August 30th, 2018 Poem: Searching For my Freedom (Pt. 2; aka, How I Feel Sometimes...)
My mind is screaming,
my lungs are bleeding...
I feel such pain,
yet I can't cry.
My bones are breaking,
my heart is aching,
my body's shaking...
yet I won't die.
Alas, the feelings are mutual:
I hate my life and it hates me;
and all I want to do right now is scream--
wake up from this nightmare and escape to a dream..
To be continued...
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
my lungs are bleeding...
I feel such pain,
yet I can't cry.
My bones are breaking,
my heart is aching,
my body's shaking...
yet I won't die.
Alas, the feelings are mutual:
I hate my life and it hates me;
and all I want to do right now is scream--
wake up from this nightmare and escape to a dream..
To be continued...
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 4th, 2018 Poem: Searching For my Freedom (Pt. 1)
Searching for my Freedom,
Something to break these ties,
These thoughts in my head
The pain in my heart, the lies;
The dry tears on my bed;
My vision is blurry,
My limbs are weak,
The only thing that I can see right now, is defeat.
Searching for my Freedom, is not an easy task-
the independence I crave, feels foggy and vast.
But that dark friend in the corner, the one always there-
To bring me his misery,
Sadness and nightmares
He seems to be the only one that cares.
He comforts and hugs me tightly, when all I know and see,
Is nothing but darkness, ahead for me...
To be continued...
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Something to break these ties,
These thoughts in my head
The pain in my heart, the lies;
The dry tears on my bed;
My vision is blurry,
My limbs are weak,
The only thing that I can see right now, is defeat.
Searching for my Freedom, is not an easy task-
the independence I crave, feels foggy and vast.
But that dark friend in the corner, the one always there-
To bring me his misery,
Sadness and nightmares
He seems to be the only one that cares.
He comforts and hugs me tightly, when all I know and see,
Is nothing but darkness, ahead for me...
To be continued...
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
June 17th, 2018 Father's Day Poem: My Dad
There is nothing more great,
nothing more fun,
than my dad, who helps me up,
when the bitter moments come.
We also have our silly days,
our never ending laughter;
but also our stressful, sad days,
and the pain that comes after.
But if I didn't have my dad,
to help me through them all,
the meaning of Father's Day, to me,
would be nothing short of small.
Happy Father's Day, dad.
I am so grateful for being
raised with a dad. <3
With Love,
-Unique <3
nothing more fun,
than my dad, who helps me up,
when the bitter moments come.
We also have our silly days,
our never ending laughter;
but also our stressful, sad days,
and the pain that comes after.
But if I didn't have my dad,
to help me through them all,
the meaning of Father's Day, to me,
would be nothing short of small.
Happy Father's Day, dad.
I am so grateful for being
raised with a dad. <3
With Love,
-Unique <3
May 13th, 2018 Mother's Day Poem: Dearest Mother...
Dearest Mother,
my bosom friend;
I will cherish all that you've taught me,
until this life's end.
Whenever I feel lonely, upset or down,
you seem to find a way to turn it around.
As the springtime, your wisdom grows;
& when on certain things we're confused, (somehow),
you always happen to know.
God gave me such a gift, that I'd never replace;
that gift is you--
and for that, Happy Mother's Day.
Note to mom:
I would be a fool to want a
"new mother" in place of you!
You have helped me, stood with me,
and you continue to stand with me, through the hardest
and lowest places of my life.
I cannot remember a time where you weren't
there for me; & for that I am grateful & blessed
to have you in my life & as my mother
(which I truly don't deserve).
You are one of my closest friends,
& I love you more than you know.
I pray that God continues to do wonderful
things in your life. -Love, Unique <3
my bosom friend;
I will cherish all that you've taught me,
until this life's end.
Whenever I feel lonely, upset or down,
you seem to find a way to turn it around.
As the springtime, your wisdom grows;
& when on certain things we're confused, (somehow),
you always happen to know.
God gave me such a gift, that I'd never replace;
that gift is you--
and for that, Happy Mother's Day.
Note to mom:
I would be a fool to want a
"new mother" in place of you!
You have helped me, stood with me,
and you continue to stand with me, through the hardest
and lowest places of my life.
I cannot remember a time where you weren't
there for me; & for that I am grateful & blessed
to have you in my life & as my mother
(which I truly don't deserve).
You are one of my closest friends,
& I love you more than you know.
I pray that God continues to do wonderful
things in your life. -Love, Unique <3
April 1st, 2018 Easter Poem: The Reason I'm Living
I believe,
that there is something that's inside of me,
that's pushing my will to live and breath,
another day.
And what's inside,
pulls stronger than the things I've left behind,
on this bumpy journey I call life,
& it's Jesus Christ.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
that there is something that's inside of me,
that's pushing my will to live and breath,
another day.
And what's inside,
pulls stronger than the things I've left behind,
on this bumpy journey I call life,
& it's Jesus Christ.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
March 20th, 2018 Spring Equinox Poem: It's Finally Here!
The flowers come alive,
& bees will buzz along;
the birds will chirp more loudly,
& sing their precious songs.
And it's no mystery,
why they're so happy;
For in this lively time,
Spring has finally arrived.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
& bees will buzz along;
the birds will chirp more loudly,
& sing their precious songs.
And it's no mystery,
why they're so happy;
For in this lively time,
Spring has finally arrived.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
February 14th, 2018 Valentine's Day Poem: Love of Mine
Wherever thou goest,
to the highest mountain,
to the lowest,
I am not far behind.
I love you with all that I AM,
oh apple of my eye;
sweet darling of mine.
Though darkness may tempt thou rebellious flesh,
and troubles refuse to subside,
just cling to the rock,
upon which you stand,
& never let go of my unchanging hands--
there, I shall provide.
So never lose sight of the promise I have for you,
where we shall meet again in the New Life,
where you'll open your eyes,
to see my arms open wide,
to welcome this love of mine.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
to the highest mountain,
to the lowest,
I am not far behind.
I love you with all that I AM,
oh apple of my eye;
sweet darling of mine.
Though darkness may tempt thou rebellious flesh,
and troubles refuse to subside,
just cling to the rock,
upon which you stand,
& never let go of my unchanging hands--
there, I shall provide.
So never lose sight of the promise I have for you,
where we shall meet again in the New Life,
where you'll open your eyes,
to see my arms open wide,
to welcome this love of mine.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
January 22nd, 2018; Poem about Life & Death, & Moving on in the New Year: Winter Skies
As pale blue skin when an old soul dies,
is the death-like color of the winter skies.
& at that moment,
The decay of nature, is all that you can see,
then all that's life to you, becomes as a broken piece.
The mind stars to wander, praying for spring again,
yet for a better future, you're still wondering when.
However, remember love,
Though the trees may dull,
& the roads are bathed in snow,
the one thing that'll never thaw,
is a heart that still has hope.
Death is only part of life--
that shows clearest in the spring;
open your heart to understanding,
and see what it can bring.
Soon the warmth will return,
& the sun'll brightly shine,
& we'll look back at the old memoirs,
and we'll bury it in time.
So be grateful for this gift called life--
yet, never forget, the beauty in winter skies.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
is the death-like color of the winter skies.
& at that moment,
The decay of nature, is all that you can see,
then all that's life to you, becomes as a broken piece.
The mind stars to wander, praying for spring again,
yet for a better future, you're still wondering when.
However, remember love,
Though the trees may dull,
& the roads are bathed in snow,
the one thing that'll never thaw,
is a heart that still has hope.
Death is only part of life--
that shows clearest in the spring;
open your heart to understanding,
and see what it can bring.
Soon the warmth will return,
& the sun'll brightly shine,
& we'll look back at the old memoirs,
and we'll bury it in time.
So be grateful for this gift called life--
yet, never forget, the beauty in winter skies.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
December 31st, 2017 New Year's Poem: The More...
The more I stay on this earth,
the more I want to go,
and the more questions are answered,
the more no one knows.
The more I see things change,
the more so I can't believe;
Yet the more my soul sings,
"Even so, come Lord Jesus, please."
ADD-ON:
When will it move on, will it even begin?
Shall the questions pile up and never end?
Is there more than our eyes can already see?
Is 2018 the year that it will be?
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
(edit: I am going to miss 2017, it was one of the best, if not, the best year of my life. I am expecting God to do great things in 2018!)
December 24th. 2017, Christmas Poem: Family First & Always..
Waking up in wintertime when spices fill the air,
and warmth from hugs, from those you love, is so wonderful to share.
The family laughs, and funny moments, is always time well spent--
and when life goes on, and you're alone, it's the thing one should not forget.
The gifts and treats on Christmas day could matter less to me,
for the moments cherished the most forever, are always those with family.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
and warmth from hugs, from those you love, is so wonderful to share.
The family laughs, and funny moments, is always time well spent--
and when life goes on, and you're alone, it's the thing one should not forget.
The gifts and treats on Christmas day could matter less to me,
for the moments cherished the most forever, are always those with family.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
November 23rd, 2017 Thanksgiving Poem: Thank & Celebrate!
(Sing tune in "It's Raining, It's Pouring".)
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
A time to be living!
When we will thank,
and celebrate,
our God who grants us blessings!
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!
A time to be living!
When we will thank,
and celebrate,
our God who grants us blessings!
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
October 14th, 2017 Poem: What Say Ye To Death?
The Door eagerly awaits, leads the willing,
yet the unready-- in a nearly cruel invitation, for some.
