My body is a ballroom for my soul to dance in.
My eyes are shooting stars that claim the cosmos of my sight.
My hands are fragile vines of woven skin that grip the dirt and praise the earth.
My skin is a delicate mould.
My freckles map the constellations and tell the alignment of the stars.
My body is my home, that explores the wonder of the universe.
I am nature. I am art.

- A.F

  7d Amanda F
Lady RF

Only he
Can make the ugliness
Of this world
Seem invisible,

Only he
Can make my yucky,
Bad days
Feel somewhat beautiful.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

  Sep 3 Amanda F
Lady RF

They say
I'm way too sensitive,
I think and feel too much,

I have never, ever denied this,
It's true, I feel everything
Without needing to utilise
My sense of touch!

They say
I'm way too emotional,
I wear my heart and soul
On my sleeve,

This, too, is also true,
Keeping it real
Is all I have ever wanted
To achieve!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

  Sep 3 Amanda F
Lady RF

Like tiny speckles of dust
Floating in the air,
Almost invisible to the naked-eye,
Unless the light is beaming down,

I inhale your essence,
Intoxicated,
My spirit gets so high
It's impossible to come down.

Unlike pollution,
Your essence is nutrition
For my soul,

Nontoxic,
Each tiny fragment
Fills the void inside my heart;
With each breath
It fills the aching hole.

By Lady R.F(C)2017

20 years
Of love
  Sep 3 Amanda F
Lady RF

Flowers
Are a reminder
That without a little rain
We wouldn't be able to bloom,

Without clouds
And a little bad weather
We wouldn't be able to smell
Their divine fragrant perfume.

Flowers
Are a reminder
That we need gloomy days
So we can highly value
The sun's radiant,
Life-powering, life-giving light,

Because without
Any form of darkness
We wouldn't appreciate
The glorious clear-blue skys
And the gift of precious daylight.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

  Aug 28 Amanda F
Lady RF

Dissociation  
Depersonalisation
Derealisation
Detachment
Mental and Physical Paralization

This is the complete story
Of my life's disinclination

Severe Anxiety
Panic Disorder
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Depression

My disorderly indispositions
Not being in any form of
Chronological succession

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

  Aug 20 Amanda F
Lady RF

Words,
They can cut through
Your heart,

They can tear you
Apart.

They can be as sharp
And as blunt
As any knife,
All in the same instance,

They can cause a major shift
In your reality,
They can torture you
Until the end of time,
They can be responsible
For destroying your very existence.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

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