Why Can You See Human Eyes on a Moth’s Wings?

I am,
A moth among
I tried,
So desperately,
To drink the milkweeds
And fly,
Into golden sunlight.
I played
An endless game of
Tag with the monarchs.
I am a creature
Of the moon,
My wings are made
Of stardust.
I see the whole world
On my wingspan,
I find hope
In the brightest light
During the darkest
Of midnights.
Will never
Have the freedom
Or reason
To fly aimlessly
Into the daytime.
For I,
Am a lonely traveler,
Among many,
A creature of the moon,
And a moth among butterflies.

I remember the first time I saw one of these moths. It was somehow wounded, lying in a field near a playground during summer school when I was a small child. Everyone excitedly gathered around this strange creature. It had strange eyes displayed intimidatingly on big brown wings. The other children were screaming at how disgusting and freakish this creature was.
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First post/introductions :)

Well hello everyone, I’m happy to be able to have a slot to write on Travis’s website. Let me start by telling you a little about myself.

I’m Momiji, a female college student living in suburban America. I love cats, RPG’s, Korean Soap Opera’s, and junk food. My purpose here is to expand my writing skills under this mentor (and maybe blow off a little steam from the more stressful parts of my life). I’m going to post a lot of poems, a few fiction stories, and a lot of blog-type entries about the struggles of what it is like living in my generation in college.

Guess I’ll start off with a poem for you all tonight. Please don’t be afraid to like or comment! Thank you. 🙂

I am stuck inside my head
When I leave home,
I leave my thoughts in bed
My heart says it does not want to play
I don’t know where to but my love has gone astray
Every hour I put myself out in my ashtray
It’s funny how I used to think
That all those stupid little cigarettes ever really
Helped a thing