But oh, what beautiful solace, when our soul finally
separates from this cumbersome and vulnerable flesh;
then, there comes that intriguing moment when death becomes,
once again, as a mystery to the rightfully curious:
the living, and an accomplished beginning
for those who have answered their Door.
The tired may see death as the final place of rest and escape,
the inane a blank space--but what will you see therein, what
will you say when you finally enter humanity's greatest mystery of all,
or will you even say anything at all?
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
yet the unready-- in a nearly cruel invitation, for some.
But oh, what beautiful solace, when our soul finally
separates from this cumbersome and vulnerable flesh;
then, there comes that intriguing moment when death becomes,
once again, as a mystery to the rightfully curious:
the living, and an accomplished beginning
for those who have answered their Door.
The tired may see death as the final place of rest and escape,
the inane a blank space--but what will you see therein, what
will you say when you finally enter humanity's greatest mystery of all,
or will you even say anything at all?
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
August 21st, 2017 In Honor of the Solar Eclipse Poem: How I Long
Jupiter, Mars, the galaxies afar;
such awe and peace I'm in
when I wonder at the stars!
Though bound by gravity,
my stubborn spirit still has the will,
to see the Milkyway Galaxy,
and climb on Orion's hills!
There, the place of no finite start,
the confounding cosmos;
Heaven's neighbor, God's art.
And if once I stop to observe,
my mind is in a daze,
So much that I am numb to my milieu,
for it becomes as grey.
I believe I don't belong here,
and neither do you; and the more
we see this world decay, the more
the fact reigns true.
Some will call me rather mad and aloof
for thinking such complex things,
But the truth of the matter is
I don't care what they think;
howbeit, I shall forevermore exclaim:
I feel like I can grow wings, and take flight,
to where I should be--
for I am madly in love
with the universe, and it's teasing mystery!
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
such awe and peace I'm in
when I wonder at the stars!
Though bound by gravity,
my stubborn spirit still has the will,
to see the Milkyway Galaxy,
and climb on Orion's hills!
There, the place of no finite start,
the confounding cosmos;
Heaven's neighbor, God's art.
And if once I stop to observe,
my mind is in a daze,
So much that I am numb to my milieu,
for it becomes as grey.
I believe I don't belong here,
and neither do you; and the more
we see this world decay, the more
the fact reigns true.
Some will call me rather mad and aloof
for thinking such complex things,
But the truth of the matter is
I don't care what they think;
howbeit, I shall forevermore exclaim:
I feel like I can grow wings, and take flight,
to where I should be--
for I am madly in love
with the universe, and it's teasing mystery!
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
May 24th, 2017 Love Poem: Love's Definition
When you really like someone,
and you don't know why,
it's proven that it's real love,
and it'll never die.
Even if that person's feelings
are not the same,
the love you have for them,
will still remain.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
and you don't know why,
it's proven that it's real love,
and it'll never die.
Even if that person's feelings
are not the same,
the love you have for them,
will still remain.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
April 22nd, 2017 Poem: Anxiety
It's always around to keep you awake,
It feeds off your failures, and future mistakes-
It wants you to think.
It lingers in crowds, dark places even,
It sucks you up when there's nothing to believe in.
It steals your joy, it's a horrible demon.
The one thing I mentioned is the bane of society,
for this demon I mentioned, is the spirit of Anxiety.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
It feeds off your failures, and future mistakes-
It wants you to think.
It lingers in crowds, dark places even,
It sucks you up when there's nothing to believe in.
It steals your joy, it's a horrible demon.
The one thing I mentioned is the bane of society,
for this demon I mentioned, is the spirit of Anxiety.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
March 13th, 2017 Poem: Live For Now
The painful memories we hold in our hearts
is nothing more than death;
it starves our well being, our souls,
our minds- it suffocates.
With unreasonable guilt,
you initiate; you procrastinate,
you swell in the cold-
'till you have nothing left.
Why don't we escape this web
that binds our horrid lies?
For you cannot change the
past, no matter how hard you try.
The road we walk is irrevocable,
the stream only goes one way;
the grass shall replace at its on pace;
but your past shall never change.
So hold your head up,
Never look down;
because there are greater
things always ahead -
when we live for now.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
February 23rd, 2017 Poem: I Trust My God
"Tied up in a hole I can't control,
nowhere to run, stuck in limbo,"
is what the devil whispers to get me to think
My God can't heal, when I'm on the brink.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
nowhere to run, stuck in limbo,"
is what the devil whispers to get me to think
My God can't heal, when I'm on the brink.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
January 20th, 2017 Poem: Laisser aller (Au Revoir, Appréhension)
Hello vile eyes, staring back at me.
G'day, thick darkness, filled with
terror and deceit.
I thought I was far from God's
precious grace; but really, I'm farther
from thine cloudiness thou creates
The picture my past would paint
was drowned with regret and grey,
the stains of guilt, over my head would sway.
But yet, I'm fighting to take my stand,
to rise above the soil; and I shall spoil
your plans to wound my wings again.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
G'day, thick darkness, filled with
terror and deceit.
I thought I was far from God's
precious grace; but really, I'm farther
from thine cloudiness thou creates
The picture my past would paint
was drowned with regret and grey,
the stains of guilt, over my head would sway.
But yet, I'm fighting to take my stand,
to rise above the soil; and I shall spoil
your plans to wound my wings again.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
December 20th, 2016, In Memory Poem: In Aghast
As the bitter rains stains the fallen leaves,
and the winds caress the trees,
is my mind now in a state of harsh reality,
that I simply cannot believe.
-© Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova; the 18th of December, r.i..p)
and the winds caress the trees,
is my mind now in a state of harsh reality,
that I simply cannot believe.
-© Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova; the 18th of December, r.i..p)
November 24th, 2016: Thanksgiving Poem: Delectation in Celebration
Every day you wake,
remember your life is hallowed,
and think positive,
that good things should follow.
Life is always mutable,
and the challenges may make you thunderstruck;
but the greatest are given to those who
are filled with potential,
not just a chance of luck.
So anytime you feel in
a harum-scarum of life,
and your being feels in state of compunction,
get comfortable,
be fearless- as we travel in this
beautiful corruption..
Give love to the ones
who anger you most,
be thankful for the pain and tears;
rollick when you think of sucess as your goal and host;
as you run past Doubt and Fear.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
remember your life is hallowed,
and think positive,
that good things should follow.
Life is always mutable,
and the challenges may make you thunderstruck;
but the greatest are given to those who
are filled with potential,
not just a chance of luck.
So anytime you feel in
a harum-scarum of life,
and your being feels in state of compunction,
get comfortable,
be fearless- as we travel in this
beautiful corruption..
Give love to the ones
who anger you most,
be thankful for the pain and tears;
rollick when you think of sucess as your goal and host;
as you run past Doubt and Fear.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
November 21st, 2016 Poem: Pressure, Pressure
My head is encompassed with strain,
my eyes see constant fear.
My aching heart is soon to burst,
there is no resting here.
How much longer shall I keep it in,
shall my soul kiss life's decay?
Will the naked snow finally melt again;
and take away this wall of abstain?
should my lungs breathe in a familiar scent,
and suddenly fly away?
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
my eyes see constant fear.
My aching heart is soon to burst,
there is no resting here.
How much longer shall I keep it in,
shall my soul kiss life's decay?
Will the naked snow finally melt again;
and take away this wall of abstain?
should my lungs breathe in a familiar scent,
and suddenly fly away?
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
October 21st, 2016 Poem: Sometimes...
Sometimes I truly wonder
if my life has a purpose,
then it's stuck in my head
from morning 'till bed, and
my dreams become a circus.
I worry about my age,
I worry about death,
I worry about every move I make,
and every single breath.
I never can relax,
and I always am in fear.
Maybe It'll remain this way,
but then I think of what God would say,
and I remember why I'm here.
Sometimes it may feel hopeless,
and you feel pressure in this age,
but God has brought you here for
a reason, so relax, it'll be okay.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
September 22nd, 2016, Fall Equinox Poem: Everything Changes
Nothing is ever permanent;
such as the beautiful green
leaves that revert to brown
in the cool crisp fall.
The wind blows away, but is constant;
like every other nostalgic memory
that has gone by.
Yet the leaves change, and still die;
reminding you of those who grew of age,
and flew away with the clouds.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
such as the beautiful green
leaves that revert to brown
in the cool crisp fall.
The wind blows away, but is constant;
like every other nostalgic memory
that has gone by.
Yet the leaves change, and still die;
reminding you of those who grew of age,
and flew away with the clouds.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
August 22nd, 2016 Poem: My Mind is a Cosmopolis
You'd think I am just shy, a girl that behaves quietly;
but my mind is full of different thoughts, different personalities.
It's like a waterfall, going down a cold stream,
where I am allowed to be who I want to be; 'o it is a dream.
There is no sadness in this undying nirvana,
as my whole being can touch the sky.
To unwind in this soul case, and close my eyes,
is to succumb this craving of freedom, and lief fly;
yet all in my mind...
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 22nd, 2016 Poem: Why Disoriented?
We always seem to confuse waiting with doubt,
and guilt with a stand-still.
We think we'll wait until the perfect timing.
We're never sure of how we will overcome,
or what can be done at that moment;
So we end up in sorrow, because we always think tomorrow will be the day,
but we never stop to pray for courage,
or fearlessness, so we end up in the hole of selfishness,
because we put God on hold, just so our fear can stay.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
and guilt with a stand-still.
