Little by little,
Bit by bit,

Page by page,
My blood
I drip.

Scattered fragments
Of my soul
I leave behind,

In hope that one day
You may find...

Me - Completely.

Little by little,
Day by day,

Everlasting,
My chosen words
Will stay.

Verse by verse,
My soul
On earth
Will linger - Immortal,
Undying,

Traceable footsteps,
On these pages,
I leave -
Tears in words;
My pen is always crying.

My soul
Longs to bleed
Blood and tears of ink,

Between the lines
You will find me;
I have left trails -
A direct link.

By Lady R.F ©2016

If I find the right words
after digging deep down,
exhuming them
from my deepest darkest corner,

Will the splinters and blisters
caused by my *****
bring some light
and make my life
any warmer?

If I find the right words
and the strength
to finally set them free,

Will there be an empty space left behind
where they once hid and resided,
or will you replace them
with reciprocal loving words
meant just for me?

By Lady R.F ©2017

(Edited...reposted)


Time and past circumstances keep us in fetters
Long ago, I sketched this place on paper...
.............a beautiful oasis......
Where trees with long swaying branches surround
Along a placid stream, where crystal waters abound.

This is where i go
When feeling sad, or aglow,
I simply close my eyes
And easily....I am in an isle...

A place created by me
Not just you or I exist, but WE,
It could only be shared WITH THEE...
This, I have aply named, THE ISLE OF WE...

While working on this magical space
My brush strokes just fell into place
Not one, not two ever strayed,
With hues of aqua-blue, foam green...never blae.

I'm between a dream and reality
It is where you are, it is where I want to be
When I keep to myself, when I close my eyes
I am instantly here, in this isle
Perfectly...beside you,
Holding hands, we take in the view

Paradise is here,
In this unknown sphere,
From this isle, I would never flee
Where only I, exist.....WITH THEE.

    


Sally

Copyright February 9, 2017 (edited)
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Some kids act like men
Some men act like kids

By Lady R.F ©2017

Gazing up at the smorgasbord of stars
makes me all the more fonder
of the darkness,

Connecting light dots
above my head
on a magical canvas
which is never, ever, artless.

Vivid images
constantly taking form,
impeccable masterpieces floating
way up above me,

Heaven's art gallery
with such divine work on show;
hung--for all of us to see.

By Lady R.F ©2017