Cassandra Moon

The Eclipse

❝ You came when I’m in a
darkest pit of hell,
You became the light to my
cloudy night sky,
A moon that comforts me
whenever I’m unwell,
And guides me in order
for me to fly high,

       We met like how the sun
       and moon crosses it’s path—
       A kind of event that
       rarely happens,
       Yet fate leads us to
       where we sat,
       Now writing down our
       destiny with papers and pens,

       Red is the color of love
       they say
       Like how the eclipse
       glows in our eyes;
       It also means blood and anger
       that can lead us to astray
       Reminding us that this love
       comes with a price,

       A price; this may be us
       against the human race,
       But let them stare and try to
       grab us down from up above,
       We won’t be shaken in
       everything we will going to face,
       For we have the strongest armor
       which is our love.       ❞

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Love, Happiness, and Endurance

What is love? When a person was been asked their definition of love, they first think about their love ones before answering. Some says, “Love is a feeling that made you think you are in a rollercoaster ride; bursting with different kinds of emotions—happiness, fear, and even made you feel crazy” and some also says, “Love is just an illusion created by our mind. An illusion that will only leads us to pain and suffering.” Every person doesn’t hold the same meaning love. They define love based on what they believed and experienced, and each one of us have different experiences no matter how similar it is with each other.

And as for me, love is always a feeling that cause as happiness and at the same time… sadness. The magical thing in love is you will never say that you are truly in love if that love can’t cause you pain, because how can you say that you love that person if their absence doesn’t make you sad, if you can still sleep peacefully after the midnight quarrels, and if you are not afraid to lose them?

Love doesn’t just make our heart race and filled our stomach with butterflies. It also makes our blood boil and nerve throb, push us to our frustration limits, cry our hearts out, and made us like a crumpled up piece of paper. That’s why if you want that love to last, then endure. Hold on tight and buckled up because sometimes love will leads us to a bumpy ride journey. Things will not be easy, but as long as this love is worth fighting for then fight for it.

Now tell me, what’s your definition of love?

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Stuck in a Closet

Written by Cassandra Moon

❝    As a child…
       Hiding in my closet
       is my kind of thing,
       When hide and seek
       is what we are playing
       As they start counting
       from one to three
       Can't help from giggling
       as they look for me.

       And now that I am 20
       We no longer play
       like how we used to be,
       Yet here I am
       still inside my closet
       Hoping for someone
       to open the door,
       But I guess
       I was been forget.

       I shout and shout,
       And cried my heart's out!
       Thinking that my voice
       will reach their heart
       But no one seems
       to hear a thing
       For they thought
       that I am still a child
       who loves playing

       Shades of black and grey
       This is what I only see
       Together with the feeling
       of being betrayed
       By someone who I thought
       will set me free

       Please hear me!
       I want to see a rainbow
       For I belong to it's hue
       And not to this pitch 
       black closet of agony.   ❞

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