We think we'll wait until the perfect timing.
We're never sure of how we will overcome,
or what can be done at that moment;
So we end up in sorrow, because we always think tomorrow will be the day,
but we never stop to pray for courage,
or fearlessness, so we end up in the hole of selfishness,
because we put God on hold, just so our fear can stay.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
June 22nd, 2016 Poem: Rain Ballad
Oh raindrops, tears from the Heavens-
How loud is thy rage upon the earth.
Yet you show mercy and compassion,
And to the earth you give birth.
As I continue to listen to your rhythm and beat,
you slowly change your tone.
Then abreast Mother Nature you bleed,
suddenly you are as a song.
Dewdrops and rainbows come from you,
and your intimate showers I can't describe.
And soundly upon the grass you lay,
after the sunrise has come alive.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
How loud is thy rage upon the earth.
Yet you show mercy and compassion,
And to the earth you give birth.
As I continue to listen to your rhythm and beat,
you slowly change your tone.
Then abreast Mother Nature you bleed,
suddenly you are as a song.
Dewdrops and rainbows come from you,
and your intimate showers I can't describe.
And soundly upon the grass you lay,
after the sunrise has come alive.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
May 23rd, 2016 Poem: Wait...
Life snatches away so many things,
like a cobra who is so famished from searching
for his prey.
Then it brings together souls that are from afar,
like a matchmaker sent from the stars above.
It tears apart many people, and then
pieces them back together.
I have found that if I wait at the right time,
I can catch a glimpse of the sunrise,
and finally be happy....but I just have to wait.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
like a cobra who is so famished from searching
for his prey.
Then it brings together souls that are from afar,
like a matchmaker sent from the stars above.
It tears apart many people, and then
pieces them back together.
I have found that if I wait at the right time,
I can catch a glimpse of the sunrise,
and finally be happy....but I just have to wait.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
April 26th, 2016 Poem : Purple Skies & Dark Grass
I dream of a life beyond the stars;
Where the skies are filled in bountiful color,
and spring never ends;
and I so dearly wish to dwell in it.
My heart aches, pains, my sadness boils under my skin;
my eyes have lost sight of the light,
and my soul has hollowed like a glass picture frame.
Everything on this soil has withered away;
the trees have turned to shadows,
the ocean has faded, and I am thirsty.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Where the skies are filled in bountiful color,
and spring never ends;
and I so dearly wish to dwell in it.
My heart aches, pains, my sadness boils under my skin;
my eyes have lost sight of the light,
and my soul has hollowed like a glass picture frame.
Everything on this soil has withered away;
the trees have turned to shadows,
the ocean has faded, and I am thirsty.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
March 23rd, 2016 Poem: Pen & Pencil Music
She writes, and draws in frivolity;
her ideas caress the page.
With rhythm and beat,
and tune to the ink,
she enjoys this type of play!
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
her ideas caress the page.
With rhythm and beat,
and tune to the ink,
she enjoys this type of play!
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
February 14, 2016 Valentine's Day Poem: I Will Never Forget
What I have found is more precious than
rubies from a treasury, and shines like
the endless sea; oh, how wondrous is
thy beauty.
But should your heart become so numb,
that no intimate power can break the box that you are in?
I have searched far and wide, for the perfect person to be
mine; yet none can qualify. And as I come nearer,
my love for you becomes
clearer.
Life is too short to spend it alone,
and I realize this reality,
now that that I've grown into maturity
but yet much hate towards me
you've shown.
So timid, so fragile; yet so full of light,
why have you shut all openness
into the darkness, and made it
of blight?
You've become so distant,
yet still so full of mystery
and you've made me like a firefly
that is resistant
to warmth.
I feel such pain every night,
and torment; because you are gone, I am torn.
For you were the only one, who erased this feign
feeling, and my resent
towards life.
Where are you, all of this time, for I have been waiting
to lay your beating heart close to mine.
Still, I will never forget the chance which could have been,
because, maybe one day, we shall
meet again.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
rubies from a treasury, and shines like
the endless sea; oh, how wondrous is
thy beauty.
But should your heart become so numb,
that no intimate power can break the box that you are in?
I have searched far and wide, for the perfect person to be
mine; yet none can qualify. And as I come nearer,
my love for you becomes
clearer.
Life is too short to spend it alone,
and I realize this reality,
now that that I've grown into maturity
but yet much hate towards me
you've shown.
So timid, so fragile; yet so full of light,
why have you shut all openness
into the darkness, and made it
of blight?
You've become so distant,
yet still so full of mystery
and you've made me like a firefly
that is resistant
to warmth.
I feel such pain every night,
and torment; because you are gone, I am torn.
For you were the only one, who erased this feign
feeling, and my resent
towards life.
Where are you, all of this time, for I have been waiting
to lay your beating heart close to mine.
Still, I will never forget the chance which could have been,
because, maybe one day, we shall
meet again.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
January 27th, 2016: Cabin Fever (Based on a true story)
Marla ran inside the house,
as the snow was creeping in.
Bundling in her bedtime blouse,
as the covers blocked the wind.
Excited she was to wake up the very next day,
hoping the snow would be gone.
But to her disappointment,
the snow was there to stay
sadly, still, at the crack of dawn.
What are we to do, 'till the snow goes away?
Shall we drink hot cocoa,
or find board games to play?
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
as the snow was creeping in.
Bundling in her bedtime blouse,
as the covers blocked the wind.
Excited she was to wake up the very next day,
hoping the snow would be gone.
But to her disappointment,
the snow was there to stay
sadly, still, at the crack of dawn.
What are we to do, 'till the snow goes away?
Shall we drink hot cocoa,
or find board games to play?
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
December 31st, 2015 New Year's Eve Poem: Whatever Lies Ahead
Old, new, whatever it may be,
everything will be different in 2016.
The fashions, your age, your view on life,
the newborns to appear; and the old ones, out of sight!
Some people think change is a chance to change; others view each
new year, again, the same.
And, sometimes, I fear of not seeing beyond the sunset,
and God's promises I tend to forget.
But then comes back to mind
all what others have said.
So I remember to be patient and see
instead, of what God has planned for you and me, ahead.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
everything will be different in 2016.
The fashions, your age, your view on life,
the newborns to appear; and the old ones, out of sight!
Some people think change is a chance to change; others view each
new year, again, the same.
And, sometimes, I fear of not seeing beyond the sunset,
and God's promises I tend to forget.
But then comes back to mind
all what others have said.
So I remember to be patient and see
instead, of what God has planned for you and me, ahead.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
December 25th, 2015 Christmas Poem: L'amour dans une crèche (Love in a manger)
This Day, this time, this moment, is where everything in life
becomes nothing more than a chance for the broken to be repaired,
the world to be free.
For tonight, love was born in a manger, and all nature shall come alive!
So may we sing, "Joy to the King!" Let us share, and care,
and raise our voices high. For, tonight, let earth receive her king!
(Français)
Cette Journée , cette fois , ce moment ,
est l'endroit où tout dans la vie devient rien de plus qu'une
chance pour le cassé pour être réparé ,
le monde d'être libre .
Pour ce soir , l'amour est né dans une mangeoire ,
et toute la nature entrera en vie !
Ainsi pouvons-nous chanter, " Joy to the King! "
Laissez-nous partager , et les soins, et élever
nos voix haute . Car, ce soir, laissez la terre recevoir son roi !
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
becomes nothing more than a chance for the broken to be repaired,
the world to be free.
For tonight, love was born in a manger, and all nature shall come alive!
So may we sing, "Joy to the King!" Let us share, and care,
and raise our voices high. For, tonight, let earth receive her king!
(Français)
Cette Journée , cette fois , ce moment ,
est l'endroit où tout dans la vie devient rien de plus qu'une
chance pour le cassé pour être réparé ,
le monde d'être libre .
Pour ce soir , l'amour est né dans une mangeoire ,
et toute la nature entrera en vie !
Ainsi pouvons-nous chanter, " Joy to the King! "
Laissez-nous partager , et les soins, et élever
nos voix haute . Car, ce soir, laissez la terre recevoir son roi !
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
December 15th, 2015 Poem: Hold On to Thine Rope of Mercy, a two-way message poem..
You (walk) in the darkness,
hopeless, dependent.
The tears from your eyes
doesn't say enough (to) reveal what you're going through.
But hope is somewhere in the distance; (the) fog cannot overcome it.
And you will get through this, no matter how far away from the light you are;
no matter how low from the (solid rock);
no matter how closed from the outside.
(Hold on), thou, (to the) rope of mercy!
Never loose the (hope of freeing yourself)
from the pit of bondage and self-destruction.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
November 26th, 2015 Thanksgiving Poem: O, Thanksgiving...
Go ahead, lay down the table cloth, spread
grandmother's famous cranberry pie on the dessert plates.
Wake the kids, let them know that this is not just another ordinary day.
Hurry, pull that turkey out of the oven; the family will be here soon!
Put those last touches on the dinner table,
and get grandpa to practice his piano.
Quick! Change out that dirty apron, everybody is here now!
Be surprised by your brother's new "friend" coming over;
and be grateful about it, too.
STAT! Time to say the family prayer; everyone is hungry!
Then, take a deep breath;
for you've earned yourself a seat now.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
grandmother's famous cranberry pie on the dessert plates.
Wake the kids, let them know that this is not just another ordinary day.
Hurry, pull that turkey out of the oven; the family will be here soon!
