Broken,
Is her spirit,
Her wings
Are without feathers...

For decades she sat
On a brittle thorny perch
Bound by rope
And heavily chained
Tethers.

Every step,
She was walking on eggshells...
For, she was doomed
By the evil, selfish and wicked
At heart.

Not in the name of love,
But for fulfilment
Of cruel, greedy obsessions -
For such selfishness
Her soul was torn,
Tainted and pulled apart.

She once flew
As high as the heavens,
Now, A stranger,
She is to herself.

Her cage is now left open,
It is, but for her fears,
That she remains perched
Like an old book on a dusty shelf.

Mentally, she still flys
To the highest of heights
And dives deep, inward,
Into her own psychological abyss ...
But sometimes she finds her internal universes to be too draining,
Making such journeys
Mentally and physically
Too hard.

She is no longer
In restraining tethers...
But scarred.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2018.

How deep is her love?
How high is the sky?

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

He is...

The key
To my ultimate universe,
The rhythmic beat
Of my loving heart.

He is...

The pathway
To my soul's
Final destination,
And the masterpiece
In most of my poetic art.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Frustration and disappointment
ganged-up on me,
then fear and anger jumped in -
suddenly, it became four against one.

I wanted, so much, for my mind
to throw the white towel in,
but it was too late
because my heart got knocked-out!
Hence, for my soul, it was lights out!
~ The four of them won.

By Lady R.F ©2017

The infinite unsettling void
Is the point and place
Where her poetry begins -
Arises--where it is derived.

The infinite relentless void
Allows time and space
For her never-ending poetry
To be conceived;
This is how her soul
Is satisfied!

The Infinite lonely void,
Houses emotions -
With graceful words
They are interweaved,

Continually,
The void drives
Her poems to emerge -  
Allowing her soul
To feel momentarily,
Somewhat,
Relieved!

By Lady R.F (C)2017

Choreographing words 
Into theatrical dances 
With her imagination,

Gracefully exhibiting 
All of her thoughts —
Using letters 
As lavish decoration.

Having them leap-out 
Onto the stage, 
Outside of her mind,

Hoping in each performance, 
“Her life’s story”,
You will find.

Lady R.F. (C)2015

She was born on a full moon,
She quickly became the centre
of the infinite celestial sphere
in the sky,

She would soon grow to become
the shiny red apple, reflecting her light
into both her mother's and her father's
loving eyes.

By Lady R.F ©2016

No two minds
Think exactly alike,
Our perceptions
Are always going to be different,

We see the world
Through our own eyes,
The outcome of our experiences
Choose what is significant.

No two hearts weigh the same,
Our pasts make all of the difference,

Whether we are light-hearted
Or heavy-hearted,
Being whole-hearted,
Rather than being broken-hearted,
Is always going to be our first preference.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She is a Generator.
But, she's about to cut-out,
Very soon!

She is underpowered
And overloaded!
She needs assistance--energy
From the Sun and the Moon.

But, the Sun's rays
Cannot charge her battery -
It is no longer recharging her,
At all!

Nor, can the Moon,
Any longer,
Be of any assistance,
Or help....
It's time to disconnect--
Discharge from all!
~ Too many plugs are in the wall!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2018

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

Pass me my pen,
I'm ready to start writing again,

I need to express myself,
It's time to take my heart off the shelf.

Give me a few moments of time,
My soul needs to release a new rhyme,

Let me breathe again,
It's been too long,  I haven't written since this morning, at half past ten.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Long lived dreams
painted with clouds
in the sky,
so vivid,
just a touch away
from her delicate fingertips,

They keep her feeling alive,
they keep her wide-eyed,
whilst the salt
from the crashing waves
spray onto her dried up lips.

A fire burns brightly
deep down inside,
but she's too numb
to feel the pain,

Through her beautiful,
innocent, tired eyes
you can see the flame.

She pushes it all aside;
in her dreams
she finds a place to hide
again.

Every day
she does the same.

Exhaling as the sun sets
each and every night,

Dying, over and over again;
reborn, time and time again,
at the sight of morning's light.

Holding her own trembling hand,
trying so hard not to lose her grip,

Balancing
on the edge
of her world,
trying so hard
not
to
fall;
she won't survive
another slip.

Listening out for answers
howling in the vicious wind,
she fails to hears anything,

Clutching hope, and faith,
praying that her love for life
will conquer everything.

She's a fighter!
Tomorrow
she will be reborn again;
from the mountain top
you will hear her sing!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

The Angels
blow their breath
into her ink,

Each one of her words
are a reflection
of her pure soul;
a direct link.

By Lady R.F ©2016

The only person
I've ever been unkind to,
Is myself.

