just want to live life again. I want to see my family as myself again. I'm so scared. I'm so fucking scared that Ill lose everything in the next blink of my eyes.”
May 21, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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Poem Title The Signs Long Awaited Created By H.M. Thoughts and Thoughts but where were their sparks? Apathetic machination, simply a wheel to run on. Looming above, a shadow covering all to be seen. A robbery occurring, as I meander knowingly Direction is not the question when your options are 1. In a place between, a liminal space is formed. I stare through a kaleidoscope of existence, watching from behind thick glass. It seems even cages can have no bars or locks, only knowing what is to come. And then, I weep.
May 21, 2025 at 10:42 PM
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Poem Title Presence In Life’s Reflection Created By H.M. Looking up I catch a glimpse of glowing orb nestled high above. It fills me with a sense of solemn stillness. Why do these moments seem to hang when the simple act of gazing creates presence and reflection? Looking up I wonder about the meaning… the meaning of why I’m here looking at all; the meaning of what aspects of me are so drawn to these places; the meaning where all the things I’m dealing with begin to feel less visceral than a moment ago. Looking up I find myself suddenly filled with a desire, not one that ravages or rages nor one that whispers and solicits. This one is steadied by intent, the kind that lets you know you can embrace it or let it fade. And so I stood there, staring at a moon whose beauty is great for a floating gray ball. And so I howl. Because to live life is to sometimes let life be lived and that was enough for me.
May 21, 2025 at 10:37 PM
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Poem Titled A World Unheard Created by Howling Moon Fluttering notes vibrating around, an air of buzz, a sea of sound. Motion made meaningful, a world of energetic exchange, hearts found beating in sync Life brought further into itself, expression traveling the world around, a place freed from all things But even here, silence finds me.
May 21, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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May 21, 2025 at 11:09 AM