Words from our mouths can be swords
from a sheathe.
An arrow on a bow.
A stone from a sling.

Milk maid with gold crown
Rose-tinted cheeks glow with warmth
Smiles with loving grace

Tender is the sun after silvern rain.
Warming is our laughter after sorrow.

My mind still wanders
A stone thrown at the calm lake
and I watch it skip

Tomorrow will be today
Today will be yesterday

That one yesterday I
promised to get work
done!

Quills in the inkpot
Papers scattered but
they're ready

But I put it off for tomorrow
                                           tomorrow
                                tomorrow
                       ­                 tomorrow

The same tomorrow of today
when today is yesterday

It's become my art form
Wasting time for tomorrow,
the thief!

The thought is so daunting
Ever so daunting

Of a piece of my work
that is left unfinished

Full wings or broken
An angel is an angel
with shining beauty

There is nothing worse than
feeling chained and trapped
in place where the sun don't
shine

This day and age, our surface matters.
And when I wonder why the rich
end their lives, I know that
wealth, fame and status
are grands cape of
illusion

From the seas to skies
Sun's core shines bright from centre
Watery chaos

One should not be curious out
of ignorance

The cold days have passed
Winter will become so sweet
The wait is over

I dare not dull my mind
with wine, unless it's
truly sweet. As much I want
to rest, I hear my pen's pleas,
as its golden blood bleeds; for
to always stay vertical! Only
on my deathbed, should it
be laid to rest horizontally.

The fall of colours
Every fallen leaf ablaze
Harvest mixed with sleet

Golden antlered doe
Rides the wind with fluttered heart
Evade the bolt's eye

-
The thoughts of morrow
have me feeling fearful,
insecure...
The beginning of a new
day and chapter of my life.
Instead of plucking petals,
I hold onto each one, for they
protect the stem of my heart.
Let them burn alive with all
of your blessings and keep
me strong.
For I am fighting and facing
my demons.
It is time that I accept that I have
all the tools I need...
I will fight.
-

It's in everything that we do.
All that you are able to achieve and more.
No matter who you are...

Hair now strokes my cheek
Happy thoughts flies with the wind
The sweet wind chimes sings

As life passes,
and time goes on,
There comes a period
where we sit and reflect on
how our journeys have
been.
Memories, happy and
sad.
Old and new come back in mind
like the dance of a butterfly,
shimmering.
We all make mistakes, yes.
But still,
We all should go through life
without the worry or need
of regrets.
Believing that all we did, do, and will do is right.
We all dig up the past, to try and understand it.
We also put bricks and cement in place for our futures...

Always haunts the edge of my mind
Crossing the edges of my limited time
Run for light's sliver, run to be free
For I will find peace in escaping your
memory

Here, I glide to regions unknown.
On the tides of bliss, you are shown.
A stroke from you can calm my heart.
Forlorn and fear, depart.

How the sun is dim to your smile.
West winds blow as I dream of the Isle
For that one day, where we lock our hands
Upon the golden sands...

Writhe and roar! Sea and tempest grow!
Rise, my Dutchman! Rock to and fro!
Set the sails and man all the helms!
Our journey never ends.

Death ascends upon the throne.
As wild as he is alone.
Come to the sea, and cut through waves
Hurry to your water grave.

And my love who can't be restained.
I will vow that I'll make you pay
Drag them, bind them, take their souls
And hear the death bell toll!

For my love, I gave you my heart.
So that we will never part.
Forever you were my always.
Your curse, I won't obey.

How I've we'd meet on the lands.
Words of love have crumbled into sand.
For years, I drown with misery.
.Dead chest, safeguard my heart...

It's better to be struck down
than
destroyed.

Your will, your thoughts,
your mind are the
materials of
your armor.

Your perseverance
and life form your
blade.

You've no need for a shield
For what makes you whole
is the loving furnace that
burns in you

For years, I was a sleeping child
as the nights shifted to days and
days into nights.
But now, at the crack of the rising,
this Child of Then wakes to
be a Child of Now.