Put those last touches on the dinner table,
and get grandpa to practice his piano.
Quick! Change out that dirty apron, everybody is here now!
Be surprised by your brother's new "friend" coming over;
and be grateful about it, too.
STAT! Time to say the family prayer; everyone is hungry!
Then, take a deep breath;
for you've earned yourself a seat now.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
November 20th, 2015 Poem: I'll Always Be...
I'll always be an eagle, no matter how low my days may seem.
I'll always be a book, no matter how covered I appear to be.
I'll always be a song, no matter how scattered the lyrics are.
I'll always be a light, no matter how far I fall into the dark.
I'll always be a picture, no matter how abstract I carry myself.
I'll always be an ocean, no matter how deep the waves, the depth.
I'll always fall, and others will always see.
But just know, that I'll always be a child of the King.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
I'll always be a book, no matter how covered I appear to be.
I'll always be a song, no matter how scattered the lyrics are.
I'll always be a light, no matter how far I fall into the dark.
I'll always be a picture, no matter how abstract I carry myself.
I'll always be an ocean, no matter how deep the waves, the depth.
I'll always fall, and others will always see.
But just know, that I'll always be a child of the King.
©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
November 12th, 2015: Photography: Flower Photography pt 3
As you know, I LOVE to take pictures of various types of nature because I always feel at peace and freedom when I do. :) Honestly, I didn't think these photos would turn out as good as they did! The photos were taken about two Sundays ago at my local church;
and after the service, God inspired me to take these pictures; to help explain how beautiful God's nature truly is (whether by camera or reality); and how we should continue to take care of it as much as possible. I decided to try something new and experiment with different camera filters. I hope you enjoy these pictures as much as I did! ©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
and after the service, God inspired me to take these pictures; to help explain how beautiful God's nature truly is (whether by camera or reality); and how we should continue to take care of it as much as possible. I decided to try something new and experiment with different camera filters. I hope you enjoy these pictures as much as I did! ©- Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
October 16th, 2015 Story: Cracked But Not Broken: The Story of a Brick
"You are nothing more than just a cracked
brick," they laughingly exclaimed.
Yes, I used to think that. As a matter of fact,
the thought comes to
my mind every so often.
But then I remember a time, where that
statement becomes nothing more than a
whisper; nothing more than a thorn in the grave.
My story starts in a particular
Sunday afternoon on 511 Pine St.,
when the leaves were orange and crisp,
and the wind smelt of apple wood trees.
I rest on a freshly painted brick
house, with others just like me.
Except that, I was born with a brick crack.
Yes, life was wonderful. Alas,
those uplifting thoughts were short-lived
ever since those two houses
down by the street moved here
.Of course, with
their sumptuous straw windows,
and their gleaming wooden floors;
they bragged on themselves.
As if they were better than every other house!
In those dark moments
they led me to believe that I
was not worth anything.
At first, I tried to ignore them
; remembering that words can't hurt
if you choose not to listen
.
But, after a while, their heartless
mockery hit me to the core; I started to believe
their words. "With my cracked frame and dull color,
I'm truly not worth anything", I
thought to myself
.
Yes, those words had ever haunted me.
And, on that certain day,
I knew that my once happy life
will never feel the same.
Until, something amazing happened
on 511 Pine St.; A wolf, came to our neighborhood.
He addressed himself as the Big Bad Wolf, I believe.
He seemed to be hungry, and was
specifically looking for three little pigs
.(One of them was
the one that found me!)
Then, he carried an angry stance,
and yelled out to the neighborhood,
"If you three little pigs don't come out now
, I will huff, and puff, and blow your houses down!"
Surprisingly, he did! The first
house was the straw house;
so golden, so sorted, I could not believe it!
The second one was the stick house;
so high-maintenance, and solid,
I was shocked as shocked can be.
Finally it came my house. I was nervous,
knowing that I may not live much longer
if the wolf came to blow me down.
But, what is this? He couldn't blow!
It seemed impossible for him to do so.
He huffs, and puffs, and huffs,
and puffs! But it didn't work.
With frustration, The Big Bad Wolf finally
leaves; and I along with the other bricks,
are only left to feel relieved.
So that old and negative thought
comes back to remembrance;
but then I push it away; because
I think of how I could have
been gone forever that day,
but my life was on solid ground.
And, every time that story reminds me
that I'm worth more than I believe
.And though I may be cracked,
I'm never broken.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
brick," they laughingly exclaimed.
Yes, I used to think that. As a matter of fact,
the thought comes to
my mind every so often.
But then I remember a time, where that
statement becomes nothing more than a
whisper; nothing more than a thorn in the grave.
My story starts in a particular
Sunday afternoon on 511 Pine St.,
when the leaves were orange and crisp,
and the wind smelt of apple wood trees.
I rest on a freshly painted brick
house, with others just like me.
Except that, I was born with a brick crack.
Yes, life was wonderful. Alas,
those uplifting thoughts were short-lived
ever since those two houses
down by the street moved here
.Of course, with
their sumptuous straw windows,
and their gleaming wooden floors;
they bragged on themselves.
As if they were better than every other house!
In those dark moments
they led me to believe that I
was not worth anything.
At first, I tried to ignore them
; remembering that words can't hurt
if you choose not to listen
.
But, after a while, their heartless
mockery hit me to the core; I started to believe
their words. "With my cracked frame and dull color,
I'm truly not worth anything", I
thought to myself
.
Yes, those words had ever haunted me.
And, on that certain day,
I knew that my once happy life
will never feel the same.
Until, something amazing happened
on 511 Pine St.; A wolf, came to our neighborhood.
He addressed himself as the Big Bad Wolf, I believe.
He seemed to be hungry, and was
specifically looking for three little pigs
.(One of them was
the one that found me!)
Then, he carried an angry stance,
and yelled out to the neighborhood,
"If you three little pigs don't come out now
, I will huff, and puff, and blow your houses down!"
Surprisingly, he did! The first
house was the straw house;
so golden, so sorted, I could not believe it!
The second one was the stick house;
so high-maintenance, and solid,
I was shocked as shocked can be.
Finally it came my house. I was nervous,
knowing that I may not live much longer
if the wolf came to blow me down.
But, what is this? He couldn't blow!
It seemed impossible for him to do so.
He huffs, and puffs, and huffs,
and puffs! But it didn't work.
With frustration, The Big Bad Wolf finally
leaves; and I along with the other bricks,
are only left to feel relieved.
So that old and negative thought
comes back to remembrance;
but then I push it away; because
I think of how I could have
been gone forever that day,
but my life was on solid ground.
And, every time that story reminds me
that I'm worth more than I believe
.And though I may be cracked,
I'm never broken.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
September 21st, 2015 Poem : The World I Hold Inside
My imagination always gets the best of me,
at such times I cannot comprehend actuality.
I view birds as flying songs,
and see the heavens as my canvas.
The deepest depth of my soul
is encompassed by harmony.
It's hard to explain; it's as though
my being ascends in great rapture with the stars.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
at such times I cannot comprehend actuality.
I view birds as flying songs,
and see the heavens as my canvas.
The deepest depth of my soul
is encompassed by harmony.
It's hard to explain; it's as though
my being ascends in great rapture with the stars.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
September 6th, 2015 Poem :The Taste of Freedom ; The Smell of Bondage
Freedom tastes like victory,
its joy outshines the bleak.
Bondage smells of fetid corpse,
its cold hands chokes the weak.
Freedom sees a future, and leads
you to dreams' way
Bondage holds you tightly,
thus leading to decay.
Freedom gives you faith to know
that anything is possible.
Bondage hears; thus flees away,
with knowledge you're unstoppable.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
its joy outshines the bleak.
Bondage smells of fetid corpse,
its cold hands chokes the weak.
Freedom sees a future, and leads
you to dreams' way
Bondage holds you tightly,
thus leading to decay.
Freedom gives you faith to know
that anything is possible.
Bondage hears; thus flees away,
with knowledge you're unstoppable.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
August 11th, 2015 Poem: This Month August
The last green grass until next spring;
the hottest month of the year,
when this year's August is finally done;
great joy in my heart shall appear!
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
the hottest month of the year,
when this year's August is finally done;
great joy in my heart shall appear!
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
August 5th, 2015 Poem: Shattered Scars
I'm trapped in a glass box and I can't
come out of it. But I want to, I really do.
But the scars are so great and I
hear my dark past, whispering in my ear;
reminding me of every shed tear of shame.
Hollow melodies, absent jubilee;
locked in Cage Melancholy.
Life feels meaningless to me.
Suddenly, in the inner depths of my being,
spoke a majestic voice; oh, a feeling so freeing!
This voice made me realize, I can, if I tried;
if I let go of my fear, and will to hide.
When I finally accept that all will change,
once my heart screams out, and calls for His name.
At that very moment, with a rush of might wind, God's
presence in me enters in. From darkness I once was;
now I'm justified, free from sin, I am finally alive;
in joy once again!
I've captured my hinder, I hold it in my hand.
The glassed box is in pieces, for I have
taken my stand; due to the blood of Jesus!
So, beyond any doubt, there's still a chance,
for all whom are hurt and boxed in the dark,
to take a hold of Jesus, give Him a second glance;
for He'll shatter all of your deepest scars.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
come out of it. But I want to, I really do.
But the scars are so great and I
hear my dark past, whispering in my ear;
reminding me of every shed tear of shame.
