"Sad stuff makes beautiful poetry, but it's not so pretty to live with." [-Merecat]
*For the Dear Diary Competition*
(I recommend anything beyond 'Tumbling Ash' for the rest is a mess of nonsense words that hold no character, no story and absently fill the page)


70. Blood Red


Yesterday the Blood Moon Eclipse occurred and all though my thoughts

were runaway dreams of purple leaves and pink rain,

I was kindly met with hundreds of gifs of the moon changing from it's normal

silver-sequin dress to a romantic

scarlet jumper that draped over it's craters and made the stars burn brighter with wonder

on Tumblr.


I love that the moon can shed it's glowing skin and become this devilish demon every once in

a while.


The red reminds me of many things,

like the anger that seems to rise like steam through my nauseous insides and bubble

as if my stomach were a murky swap spewing



Like the love embedded within his hugs,

his words that seem to carve holes in my heart and leave me with

nothing but confusion.


Like the way alarm lights flashed as everything occurred

as if I was the only one to see the warning and everyone else seemed blinded by the colour

and noise to understand the meaning.


Like the numbers that appear by apps,

signifying messages that pile like un-even books and making my phone

hot like rage.


If the moon is allowed to be the devil one day,

then why can't I?


-28th September 2015




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