Sweet Sibyls of eld
who sing of mysteries held
My envy flowers

How I yearn to see
The written future for me
Miracles and pain

Do I want to know?
What you see in crystal *****?
The magic's in me...

She may stand before you with a smiling face
                                        and light in her eyes

But in truth it is all a front, she's really
                                      screaming inside

But give her the credit of taming her mind,
                                 and caging her thoughts

✿⊰✲⊱✿
Then the door is opened and Esshi comes in,
curtsying. "My Lady, this came for you."
I stare at her hand. "A letter? Place it with
the others."
"My Queen, it is from King Paul. His messenger
insisted that you read it today."
"Already?" I blink as I gently take
the letter and open it, revealing it's content.

Dear Queen Lyn,
I hope this letter reaches you quickly.
I have everything planned out on my
end. The invites have been sent! I look
forward to seeing you and the other Kings
and Queen on the morrow!
Best wishes!
King Paul


✿⊰✲⊱✿
I chuckle as I place the letter back in the
envelop, "Well, you've got to hand it to him,
he works fast! Everything is going as planned.
Are Aurelinaea's presents ready?"
"Yes, My Lady!" Esshi beamed as I stare
towards the horizon with a smile.

What better way to pour out
the pain of a poet that
to write the stories
with a *** of
blood?

Loyalty, a quality that is not
used enough in this day
and age.

There is one thing people can learn from Halloween.
We live a a world where people are
tricked by the ones
they treated right.

Ice
gems
of winter.
Gleaming dew
drops on leaves and
fruits. Shimmering veils of
the rising sun. Wispy drifts of
rose clouds. Lunar flames of
Midnight's moon. A sea to us,
from man to ant. The entity of
the Earth. For every form
that it takes, it's a page of
countless stories.

♡      
       I
          respect
           myself   to
             be able      to
           walk

To              
live, you              
must learn how          
to FLY - First Love            
You              

I'm                          ­                  
all for                                          
aiding the                                          
self - love, respect                                        
worth                                          

No                                                             ­             
longer                                             ­                             
will I prove                                                            ­                
myself to any                                                              ­            
one                                                             ­               

The                          
focus                          
is  only                          
proving that I                          
can                          

         I
              hold dear
           qualities
                valued more  than
                money

                               ­                              Love
                                                            ­respect
                                                         ­    self-esteem
                                                     ­         belief, kindness
                                                        ­      trust

             I  
              respect  
              myself  to  
             ­  be able      to
                walk  

I                      
spread my                      
wings  to  fly                      
alo­ne    and     yet                      
free                    

Sweet                                                            ­                  
lantern                                       ­                                     
I   ask   you                                                              ­              
to keep moving                                                           ­               
up                                                              ­            
So
put up
your proud flag
     Let       it      proudly
wave

     ♡

Dawn with rose fingers
Stars glimmer in lounging eyes
She weeps from heartbreak

How easy it is for one's mind to change
from jumps and joy
to a hollow
shell

Disappointed

No
sadness
just a place I go
in mind where I walk in and
turn the **** to block noise with noise
The noise of my mind conquers the noise of my body

Disappointment travels in and out my ears
Never to stop or dock
If I let it dock,
then my bubble pops

-
I will deafen my soul to the chords
of discord.
-

~
Ever had that point in your life where
you wished you could just press
a button and restart your whole
life?

Never losing any of the knowledge
that you have now?
It seems like I'm having more and
more of those days...