Hollow melodies, absent jubilee;
locked in Cage Melancholy.
Life feels meaningless to me.
Suddenly, in the inner depths of my being,
spoke a majestic voice; oh, a feeling so freeing!
This voice made me realize, I can, if I tried;
if I let go of my fear, and will to hide.
When I finally accept that all will change,
once my heart screams out, and calls for His name.
At that very moment, with a rush of might wind, God's
presence in me enters in. From darkness I once was;
now I'm justified, free from sin, I am finally alive;
in joy once again!
I've captured my hinder, I hold it in my hand.
The glassed box is in pieces, for I have
taken my stand; due to the blood of Jesus!
So, beyond any doubt, there's still a chance,
for all whom are hurt and boxed in the dark,
to take a hold of Jesus, give Him a second glance;
for He'll shatter all of your deepest scars.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 26th, 2015 Poem: Long Journey Home
Walking, pondering, listening.
I am nothing on my own;
still He walks with me;
on the concrete, the rocks,
the mud and the rain.
And as long as He is holding on to my hand,
the road less traveled does not feel so hard to walk on;
thus we shall finish The Long Trail to Glory
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
I am nothing on my own;
still He walks with me;
on the concrete, the rocks,
the mud and the rain.
And as long as He is holding on to my hand,
the road less traveled does not feel so hard to walk on;
thus we shall finish The Long Trail to Glory
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 16th, 2015 Poem: Your Potential
Once you realize your full potential
you become as powerful as
the bursting winds.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
you become as powerful as
the bursting winds.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 10th, 2015 Poem: Deeply Deprived
I have lost sight of what is important;
and forgotten consciousness of reality.
I have sought for you,
yet your soul I cannot find .
I am restless without your beating heart
near me; for you are the top to my mountain
and the ocean to my waves.
You have stole my heart..
and it would be death to live without you.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
and forgotten consciousness of reality.
I have sought for you,
yet your soul I cannot find .
I am restless without your beating heart
near me; for you are the top to my mountain
and the ocean to my waves.
You have stole my heart..
and it would be death to live without you.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 6th, 2015: First Year Anniversary Poem: You Are Unique
You are gracefully set apart;
distinct in every thought of way.
Like a dignified piece of art;
bought with a price, oh such a price,
that can never be repaid.
Rare to life's measure;
made in splendor with His hands;
truly, you are treasured;
valued in God's perfect plan.
As much as time has progressed,
and life has displayed, I have to confess,
you're the most unique, ever made.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
distinct in every thought of way.
Like a dignified piece of art;
bought with a price, oh such a price,
that can never be repaid.
Rare to life's measure;
made in splendor with His hands;
truly, you are treasured;
valued in God's perfect plan.
As much as time has progressed,
and life has displayed, I have to confess,
you're the most unique, ever made.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
June 9th, 2015 Poem: Overflow
Might I stand in your presence,
to ask of you a request;
not so much of selfishness or greediness-
but more less a burning soul, in need of rest.
Due to my hollow heart,
I am rot to the core.
Yet more I crave for light;
Jesus, I need a spiritual insight.
A revelation alone will not satisfy me,
I need the creator of my bones to live in this temple,
as you want it to be.
With all respect, this request is simple.
Rain your spirit inside my soul,
that the soil may overflow,
that I should grow.
Let not depths nor height destroy this desire;
with open arms should I choose a higher calling,
for I am falling.
Please open my hearts' door,
and relight my candle to burn as brand new;
and fill my poor soul to overflow in you.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
June 2nd, 2015 Nature Poem: A Single Sun-rays' Beauty
The light reflects on the pupils of my eyes;
and across the green mountains it hugs the sky.
Kissing my skin with its warmth and glow,
sweet beyond measure and better with time,
no mystery to its beauty, clearer than memory;
cherished in my soul does it verily shine.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
and across the green mountains it hugs the sky.
Kissing my skin with its warmth and glow,
sweet beyond measure and better with time,
no mystery to its beauty, clearer than memory;
cherished in my soul does it verily shine.
© -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
May 10th, 2015: Photography: Floral Photography pt 2
These photos are dedicated to all of the mothers around the world; have a Happy Mother's Day! © -Unique (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
April 19th, 2015 Poem: A Writing Love Affair
It's past two o'clock a.m and I can't seem to rest.
My thoughts and ideas are keeping me awake.
Once again, Writing is in my head,
I can't ignore this, our relationship is at stake.
The constant call, surely this must be a dream,
but yet it is not, for one of my loves, "Write",
is verily calling me.
So I get out of bed, and turn on the light,
excitement from everywhere starts to rush through my veins.
I then grab my pen and paper, and begin to write.
At first it feels as though ideas are empty, then
writer's block loses, and inspiration finally reigns.
Such words from my life, words from my heart,
explode out of my mind, like a painter, finishing his abstract art.
The pen flows on the paper as fast as a waterfall,
and sooner than expected, tiredness sets in.
So I then look over at the finished work,
I am proud with what God has inspired me with overall.
Now I put up the paper as well as the pen,
oh, I feel as overjoyed when I'm finished with it than the
time when I first began!
I feel a bit saddened when it is time to leave,
but then I remember that I will never break from
Writing, as long God allows me to live, and it from me.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
My thoughts and ideas are keeping me awake.
Once again, Writing is in my head,
I can't ignore this, our relationship is at stake.
The constant call, surely this must be a dream,
but yet it is not, for one of my loves, "Write",
is verily calling me.
So I get out of bed, and turn on the light,
excitement from everywhere starts to rush through my veins.
I then grab my pen and paper, and begin to write.
At first it feels as though ideas are empty, then
writer's block loses, and inspiration finally reigns.
Such words from my life, words from my heart,
explode out of my mind, like a painter, finishing his abstract art.
The pen flows on the paper as fast as a waterfall,
and sooner than expected, tiredness sets in.
So I then look over at the finished work,
I am proud with what God has inspired me with overall.
Now I put up the paper as well as the pen,
oh, I feel as overjoyed when I'm finished with it than the
time when I first began!
I feel a bit saddened when it is time to leave,
but then I remember that I will never break from
Writing, as long God allows me to live, and it from me.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
April 5th, 2015 Easter Poem: These Hands
These hands were the ones that created
the heavens and earth.
These hands wiped my tears
when I felt of no worth.
These hands healed the sick,
and rose the dead.
These hands fed 5,000 with
seven fish and two loaves of bread.
These hands guide our footsteps
when we feel at a loss.
These hands still bear the nail scars,
from that day on the cross.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
the heavens and earth.
These hands wiped my tears
when I felt of no worth.
These hands healed the sick,
and rose the dead.
These hands fed 5,000 with
seven fish and two loaves of bread.
These hands guide our footsteps
when we feel at a loss.
These hands still bear the nail scars,
from that day on the cross.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
March 27th, 2015 Poem: Soon Enough
Could there be more to life,
than just sitting in darkness, with a sigh?
But you'll never really know,
wondering, in your head,
"is life promising?"
"Soon enough",
you'd say; "maybe some other day".
Soon enough may end in sorrow.
Soon enough may not even come tomorrow.
So why don't you fulfill your dreams today,
because 'soon enough' may be too late.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
than just sitting in darkness, with a sigh?
But you'll never really know,
wondering, in your head,
"is life promising?"
"Soon enough",
you'd say; "maybe some other day".
Soon enough may end in sorrow.
Soon enough may not even come tomorrow.
So why don't you fulfill your dreams today,
because 'soon enough' may be too late.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
March 20th, 2015 Poem: Today's First Spring
Oh look! See here!
The roses are blooming.
The beautiful course of all flowers
are resuming.
Oh say! My my!
The newborn birds are loudly chirping.
The bees gladly buzz, the baby bunnies happily hop.
Every single bestial, young and old
are rejoicing for they have once again
received their awakening.
Hooray! Glory!
Spring is finally here.
The winter has gone,
oh what glorious cheer!
Amen! Praise God!
We once thought, "it won't
be long 'till winter is gone."
'Still, we will sing to our king;
for yesterday's last winter
is today's first spring..
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
The roses are blooming.
The beautiful course of all flowers
are resuming.
Oh say! My my!
The newborn birds are loudly chirping.
The bees gladly buzz, the baby bunnies happily hop.
Every single bestial, young and old
are rejoicing for they have once again
received their awakening.
Hooray! Glory!
Spring is finally here.
The winter has gone,
oh what glorious cheer!
Amen! Praise God!
We once thought, "it won't
be long 'till winter is gone."
'Still, we will sing to our king;
for yesterday's last winter
is today's first spring..
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
March 14, 2015 Poem: The Awakening (Awaken)
There is a place in my heart,
a desire so deep.
The urge won't calm down,
the dreams won't cease.
A state of wandering,
a mere act of pondering.
My heart feels so detached
from the culture of familiarity.
This desire, I can't control. At a moment
I feel of uncertainty.
From at first it's as a calamity,
to a reality.
From the distance I can see,
that my dreams are calling me.
My mind receives an awakening,
my heart has decided and spoken.
The limits that once kept me bound
are now broken.
My life feels brand new,
doing something that sometimes no one
else can possibly do.
Awaken.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
a desire so deep.
The urge won't calm down,
the dreams won't cease.
A state of wandering,
a mere act of pondering.
My heart feels so detached
from the culture of familiarity.
This desire, I can't control. At a moment
I feel of uncertainty.
From at first it's as a calamity,
to a reality.
From the distance I can see,
that my dreams are calling me.