By Lady R.F ©2016

The beautiful metallic paint
began to chip and peel away,
induced
by the scorching heat
of that year's destructively brutal,
devastating, summer sun,

It quickly became obvious
That its original colour had been
concealed--covered-up--masked,
all along.
From that moment on,
it all began to come undone.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She's an open book,
But her pages are never ending!

By Lady R.F ©2015-2017
(Repost)

Her aura was magical,
Layers of bright colours -
A mirror-image of a beautiful rainbow,

She was the smile on a morbid day,
A breath of fresh open air,
She was the high
After feeling low.

She was a warm embrace
After a long lonely day,
A reassuring word,
A hand to hold,

She took you into her heart,
She brought you out of the cold.

She made your heart smile,

Even if only for a short while,


She was contagious,
She was sincere,

She made you happy
Whenever she was near.

She knew who you were,
She extracted your good intentions without you needing to speak
A single word,

She made you feel like you knew her,
All of your natural life,
She never made you feel unheard.

She was a one-of-a-kind, kind of lady,

She encapsulated a heart
That was transparent,
Nothing about her was at all shady.

Her eyes told an intriguing story,
Never-ending in depth and mystery,

She made you want to know
All about her--her complete
Life-long history.

She never pretended to be anything,
But her true self,

Her richness was made up of
Her kindness, and her warm
Loving heart;
This was her grand wealth.

She was a one-of-a-kind, kind of lady,

She encapsulated a heart
That was transparent,
Nothing about her was at all shady.

She made you feel blessed
To have known her - lucky indeed!

She was a rare wild flower;
Overlooked by some,
Unfortunate, for them,
That those few, saw only a ****.

It was sadly their loss,

Someone like her, again,
They would never, ever
Come across!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Magnificent ancient tree,
Imposing branches,
Reaching into the sky

Clouds shrouding its circumference,
It stands tall and proud,
Way up so high.

The moon rests beneath its canopy,
Appearing somewhat insignificant
And small,

A little, tiny golden circle,
A magical, hanging, crystal ball.

A massive, mystical trunk
Enclosing a soul with substance
And volume so grand and wise,

With roots deeper than the abyss,
I imagine that it is its own universe,
Through my eyes.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

I will always look up to you,
And admire you,
Just as I do
The magnificent stars
In the magical night sky.

~ Always.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018

A gazillion
tiny shinny stars
glimmer above my head tonight,

Destroying the darkness,
are these magical sprinkles
that will glow long into the night.

An infinite canopy
of mysterious beams,

More beautiful than any night sky
I have ever seen in my dreams.

Each star a magnificent spectacle;
a brilliant bright light,

These shinny stars illuminate
what would have been
a very dark overwhelming night.

Each star in the night sky
appears to be
within my reach--such an exceptional,
gorgeous night,
I feel compelled to fix my eyes to it -
I zoom in and lock them in real tight!

I get lost
as I gaze into the pool of magical dust,
the kind of lost that makes me
never want to be found...
then, suddenly,
everything wrong
feels perfectly right!

I believe
that the universe and I
have telepathically
conversed tonight,

The conclusion to my epiphany,
my great revelation,
my realisation,
is...
that everything is going to plan
because the design
is now in my sight!

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

Her rib cage
Imprisons
Her frantic beating heart,

Keeping it intact within her body -
Unleashed, it would crumble
And fall apart.

Safely tucked away,
Kept warm
By her soul's internal light,

Fighting
To keep its melodic rhythm;
Distorted by Anxiety -
It is tortured day and night.

By Lady R.F. (c)2017

She was...

Misunderstood,
Misjudged,
Misled,

Mistaken,
Misvalued
An­d
Misread.

However,
She was resilient,

Nothing short of being
Uniquely brilliant!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

If only
The colours of our souls
Could be seen;
Inner beauty would reign,
Truth would be born,
And honesty
Would need no words.

By Lady R.F. (C)2015

"Hi there,
I'm a little lost...
Would you happen to know
Which road I should take
To get me to 'Peace of Mind'?

I'm on my way there now,
To reclaim my sanity,
I'm hoping to get there
Before it's too late...
Is this place hard to find?"

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She found herself,
But then she didn't know
What to do with herself;
It had been too long.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

And people...?

Well, some of them
are not so good at all!

They love to see good people fall!

They **** other people slowly
with unkindness
and malicious intent,

They break
innocent people's spirits
without any remorse -
they don't even repent!

They take advantage of the weak,
and they walk all over the good-natured,

They target the very souls
who are in imminent danger
of extinction:
the decent, empathetic, kind people
who are truly endangered.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

I write because
It's an innate impulse--
I have to!

