When The Earth Loved The Moon

08/10/2024

In a way writers have magic, because they whisper into the future.

08/06/2024

08/04/2024

And in the dark
I no longer know your face .
The moon hides her secrets
In the sunlight.
Lonely lost and longing,
I drive an endless highway
With no headlights.
Hope is a melancholy word,
And love is a lost dream for the
Romantics new and old.
Take the key, but my heart is already unlocked.

07/26/2024

"LimeLyte"
Antwan Ehrgott

10/07/2023

I'd love it if you'd all read this poem.
It has my heart and soul in the words.
💙 🧬 🩺 🧠. 🫀. 💙
Often the line begins a fast stroke of pen
But the writing is always unplanned.
Every note, every rhythm finds it’s place along the bet,
Capturing these thoughts is like holding water in a net
But there’s not a thought that’s to obscure to be thought yet.
Dreaming intersects reality and too often it seems,
So hard to distinguish which was reality and which one was dreamscape.
Float on, truck on, groove on, walk on, roll on, stumble, trip, fall, jump,
Dance, drive, run, climb, eat, breathe,
Think.
Wonder,
hope.
Breathe as you love a gain
Always in motion, yet shrieks the call to be still grows, louder
Though it’s a firm call
It’s not the voice of reason- no, wait.
Breathe, let the echoes quiet, silence replaces treason
And seeds of thinking will grow hope there,
Breathe, lungs full from the air.
Remain undecided and move on through
Starships and pirate ships,
Vagabond heroes
Princesses in distress
A Toyota Corolla
And well f**k,
A lifelong emotional mess.
As a balance life still hangs,
As When something is taken,
Something grows from the remains.
Healing takes too long even more
Healed feels weirdly wrong
Headache heartache headache
Breathe.
Tremble.
Cry.
And Smile, for the good yet to come.
[end scene]

08/25/2023

I will forever be as Mad as a Hatter and as lost as Alice, but that won't stop me from exploring Wonderland any more.

02/16/2023

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01/09/2023

Cold shenanigans make pretty pictures

09/28/2022

Ghosting, 1. 2. 3.
~Æ

And though I'm now a ghost from your past, I still lay awake at night and think
I remember your favorite color and your least favorite drink.
How you always loved a shade of blue or how you always trip on the doormat..
Moments never left me and I can't erase that.
Sometimes it's all too much for you,
It can be too much for me.
Ill always write a story about a sailor and the sea,
but a shipwrecked heart will bear no compass mind
When the crows nest occupant is blind.
And if I called unto you, would you steer your vessel free, oh,
Who am I to ignore the stars, ignite the sea, and whisper wind to sail your ship into me?