My mind receives an awakening,
my heart has decided and spoken.
The limits that once kept me bound
are now broken.
My life feels brand new,
doing something that sometimes no one
else can possibly do.
Awaken.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
March 2nd, 2015 Poem: Leaving Fear Behind
You, disguised in the darkness,
hiding deep inside my mind.
You cannot torment me any longer,
starting today, I am leaving Fear behind.
The shadows of your grip,
the memories of you I once possessed,
They phase me no longer,
for my mind is now at rest.
You thought you could hold me in chains,
you thought you could keep me in pain.
But why rest on such unwanted things,
when you are no more than just a name.
So now is the day, now is the time
to get over what's not important,
and leave Fear behind.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
hiding deep inside my mind.
You cannot torment me any longer,
starting today, I am leaving Fear behind.
The shadows of your grip,
the memories of you I once possessed,
They phase me no longer,
for my mind is now at rest.
You thought you could hold me in chains,
you thought you could keep me in pain.
But why rest on such unwanted things,
when you are no more than just a name.
So now is the day, now is the time
to get over what's not important,
and leave Fear behind.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
February 23rd, 2015 Poem: The Atanoshing Transformation
She wakes up, alone.
She crawls, like an infant child,
but very slowly.
Suddenly having a desire to be curious.
As though there isn't a care in the world,
she keeps crawling, and crawling, and crawling towards a little cocoon.
No idea what will become of this adventure, but resumes the expectation.
She feels the need to stop, but her heart tells her different.
She finally reaches her destination. Her destiny.
She feels scared at first, but suddenly the fear has deceased.
With a deep breath, filled with mixed feelings of what's going on, she
suddenly falls into a dormancy.
Time has took its course for this caterpillar.
The cocoon unravels.
But wait, she is no longer a common caterpillar,
but a beautiful butterfly!
In shock she then looks back and tries
to think of what she's been through
to make her reach this point.
The memories.. the questions
It is unexplainable, but not unforgettable.
Nor does it matter anymore, for
once it felt like there was no purpose for her in this world,
but this new life has far exceeded her expectations.
So she makes her escape, as she's ready to leave this world
and fly to her dreams.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
She crawls, like an infant child,
but very slowly.
Suddenly having a desire to be curious.
As though there isn't a care in the world,
she keeps crawling, and crawling, and crawling towards a little cocoon.
No idea what will become of this adventure, but resumes the expectation.
She feels the need to stop, but her heart tells her different.
She finally reaches her destination. Her destiny.
She feels scared at first, but suddenly the fear has deceased.
With a deep breath, filled with mixed feelings of what's going on, she
suddenly falls into a dormancy.
Time has took its course for this caterpillar.
The cocoon unravels.
But wait, she is no longer a common caterpillar,
but a beautiful butterfly!
In shock she then looks back and tries
to think of what she's been through
to make her reach this point.
The memories.. the questions
It is unexplainable, but not unforgettable.
Nor does it matter anymore, for
once it felt like there was no purpose for her in this world,
but this new life has far exceeded her expectations.
So she makes her escape, as she's ready to leave this world
and fly to her dreams.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
February 14th, 2015 Valentine's Day Poem: My Faithful Beloved
My faithful beloved, so fair and true.
I have yet to hide the feelings
and the passion I have for you.
Others say you are worthless,
even a "strange one" no doubt.
But they don't realize they are only viewing you
from the very inside out.
Oh, if only they could look through my eyes
and see, that you're impeccable and
priceless to me. If only they could know,
how much I love you so.
So do not listen to what the world
thinks about you and your personality,
because in my eyes you are profound
in your individuality.
For you are more than just fair and true,
because I have yet to find another
as wonderful as you.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
I have yet to hide the feelings
and the passion I have for you.
Others say you are worthless,
even a "strange one" no doubt.
But they don't realize they are only viewing you
from the very inside out.
Oh, if only they could look through my eyes
and see, that you're impeccable and
priceless to me. If only they could know,
how much I love you so.
So do not listen to what the world
thinks about you and your personality,
because in my eyes you are profound
in your individuality.
For you are more than just fair and true,
because I have yet to find another
as wonderful as you.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
December 31st, 2014 New Year's Poem: Fire Fire, Burn in Me
This is my new year's prayer. Happy New Year, everybody!!
Fire fire, burn in me.
Let those in darkness,
see the light in me.
Let them run to you,
and bless your name;
let them know that your
grace is still the same.
May your love for them,
pour like rain;
to show them that
their faith's not in vain.
So this new year Lord,
may I reflect you even more,
as a greater testimony.
And pray they see the
everpresent, everbright fire,
that's burning in me.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Let those in darkness,
see the light in me.
Let them run to you,
and bless your name;
let them know that your
grace is still the same.
May your love for them,
pour like rain;
to show them that
their faith's not in vain.
So this new year Lord,
may I reflect you even more,
as a greater testimony.
And pray they see the
everpresent, everbright fire,
that's burning in me.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
December 25th, 2014 Christmas Poem: The Greatest Gift
This was actually written for the glory of God on December 20th, 2014, but I decided to post it on Christmas Day. Merry Christmas!
Born in a small town, called Bethlehem;
He is the snow white dove, the lion
and the gentle lamb.
He was born of the Holy Ghost,
and conceived by the Virgin Mary.
Oh, if they had known that he
would redeem and heal,
when time will tarry!
His words brought comfort,
to the troubled at heart.
He took our sins so we
could no longer be in the dark.
Now we believe in our hearts;
His words and his promise forever we hold,
that he is coming back soon for his children,
just as He had foretold.
He is the great and mighty king; the masterpiece.
He is the greatest gift there could, is,
and ever will be.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
He is the snow white dove, the lion
and the gentle lamb.
He was born of the Holy Ghost,
and conceived by the Virgin Mary.
Oh, if they had known that he
would redeem and heal,
when time will tarry!
His words brought comfort,
to the troubled at heart.
He took our sins so we
could no longer be in the dark.
Now we believe in our hearts;
His words and his promise forever we hold,
that he is coming back soon for his children,
just as He had foretold.
He is the great and mighty king; the masterpiece.
He is the greatest gift there could, is,
and ever will be.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
November 27th, 2014 Thanksgiving Poem: Since I found Christ; My testimony
Before I found Christ, my life was very dull.
Nothing to constrain me, nothing to pull me through.
Nothing to satisfy this constant hunger, this different thirst.
Although I tried everything, life got from bad to worse.
But then I found this book, this book called the bible.
It gave me all the answers to overcome my tests and my trials.
Then I started reading more of this word, day by day,
but one day the desire hit me so hard on my heart,
I suddenly fell on my knees and started to pray.
Since that day, my life was changed.
And I can truly testify, that I'll never be the same.
And everyday I wake up, my heart craves
for Jesus more and more.
Oh, there's nothing more greater in this life,
that you could ever be thankful for!
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Nothing to constrain me, nothing to pull me through.
Nothing to satisfy this constant hunger, this different thirst.
Although I tried everything, life got from bad to worse.
But then I found this book, this book called the bible.
It gave me all the answers to overcome my tests and my trials.
Then I started reading more of this word, day by day,
but one day the desire hit me so hard on my heart,
I suddenly fell on my knees and started to pray.
Since that day, my life was changed.
And I can truly testify, that I'll never be the same.
And everyday I wake up, my heart craves
for Jesus more and more.
Oh, there's nothing more greater in this life,
that you could ever be thankful for!
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
November 7th, 2014 Poem: Sacrifice
So guys this was written, by God's grace about a year ago; I don't remember specifically the date, but I know it was written by me in early July of 2013. So I thought I'd share it with you; It's originally a song but can also be used as a poem as well. Enjoy!!
That day on Calvary, when Jesus died he saved and set me free.
Free from Satan's chains, free from all his ways.
Free from all the sin, that once lived within!
What have I done to deserve this?
What have I done, for this purpose?
Maybe it's your love, from above;
or maybe it's new life- In disguise.
There once was a woman with no love in her life.
She was almost stoned to die.
Then Jesus came, and took away her shame;
He said your problems are gone, go sin no more!
What have I done to deserve this?
What have I done, for this purpose?
Maybe it's your love, from above.
Or maybe it's new life-in disguise.
That day remains today,
so remember that great price that Jesus paid;
For he did it for you, he did it for me.
He did it with love, at Calvary.
-Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova) ©
Free from Satan's chains, free from all his ways.
Free from all the sin, that once lived within!
What have I done to deserve this?
What have I done, for this purpose?
Maybe it's your love, from above;
or maybe it's new life- In disguise.
There once was a woman with no love in her life.
She was almost stoned to die.
Then Jesus came, and took away her shame;
He said your problems are gone, go sin no more!
What have I done to deserve this?
What have I done, for this purpose?
Maybe it's your love, from above.
Or maybe it's new life-in disguise.
That day remains today,
so remember that great price that Jesus paid;
For he did it for you, he did it for me.
He did it with love, at Calvary.
-Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova) ©
October 31st, 2014 Poem: You are (Why me?)
You are the light that outshines the dark.
You are the voice in many thunders.
You are the last puzzle piece to my empty and incomplete heart.
You are the hands that hold me, and wiped my tears.
And you are the only voice that says, "I love you,"
with such an undeniable passion..For me: A sinner.
But why? I will never understand all the pain
he had suffered for me, but I'll never forget it,
as long as I live.
© - Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
You are the voice in many thunders.