It's a natural instinct -
It's what I was born to do!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

"Forever"  
is the here and now,
this very precious moment,

Appreciation and gratitude
for this blessing,
should be expressed without postponement!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

I
Live2write
And
I
Write2live!

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

Never assume
Or answer your own questions,
Do not begin to imagine
That you know
What's in my head,

Sometimes my words
Are purposely left unspoken,
Sometimes I need to pause...
...Because my mind is too heavy
Inside my head; it's as though
My mind is momentarily blocked
And filled with lead!

My silence
Is never in motion
Without reason,
Nor is it to ignore -
It is never with arrogance
Or malcontent,  

It's just that
Sometimes
I tend to go numb
And get overwhelmed by life--
Due to my Anxiety -
Extracting reason
Becomes almost impossible;
Under pressure and stress, 
My thoughts,
I cannot explain or shed.

Life can be overwhelming,
Anxiety doesn't help
The situation
At all,

Sometimes
My mind shuts-down,
Forcing me to go into survival-mode -
Because it's better for me to pause...
...rather than to completely snap,
Break and fall.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Because
He makes me feel
Every moment--completely,

Making me want to live,
Forevermore,
Inside each one--infinitely!

By Lady R.F.(C)2016

An encouraging word
is moral-support,
which is felt,
as well as heard.

It makes all of the difference,
it helps one form perseverance
and build much needed resilience.

It may very well be
"that little push,"
which saves that person's day,
and it may very well be
a brightly coloured rainbow,
or a ray of sunshine,
which chases their dark clouds away.

It's an empathetic,
invisible, warm embrace,
it's a smile that says...
"You're not alone,"
which is warmly written
all over your face.

An encouraging word
is humble kindness,
which is most appreciated,
whilst it is being observed.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She had taken many a fall
in her life,

People and life had knocked her down -
in her back, had gone many
a sharp knife.

She was soft at heart,
naive and much too sensitive,
empathetic and kind,

She had an inner-strength
of the soulful kind,
and a very determined mind.

She grew up very fast;
depression and anxiety
stole a lot of her precious time,

When most people would have given up,
she kept getting up -  she never knew
when to draw the line.

She was an innocent girl,
usually misunderstood,

All she ever wanted
was acceptance, real loyalty,
and to be truly understood.

Other people's envy was always an issue,
her good nature was always the cause,

They couldn't be quite like her,
so they set out to destroy her -
they always instagated
such brutal, unfair wars.

But she still had a humble,
innocent, beautiful heart,
one that always felt the urge to give,

She only wanted to be genuinely loved
in return;
with peace, love and harmony
she wanted to live.

By Lady R.F ©2017

One, may appear to be alive -
Their blood is pumping,
Their heart is beating,

But their soul has died
A thousand deaths -
Their soul is withering away -
It is slowly, but surely, fleeting.

It becomes impossible
For one to live their life,
Constantly trying to survive,
Whilst not freely breathing,

How does one celebrate their life,
When fear of living
Has buried them alive -
When their only hope 'sanity'
Is constantly threatening
That it is leaving?

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Together,
Your eyes
Are a kaleidoscope,
Reflecting sequences
Of our love.

A love
That never ceases -
With each moment
It increases;
A symbol
As pure and peaceful
As that of a white dove.

⚘ By Lady R.F. (C)2015* ⚘

Crushed like a dried up leaf,
Damaged beyond repair,

She is Autumn's remains;
Such is life, cruel and unfair.

She is under ***** feet,
Left out in heavy rain,

It truly is such a crime,
A terrible, terrible shame!

Not a single thought spared
For how beautiful her soul
Used to be,

Or for how she held on so tightly
To the big branch
Of her beloved giant tree.

Not a single thought goes out
To how tender and loving
She naturally was,

Overlooking her dying spirit,
Is what everybody does.

Now, as she surrenders,
As she gives up on everything,

All that she holds onto
Are her precious memories,
And her undying simple dreams;
The dreams that really, really
Meant something.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

Her wings magically unfold
At her happy place,

She is as free as a butterfly,
You can't wipe the smile off her face!

She breathes freely, fresh, clean air
At her happy place,

All is heavenly divine, carefree and fair
Because moments stand beautifully still
(Time does not exist)
- Life, there, is never a race!


By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Those whom can
read between the lines
have an intriguingly beautiful
and fascinating personality.

It's defining characteristics
and attributes
such as these
that show intelligence
and a rigorous,
meticulous,
mentality.

~ Gifted.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Solitude:
It doesn’t get offended,
Nor does it offend.
It doesn’t have expectations,
It doesn’t judge or pretend!

By Lady R.F. (C)2015

I've heard it said by many,
I'm sure you've heard it too...

