Andrew Luna

I am Andrew Luna, I enjoy writing poems that mainly consist of sonnets or haikus. My emotions are my inspiration for constructing my poems, without them, I could not be able to express myself in writing, like the way I do. 

The Less I Know The Better

So many people coming after me

Spilling all their problems upon myself

But why me, why can't they let me be free

When will they be able to help themself 

I however really like to be helpful

And enjoy giving people some advice

But in the end, it becomes so harmful

And for my mental health, not worth the price

When you know less, it seems to be the best 

But it’s too late now cause I know it all

I’m just so tired, let me be to rest

Let me be alone to watch the rainfall 

          I was doing fine without giving in 

          Isolation becomes my medicine

Family 

Millions of people

But I got lucky with them

Thankful everyday

Live 

I try to live life

But it has different plans

Please just let me live

Love 

It's necessary

At least that's what they all say 

But I don't need it

Time 

Is time a real thing

What would life be without it 

Such a mystery

World 

A rock in a void

We are all just floating here

How does that happen

Laugh 

You need to laugh more 

It is the best medicine 

And it will heal you

An Existential Crisis poem…

Oh, woe is me, for I am lost in thought

And all my world seems but a fleeting dream

What purpose have I, what am I to wrought

Am I but dust, or something more supreme?

The questions of existence plague my mind

And haunts me in the quiet of the night

What fate awaits me and what will I find

When I soon depart from this mortal light?

I ponder life and death, and what they mean

And all the mysteries that lie beyond

The great unknown, the vast and endless scene

That lies ahead when I'm finally gone

Oh, existential crisis, bitter foe

Thou art the scourge that haunts my heart with woe

Darkness

Amidst the darkness

Silent whispers of the night

Stars shine bright above

Tired of School

Endless lectures drone

Heavy eyelids, weary mind

Longing for escape

Growing up 

Childhood memories

Fading like autumn leaves fall

Growth comes with its price

Mundane and tiresome, some may say

On the first day of the week, they dread to play

New beginnings, a fresh start

Days to accomplish, with all our heart

All that’s needed is a little push

Yet some find it hard to get out of the bush

A Sad Sonnet

When sadness doth upon my heart descend

And heavy clouds obscure the light of day 

My soul doth aches and wails without an end

As though all joy and hope had flown away

No comfort can I find in earthly things 

For sadness doth consume me like a fire

No balm to heal the wounds that sorrow brings

And leaves my heart and spirit in its mire

Yet in my grief a glimmering of light

A hope that doth amid the darkness shine

A ray of faith that doth dispel the night

And whispers of a love that is divine

So though my heart be rent with sorrows pain

I shall not lose the hope that doth remain

Immoral Decision

Soul weighed down with guilt

Conscience heavy with regret

Misdeed haunts my mind