You are the last puzzle piece to my empty and incomplete heart.
You are the hands that hold me, and wiped my tears.
And you are the only voice that says, "I love you,"
with such an undeniable passion..For me: A sinner.
But why? I will never understand all the pain
he had suffered for me, but I'll never forget it,
as long as I live.
© - Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
October 24th, 2014 Poem : Through it all
Through the darkness, there is sunlight.
Through the struggle, there is freedom.
Through the depression, there is happiness.
Through the hate, there is love.
Through the pain, there is healing.
And through the damage, there is restoration.
And through it all, God is still there.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Through the struggle, there is freedom.
Through the depression, there is happiness.
Through the hate, there is love.
Through the pain, there is healing.
And through the damage, there is restoration.
And through it all, God is still there.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
October 16th, 2014 : The flightless sparrow
There once lived an orphan sparrow by the name of Marcus. But there was something different about this sparrow, for he was born with wounded wings.
He never could get his wings to cooperate with him, no matter how hard he tried to.
All the other birds were always laughing at him because he couldn't fly, and even called him names like 'wounded one', or ' flightless sparrow.'
The little sparrow was sick and tired of the animals making fun of him, so he decided that the next day, he would prove to them that he could easily fly just by jumping out of the nest, and spreading his wings into the air.
When night came, Marcus, the little sparrow kept thinking about his brilliant plan, and the shocked expression that would be on all the birds' faces once they seen him fly. With this thought, the little sparrow was so excited that it caused him to fall asleep.
Morning came and it was game time for the little sparrow. So He woke up, washed by the near pond, and ate some fresh worms from the cool soft soil in the back of the sap tree.
Then the little sparrow climbed back up the tree, stood on the tree branch, and widened his wings for take-off and he thought, "First I'll flap." So he flapped, and he flapped, and he flapped his wings with all his might..But he just couldn't do it.
He thought, "Maybe my wings are still wet from my bath this morning." So with all his might, he shook and he shook his wings.
Then he flapped and he flapped and he flapped his wings, but he still couldn't do it.
Then he thought, "Maybe I've been pricked by some thorns." So he searched and he searched his wings for any tiny thorns,
then he shook and he shook them. Then he flapped and he flapped and he flapped them,
but so again, he just couldn't do it. At this point he became a bit frustrated. Then he thought of a brilliant idea: maybe if he finally tried to jump out of the nest, then the
wind would catch him and spring his wings up for flight. So the little sparrow jumped out of the tree, hoping the wind would catch him.
But sadly instead, he painfully fell to the ground. The poor little sparrow was upset and in pain. For sure he thought his plan would work. For this reason,
all the other birds were laughing at him and teasing him. The poor little sparrow was so helpless. He felt even more ashamed that
he wasn't born with good working wings; To make matters worse, he started to think to himself that it was best if he were never born in the first place. Then the little Sparrow started to cry. His crying was so loud that he could be heard throughout the entire forest.
Suddenly forgetting about the laughing birds, and quieting down still with a few tears and a sniffled nose, he saw a bright shining light that came from the sky that glistened on the little sparrow.
The light was drawing closer to the sparrow. It looked as though it was an Angel from Heaven. Sure enough It was. The Angel came closer to the sparrow, and picked him up with his hands, and wiped his tears away.
With a soft touch from the Angel's hands, he whispered something inside the Sparrow's ears and said, "Marcus, why are you crying, my child?" Then Marcus began to explain, " I've tried everything to fly, but it just won't work. " Without any comment in reply to what the sparrow said, the Angel just answered back with the most softest but yet stern voice, and said,
"Oh, silly Marcus! If only you had faith. Now, spread your wings, and fly, and doubt no longer." and at that moment, an inexpressible feeling went over the sparrow, and the sparrow's wings felt as though they were brand new.
Then the Angel patted the sparrow on the back, placed him back on the ground, and silently, with a gleaming faithful smile, he vanished. The sparrow was astounded. He had never felt such a glorious presence before, only that that Angel had.
It made even more tears flow from his eyes.
Becoming so excited, he stopped to think; He forgot to thank the Angel! So he looked around for the Angel, but the Angel was nowhere to be found.
So the little sparrow took the advice of the Angel, looked up at his wings, and began to flap them, and flap and flap. And Surprisingly in almost a few seconds, he was flying!
All the other birds were shocked about his healed wings. They didn't know how it happened because they couldn't see the light.
But it had touched their hearts to see that the little Sparrow was so happy. Even though they thought he could never fly, he still did. The best part about it, is that his wings were so strong that when fierce winds and very wet rains would come, his wings could endure the hardness of it all.
So the little sparrow, Marcus, flew away from the nest of doubt and unbelief, and went on to find forests where he could tell the living testimony for God's glory, and live on with a new, more victorious life.
You see friends...the Sparrow, Marcus in the story, represents us when we think we can do things on our own, and do it without God's will or do it in our own time and season when he didn't even say the first word. But it never works; so we fall down as a result.
The Angel, represents God; and it means that no matter how far we fall, he'll be there to reach out his hand to pick us up and say, "it's time to spread your wings and fly again."
`
KEY SCRIPTURES: Phillipians 3:14, Phillipians 4:13, Matthew 10:29,
Written for God's glory on the 7/1/2014. God inspired me to write this.
©
There once lived an orphan sparrow by the name of Marcus. But there was something different about this sparrow, for he was born with wounded wings.
He never could get his wings to cooperate with him, no matter how hard he tried to.
All the other birds were always laughing at him because he couldn't fly, and even called him names like 'wounded one', or ' flightless sparrow.'
The little sparrow was sick and tired of the animals making fun of him, so he decided that the next day, he would prove to them that he could easily fly just by jumping out of the nest, and spreading his wings into the air.
When night came, Marcus, the little sparrow kept thinking about his brilliant plan, and the shocked expression that would be on all the birds' faces once they seen him fly. With this thought, the little sparrow was so excited that it caused him to fall asleep.
Morning came and it was game time for the little sparrow. So He woke up, washed by the near pond, and ate some fresh worms from the cool soft soil in the back of the sap tree.
Then the little sparrow climbed back up the tree, stood on the tree branch, and widened his wings for take-off and he thought, "First I'll flap." So he flapped, and he flapped, and he flapped his wings with all his might..But he just couldn't do it.
He thought, "Maybe my wings are still wet from my bath this morning." So with all his might, he shook and he shook his wings.
Then he flapped and he flapped and he flapped his wings, but he still couldn't do it.
Then he thought, "Maybe I've been pricked by some thorns." So he searched and he searched his wings for any tiny thorns,
then he shook and he shook them. Then he flapped and he flapped and he flapped them,
but so again, he just couldn't do it. At this point he became a bit frustrated. Then he thought of a brilliant idea: maybe if he finally tried to jump out of the nest, then the
wind would catch him and spring his wings up for flight. So the little sparrow jumped out of the tree, hoping the wind would catch him.
But sadly instead, he painfully fell to the ground. The poor little sparrow was upset and in pain. For sure he thought his plan would work. For this reason,
all the other birds were laughing at him and teasing him. The poor little sparrow was so helpless. He felt even more ashamed that
he wasn't born with good working wings; To make matters worse, he started to think to himself that it was best if he were never born in the first place. Then the little Sparrow started to cry. His crying was so loud that he could be heard throughout the entire forest.
Suddenly forgetting about the laughing birds, and quieting down still with a few tears and a sniffled nose, he saw a bright shining light that came from the sky that glistened on the little sparrow.
The light was drawing closer to the sparrow. It looked as though it was an Angel from Heaven. Sure enough It was. The Angel came closer to the sparrow, and picked him up with his hands, and wiped his tears away.
With a soft touch from the Angel's hands, he whispered something inside the Sparrow's ears and said, "Marcus, why are you crying, my child?" Then Marcus began to explain, " I've tried everything to fly, but it just won't work. " Without any comment in reply to what the sparrow said, the Angel just answered back with the most softest but yet stern voice, and said,
"Oh, silly Marcus! If only you had faith. Now, spread your wings, and fly, and doubt no longer." and at that moment, an inexpressible feeling went over the sparrow, and the sparrow's wings felt as though they were brand new.
Then the Angel patted the sparrow on the back, placed him back on the ground, and silently, with a gleaming faithful smile, he vanished. The sparrow was astounded. He had never felt such a glorious presence before, only that that Angel had.
It made even more tears flow from his eyes.
Becoming so excited, he stopped to think; He forgot to thank the Angel! So he looked around for the Angel, but the Angel was nowhere to be found.
So the little sparrow took the advice of the Angel, looked up at his wings, and began to flap them, and flap and flap. And Surprisingly in almost a few seconds, he was flying!
All the other birds were shocked about his healed wings. They didn't know how it happened because they couldn't see the light.
But it had touched their hearts to see that the little Sparrow was so happy. Even though they thought he could never fly, he still did. The best part about it, is that his wings were so strong that when fierce winds and very wet rains would come, his wings could endure the hardness of it all.
So the little sparrow, Marcus, flew away from the nest of doubt and unbelief, and went on to find forests where he could tell the living testimony for God's glory, and live on with a new, more victorious life.
You see friends...the Sparrow, Marcus in the story, represents us when we think we can do things on our own, and do it without God's will or do it in our own time and season when he didn't even say the first word. But it never works; so we fall down as a result.
The Angel, represents God; and it means that no matter how far we fall, he'll be there to reach out his hand to pick us up and say, "it's time to spread your wings and fly again."
