The tide
has washed out,

Leaving only fear
and doubt.

The sand
on the bare, naked shore
is damp and cold,

The tide swept away
all that was
meaningful--the treasure
of gold!

Picture perfect,
now a distant memory,

Out of sight
is their beautiful life -
a love exemplary.

The crystal-clear water
has travelled too faraway
to reach-out and touch,

Long gone
is their loving reflection -
aching, they both miss it
so much!

By Lady R.F ©2017

I've been beaten down,
torn apart and ripped to shreds -
I have the war scars to prove it,

I've been knocked down,
broken to pieces and left out in the cold -
I've been trampled and defeated.

Somehow,
I've managed to stay alive -
It's nothing short of a miracle,

I've managed to turn my pain
into poetry--an art -
I've even managed to make it lyrical!

By Lady R.F ©2017

She loved him so much
because he was her solace,

Their relationship was beautiful,
it was flawless.

He was her shadow
and her guiding light,

He was her moonlight
on every dark, scary night.

He was her boulder,
looking over the water's edge,

More than just a rock,
he kept her from falling off
many a dangerous cliff's ledge.

Because he was her armour,
her heavy-duty shield,

Nothing ever got to her -
there wasn't a weapon he didn't wield.

He put out raging fires,
he made everything alright,

He had an answer for everything,
there was no battle
he wasn't prepared to fight.

He was the serene calm
after an exhausting day,

He was her rainbow,
he made everything okay.

Because he loved her
for all that she truly was,

Because he always did
what a real man always does.

She adored him,
she always reached for his hand,

What happened to change that...
she will never understand -
never will she truly understand!

By Lady R F ©2017

We are being held hostage
by our fears,

We are fighting so hard
not to unleash our tears.

We are sinking
into the ground,
as we walk into the bellies
of many a horrific
and catastrophic storm,

We are trying
to hold our hearts together
because they are in pieces -
they were heartlessly broken to bits
and torn.

We are lost in a maze,
and we are completely out of breath,

We are staring into a ******* hole -
our pending final resting place,
upon our lonely death.

We are spinning out of control,
We are scared of falling
into the dark void - that intimidating
black hole.

We are all alone in a world
that is unfamiliar to our minds,
and to our shattered souls,
in every way,

We are in survival-mode
every single mentally overwhelming,
challenging, but blessed, new day.

By Lady R.F ©2017

She paints her world
According to her pure intention.
Pure in her own figure,
Not in someone else's.
She doesn't speak,
Of words in complex.
Her mouth but translates
Her minds complexity into simplicity.
She doesn't need to speak but rare.
You've read her words,
You've witnessed the paradox
Of her pen-to-paper.
You understand her terminology
Of no bad cause.
She wordlessly preaches her rootless existence
Through the essence of her eyes,
As she hides behind the smoke of her cigarette
Extraordinary, in disguise

Amanda. F (c) 2017

What passes as chaos from dawn till dusk,
Alters into the most fascinating aray of lights at night.
An abundance of lit buildings showcasing a skyline of a once town now a luminescent anomaly.
A neon horizon upon a city of life,
Movement, that never sleeps*

Amanda. F (c) 2017

The angelic silhouette of her intentions on paper,
fair with the golden fingerprints of the depths of her soul
so pure.
Her smile with the potential to light up a thousand dead cities in the blink of an eye,
So allure.
Her eyes play so convincing,
The calm detailed glisten in the sunlight and the sorrowful muted tone they become when her mind is far from bright.
Her idiosyncratic and highly distinctive attitude towards things never fails to amaze me,
Her heart silences her mind when only it feels what her mind can't see.
Rosalie is art
From her knowledge full and constantly absorbing mind, to her utterly beautiful heart.*

Amanda. F (c) 2017