I try my best to walk on the path
of light, but I can't help but turn
and feel the shadows crawling
behind me

How they yearn to sharpen their
blades with their poisoned whispers
and seek my neck to slit my throat
The memories of my 'childhood'
coming back to bite and drag me
down to my death
I only wish to build for my future,
to move on,
begin anew,
to rise about the turmoil that burns
in me

For the man I hate most in this world...
Even now, I'm not sure that I fully
understand the past
I have so many questions, still
But I guess I will never truly understand
it, not as I am now anyway...
But it's better to understand than me
seeking to solve it

I can't change my past
I can't delete my mistakes
I'm still at war, fighting off my insecurities
my self-loathing
my depression
my anxieties
my shame
my anger

As scared as I am, my hand
is on the handle that leads
to my Hall of Hope
Small, it may be, but hope
is something that is hard to ****
once it has taken root

The key, stability, is there beyond
my gaze
My future is the only thing I have
There's nothing left for me in the past,
nothing but pain and a black-hole
of emotion
So I humbly ask you...

Help me to overcome and experience
my best life that hides behind my fears
I won't let anyone jeopardise what could
be for me, for the sake of jealousy or even
impulse

I can't be a tree that never bears fruit...
For risks are apart of life
So I will follow you,
with my heart praying for salvation
From the smoke from the past,
you present me my mirror
even if it's something I do not wish
to see

My past, I will make peace with
but I will create my bright future
~

I begin to stir
Fragrant scents of memories
Wake to see sunlight

Sweat drips from my brow
A grain of salt that I knead
How I adough you

For us to love, truly love,
we must look at the beauty within.
I've come to realise that longing
for
the most handsome of men
or
the most beautiful woman
will only leave one with
a sour heart,
and
a mouthful of bile.

Now, I see and I tell myself
to love one not for their looks
for that will wither.
To love not for their wealth or status
for it is only temporary.

But to love the heart,
fully and purely.

Just because the Knight's armour shines
doesn't mean he's not a monster.
Just because she's a distressed Damsel doesn't
mean that she is without fault.

Love is life's adversary in every single way.
Treasure all of who they are.
Don't let society blind you.
Look at them hard,
long and deep.

Hear their song and see their light.
Soothe their pain and calm their demons.

This is how to love.
Truly love....

At my birth I drew my first breath...
my cries an announcement of my existence
My arrival.
And yet as I walk upon the water,
I stare and see you, a cold spectre above my crown.
Though I age, I feel your air circle around me.
As I age, I see your wings are aglow.
As I age, I'm nearing, nearing towards you.
And yet you stand, everstill and true.

Autumn curls whipped by wind
Her light faint and stained by shame
Tears run down rose cheeks

Dear society, I'm tired of your
debauching standards of what
it means to be beautiful into a
mere commodity.

Dear society, why can't you look
into the windows of the soul? Are
you scared to see a flawed being
just like yourself? Scared to see
what truly lies in the heart? Scared
to see more and want more than
just a body?

Dear society, what you call
beauty now is only joy for
your eyes. There should be
more to us than just *** appeal.

Dear society, your expections
has done more harm that good.
Those who fall in line will always
be accepted. And the ordinary
will be rejected...

You've made me feel like I'll never
be good enough. That my life
should be dictated to meet your
standards. No matter what I do,
there will always be something
wrong with me. Some imperfection
that I'll be forced to fix.

I am more than flesh and bone.
I am more than blood and tone.
For years, you've made me sad,
you've made me hate.
And I refuse to die bound to
to a dark fate.

The tongue is dipped into
sun-like ink. Prepared and
with its slick tip, it makes its  
trail from the body, to shoulder,
to neck and to lip,
Round and round, focused,
skilful.

Soft, slow and steady
upon a body of the finest ivory.
Teasing as it swirls, twists and
turns, to make a body with love
and beauty.

As it rightfully desires to be marked,
to be loved,
to be teased,
and desired.

So when the tongue moves away,
and the trail finally sets, I hold
up the bashful body as if it were
sacred. I watch it glow and
instinctively know, that
it will stand the
test of time.

A beauty above all else...

I've encountered people who often told
me that when I stumble on the edge,
the fall would
****
me.
In truth, it's dependant on the lens you
choose to look though.
On the edges of life,
you can be killed as you
fall
or
as you
land.

The mind is throbbing
Thoughts and doubts, screaming loudly
Blurring my vision