`
KEY SCRIPTURES: Phillipians 3:14, Phillipians 4:13, Matthew 10:29,
Written for God's glory on the 7/1/2014. God inspired me to write this.
©
September 29th, 2014 Poem : Oh Grace, my love
Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I have been so caught up with life these past two weeks. Anyway, here is another inspired poem. Enjoy!
Oh Grace, my love, please don't cry; for you are my joy divine.
Please don't stay as you would be, for you are my eternity.
Your hands, as tender as the morning dove. Your smile,
as bright as the Angels above.
When you laugh, it melts my heart,
even when our moments are most dark.
My love for you will never die, even those times,
when our love is yet tried.
For your heart is mine, and my heart is yours,
and so time will hold my promise for you,
forevermore.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Oh Grace, my love, please don't cry; for you are my joy divine.
Please don't stay as you would be, for you are my eternity.
Your hands, as tender as the morning dove. Your smile,
as bright as the Angels above.
When you laugh, it melts my heart,
even when our moments are most dark.
My love for you will never die, even those times,
when our love is yet tried.
For your heart is mine, and my heart is yours,
and so time will hold my promise for you,
forevermore.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
September 6th, 2014 Poem: A Higher Calling
Have you ever felt like there was something much more to your
life than just...sitting there?
Like, there's something that's calling your name,
Something inside of you,
waiting to manifest. So why sit there and override the
thought of doing more with your life?
Better yet the voice inside of you hungering for curiosity.
But it's your decision to go beyond what you've only imagined.
We all have a choice to make.
Either to get out the chair, or stand still.
Choose the first option: To do Something no one
has ever thought of before,
something that would change the world.
Because we were meant for a higher purpose, to
climb to even greater heights,
to become brighter than the stars,
to cross way above the horizon.
To feel higher than the depth of the ocean waves,
to stand further out than an eclipse,
and way past the essence from the feeling of the word, "boundless".
Yes, it is more possible than possible itself,
because we were made for more than this.
God made us for more than this.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
life than just...sitting there?
Like, there's something that's calling your name,
Something inside of you,
waiting to manifest. So why sit there and override the
thought of doing more with your life?
Better yet the voice inside of you hungering for curiosity.
But it's your decision to go beyond what you've only imagined.
We all have a choice to make.
Either to get out the chair, or stand still.
Choose the first option: To do Something no one
has ever thought of before,
something that would change the world.
Because we were meant for a higher purpose, to
climb to even greater heights,
to become brighter than the stars,
to cross way above the horizon.
To feel higher than the depth of the ocean waves,
to stand further out than an eclipse,
and way past the essence from the feeling of the word, "boundless".
Yes, it is more possible than possible itself,
because we were made for more than this.
God made us for more than this.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
August 11th, 2014 Poem : Laugh. Love. Dream.
Laugh. It makes low valleys rise.
Love. It is the one element that holds us together.
Dream. It takes you places above what limits can hold.
And above all else, be yourself; for one of the best and most important parts in life
isn't to blend in with the easily noticed crowd, but the easily noticed you.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Love. It is the one element that holds us together.
Dream. It takes you places above what limits can hold.
And above all else, be yourself; for one of the best and most important parts in life
isn't to blend in with the easily noticed crowd, but the easily noticed you.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
August 5th, 2014 Poem : The Look in Your Eyes
When I look into your eyes, I see something far more greater than just a neutral look.
More stranger than a peaceful expression, or a horrified one.
It is incomprehensible, not to mention irresistible.
It has a tint of understanding and uncanny.
Even the mirror seems to question your appearance.
Just one look into your eyes can tender a hardcore heart,
or strengthen a delicate soul.
The look in your eyes is so different,
that you're easily misunderstood of who you are and what you are.
Only time will tell about the peculiar look in your eyes.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
More stranger than a peaceful expression, or a horrified one.
It is incomprehensible, not to mention irresistible.
It has a tint of understanding and uncanny.
Even the mirror seems to question your appearance.
Just one look into your eyes can tender a hardcore heart,
or strengthen a delicate soul.
The look in your eyes is so different,
that you're easily misunderstood of who you are and what you are.
Only time will tell about the peculiar look in your eyes.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 26th, 2014 Poem: The Homeless Man
The homeless man.
Alone and hurt he sits in the corner of the street.
Unable to change his difficult situation,
People pass him by without stopping to think.
''Should I aid the suffering of a man and end his lamentation?''
The world seems to refuse to recognize his existence.
Not caring about his story or past.
Unable to recognize a soldier of substance.
That was injured in a war fulfilling his task.
Now the countries he was fighting for has ignored
His needs in a time of distress,
even a house or a car or even food he cannot afford.
No one wants to give him rest.
But in the homeless man's mind, he asks,
“God, is this my trial, or my test?"
Show me why you put me in this mess.
Is this from beneath, or is this from above?
Or could this be you, proving your love?
God answers him and says "this is not the end of you,
this is the start of a new life.
I've promised to never leave you,
for I will always be by your side. "
So put away your worries, and forsake your stress.
Remember that trying times always bring out your best.
I know that you'll have many troubles from day to day;
But just trust Me, you're perfected through this, so do not easily turn away.
“I give my life to you,” the homeless man confessed.
“ My sins are gone, and I want to be blessed.
I want a fresh start, a new light.
Bless me, O lord, restart my whole life.”
God is pleased with this man, for he didn't even know,
that he's predestinated to life, forever in his soul.
The people that passed by him, seen a whole different man.
For not any more homeless, and broken from the chains of oppression and sin.
Credit goes to one of my best friends, who started off with the poem before God inspired me to finish the rest.. © - Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
Alone and hurt he sits in the corner of the street.
Unable to change his difficult situation,
People pass him by without stopping to think.
''Should I aid the suffering of a man and end his lamentation?''
The world seems to refuse to recognize his existence.
Not caring about his story or past.
Unable to recognize a soldier of substance.
That was injured in a war fulfilling his task.
Now the countries he was fighting for has ignored
His needs in a time of distress,
even a house or a car or even food he cannot afford.
No one wants to give him rest.
But in the homeless man's mind, he asks,
“God, is this my trial, or my test?"
Show me why you put me in this mess.
Is this from beneath, or is this from above?
Or could this be you, proving your love?
God answers him and says "this is not the end of you,
this is the start of a new life.
I've promised to never leave you,
for I will always be by your side. "
So put away your worries, and forsake your stress.
Remember that trying times always bring out your best.
I know that you'll have many troubles from day to day;
But just trust Me, you're perfected through this, so do not easily turn away.
“I give my life to you,” the homeless man confessed.
“ My sins are gone, and I want to be blessed.
I want a fresh start, a new light.
Bless me, O lord, restart my whole life.”
God is pleased with this man, for he didn't even know,
that he's predestinated to life, forever in his soul.
The people that passed by him, seen a whole different man.
For not any more homeless, and broken from the chains of oppression and sin.
Credit goes to one of my best friends, who started off with the poem before God inspired me to finish the rest.. © - Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 16th, 2014 Object Photography
Okay, so I've finally taken some more photography. The photographs you see here is as "Object Photography". Basically object photography
is taking pictures of random objects in a clean setting, (If you didn't know that already).
As of my case, coffee. I felt as if everybody else gets to take some nice pictures of their coffee cups and stuff, why not I? So I have taken various pictures of the same object, but in different camera settings to show how much "tweaking" you can do with one picture. Which ones, out of all of these are your favorites? © -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
is taking pictures of random objects in a clean setting, (If you didn't know that already).
As of my case, coffee. I felt as if everybody else gets to take some nice pictures of their coffee cups and stuff, why not I? So I have taken various pictures of the same object, but in different camera settings to show how much "tweaking" you can do with one picture. Which ones, out of all of these are your favorites? © -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 10th, 2014 Poem: Life is...
Life is...
As a vapor: it comes and goes.
As a book: you're read wherever you go.
As an Eagle in the sky: you soar through your misfortunes and trials.
As a video recording: people can remember what you've done in the past.
As a pen: you're writing your life, striving to the edge with no
fear.
As a window: people can see right through you, and who you truly are.
As a camera: you're gonna keep on capturing the essence of the
impossible.
As the sky: you're limitless.
Your life is as a vapor... so don't let it fade so quickly.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
As a vapor: it comes and goes.
As a book: you're read wherever you go.
As an Eagle in the sky: you soar through your misfortunes and trials.
As a video recording: people can remember what you've done in the past.
As a pen: you're writing your life, striving to the edge with no
fear.
As a window: people can see right through you, and who you truly are.
As a camera: you're gonna keep on capturing the essence of the
impossible.
As the sky: you're limitless.
Your life is as a vapor... so don't let it fade so quickly.
© -Unique ;) (commonly known as Luna De Nova)
July 6th, 2014 Floral Photography pt 1
Here's some of the pictures I've taken. It was pretty difficult to get a good angle, but, here it is!
I especially like taking random shots of things; maybe a squirrel gathering his nuts, or even antique widgets.
Even taking shots of people when they least expect it is fun as well.
The camera I used is a Canon PowerShot A3300. This is my starting camera before I have enough to get a better one. But It's actually a pretty good camera; if you want to take pics in natural sunlight. But as for clear photos for faraway scenery, not as well. Still, I can admit that the camera shots of mountains that I took with this camera actually came out pretty good, which was surprising.
- © Unique ;)
(commonly known as Luna De Nova)
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