"I know you better
than you know yourself!"
I really doubt
that this statement
is true!

I mean,
how does one logically justify
such a crazy terminology?

This assumption is insane,
how dare anyone propose
this ideology!

We've all gone mad!

We dare suggest
that we know
what other's think...?
How sad!

I don't understand my own mind,
and I can assure you,
neither do you!

Do you believe that it is possible
that I might know you better
than you, yourself, do?

I truly doubt,
and disbelieve that you do!

It's impossible!
It's insane that some people think
that this phrase could even slightly
be true!

Nobody knows us better
than we, ourselves, do!

I struggle to know myself,
and I always will;
this much is true!

Only God, himself, knows me,
and he, alone,
understands my mind,

I cannot entertain
any other notion,
my inner-thoughts
are way out of range
for just anyone to find!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

It's plain to see
If you look through one's eyes,
Deep into one's soul,
If you listen with your heart,
Feel with your senses,
And speak with actions--
The empathetic language of love,

Pay attention to the pain
Hidden amongst the chaos,
All the silent calls for help
Put out to the universe--
The cries of the defeated,
Ordinary pigeons,
Each one not realising
That society has convinced it
That it is not a dove.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She has been fighting herself,
Holding herself back.  

The urgent innate feeling
To release these emotions
That she hides,
Is so strong.
It is eating her alive.

She is struggling
To keep these burdening,
Painful,
Heavy,
Emotions
Buried
Deep
Down
Inside.

If she were
To be overpowered
And defeated
By this feeling,
And if she went ahead  
To begin to try to transfer
These disturbing feelings
From her heart,
And from her soul,
Into her mind,

Where she would then
Transform them into words -
Words that would surely struggle
As they drip through her pen,
Staining her paper
With blood-red ink--tears...

These words would surely
Be too dark -
The ink would surely
Run through every page,
Beneath the sheet
In which she writes;
Soaking through each one of them,
Right down to the desk
In which they rest--staining it;
Hence, draining her pen.

They would surely
Be too heavy  -
The paper would not withstand
Their hefty weight -
The ink would dampen the sheet,
Tearing it,
Beyond repair.

The same way
These emotions
Have torn through her heart -

The same way
They have tattered
And stained her delicate soul.

The same way
He broke her lively spirit
Into peices
With his crushing words.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

He could make flowers grow
in places where there was never any sunlight,

In the deepest, darkest crevices
Of a 24-hour dark world,
A world that was a complete stranger
to broad daylight.

He could make flowers bloom
where, otherwise, other forms of life
would be unable to thrive,

He did this
with his beautiful Rose,
she needed him
to survive,

But,
he needed her too...
he needed her in ways
that no-one could ever understand;
and so, together,
they kept eachother alive.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Internal scars
Are like Fingerprints,

Each soul
Has unique imprints.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Look not
To the shiny, sparkling stars,
Who are out of reach,
Way-up above the world so high
In the glamorous night-sky,
To inspire you,

But to each, individual,
Humble universe,
With its empathetic heart,
Who extends its arms,
Reaching-out an open hand
To support you and
To guide you.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

"The unveiling"
Of all that the master design
Promises to bring,

All of the answers
To the unknown;
The wonder of everything.

"The inevitable,"
"God's will,"
"The out of our control,"

"The final destination"
For each and every soul.

Some call it destiny,
Some call it God's big master plan,

Some call it fate,
Some say it's predestination
For every man.

The doctrine
That God has ordained
All that will happen,

That nothing is by chance;
Not even a misshapen!

In the grand scheme of things,
Whether you believe
Any of these theories to be true,

It will all be revealed to you,
What is meant to be,
Will eventually be for you;
There's nothing we can do!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

What good are words...
if they are not from the heart,

What purpose do they serve,
if your real feelings
and your words,
are complete worlds apart.

What good are promises...
if they are full of holes and lies,

What value do they hold,
if your planning on breaking them
and cutting ties.

What good is life...
if it's nothing but a waste,

If you cannot be honest to yourself,
if your own words you cannot taste.

What good is there in love...
if it's a lonely road
that only goes one way,

What good is there in being together...
if your love is not real
and if you're not on the same page
through life's journey
every day.

What good is having a heart...
if you cannot trust your love with it,

When it keeps getting broken,
when pain is all that it has left to exhibit...?


By Lady R.F ©2017

Unlike many others,
who are afraid
to let anyone know
what they really think,
and how they really feel...

She writes it all down,
she let's it all out;
and she wears her heart
like a crown!
When it comes to being brave...
she's the real deal!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

I can't hide my feelings,
I have to set them free,
Otherwise they torture me,
Relentlessly!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017