O, loving silver moon

I come with one dark wish

I do not wish to die

But I don't want to exist

Only grass and mud
The two foxes have now gone
Leaving fresh paw-prints

Fog shrouds my body
Inside my mind, diverse worlds
Each vibrant and loud

It's easy to fall in love with the light.
The true test comes from loving
the darkness and all the burdens it
carries.

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The evening turns to night, the night
to day, the day to afternoon until I
come upon the evening, preparing for
the Gala. There is a knock on my door
before it opens, I turn to see my mother
there.  Age has no way diminished her
beauty - her black curls packed into a
high up-do, streaked with silver.

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Her dress is that of gentle blue embroidered
silk and long open sleeves, skirts flared
  fastened at her waist; a winking silver crown
upon her head; a antique lace fan in her hand
with carved angels that make the rose-ivory
guard. "You're still not ready? The carriage
has just arrived."
"I know, Mother."
"Well, give them my regards. I'll see that every
thing runs smoothly."

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"Thank you," I smile and nod as the handmaids
added the finishing touches. My dress is
much like my mother's but it's off-the-shoulder,
a deeper, velvet blue with gold floral motifs
wrapping around my body; the corset is laced
as then the jewellery, a filigree diadem with a
tanzanite core, a gold lily necklace, earrings
and a girdle belt with a swooping diamond
core.

Colds winds kiss the leaves
Dreams are gold beneath the moon
Green tea cleans my soul

-
Humans,
A race on a race to self-destruction
A race who chase the dream of unity
and rules of Order when we are
infact governed by the law
of our jungle:
chaos
-

Despite all that has been done
Despite all that I have done
Despite all that has been said
Despite all my pain and dread
Despite all the problems caused
Despite all my own spirit of the laws
Here I am...

In this day and age,
you can only love or hate.
So simple-minded

There is never
one definitive path to success
because everyone is unique. But I know there is
an inclusive path to failure to which we all of us fall victim

to from time to time

"Who the hell are you kiddin'?"
WHO AM I KIDDING...?
"Why are you bothering?"
WHY AM I BOTHERING?
"You're just a failure! You'll always be a failure!"
I'M...A FAILURE...
"You're not even good at it!"
AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?

Power without strategy is not different from
ambition without faith

Both are empty

We born into a world with a purpose
and
to love.
We created products in this world
with the purpose
to be used.
The world is black and twisted now
as humans are used
and our creations are loved

Music is my soulfood
Music is my daily wine
Though aged, it never loses
its succulent taste.

-
Although there are times where we humans stray
and feel lost in the dark, light will find a way
-

I am a little girl at heart.
Never do I ever want to lose the
sight of my inner child.

~
Like old friends and new,
We sit adjacent and stare
Am I transparent?
I'm not broken, but can you see and caress my cracks?
Marred body, but hey,
They are testaments.
Least I can sit here and say that
I have learned
a great deal of things...
Good and bad...
~

Moon
gently
shines as the
river flows free
And I hold my breath
as the sunshine of stars
morphs into the Heaven's gate
The grass waves with the lake's slumber
as the leaves fall and drifts soft and slow
And I dream of the treasure trove of Spring

And so it starts, the swing of Lanterns
So smooth as the winds begin to howl
Spring will blossom on the morrow
Let the Fall spread in silence
And the night covers all
I need the refuge
that silent hush
the cool night,
feathers
drift

My prayers answered
I value the gift of life
Rewards of nature

Flags drift softly still
The stars emerge, bringing joy
Light shines vivid

The
fame and
wealth one can
receive in this life
helps a person live a
life of luxury. The media
the eyes and ears to the world,
manipulated by the ****** hands
of man. However, no matter what, I
know one thing. You shine bright in the
media light, the shadow grows ever darker.
The crown of the media, no matter the industry,
does not stay on the same head forever...

One became two at one point.
I think I was caught up.
Maybe I did love at the time,
Maybe I didn't.  
Looking back,
through the ripples of time
Back over
730 days...
I see now that I
was only in love with the
idea of love.
I wasn't as clear as the ocean.

I was seen
A soul who thought she had a
stone heart.
And common sense instead
of emotion
A mind over the song of heart
strings
When you love, truly love
You trust and protect
But in truth, you're merely
cutting open your chest
Letting the blood flow
and cupping your beating heart
Trusting someone not to return with
a knife.
I was stabbed there
And the knife was further twisted
When you and your friends
laughed...

Relishing in being single.
Apparently, I have phallophobia

And you announced this
on social media
while
pouring salt and lemon juice into
my wounds...
That's when a glass broke in mind
Love left me blind
Realization made me wise
And I walked away

My limp gone
My scars bare
My eyes dried
Instantly

And a year later,
After the slander,
You message me
Asking for friendship and that
we should catch up
Like everything was OK

Even if I was naive enough to agree
What's there too catch up on?
Honestly?
When you've proven to be
untrustworthy
undeserving
and conniving

You can wait for as long as you want
Till my last breath,
I won't look back
Every chapter closes
You just realised too late

The heartbreak gave me wisdom

Ladies and gentleman,
if you have an ex,
Remember this

Ex = Experience
Ex = Example
Ex = Expiration

And don't ever feel succumb to the
temptation of getting an EXplanation
For anything.
There will come a day
when your head asks
"Do you care about them still?"
and your heart will respond
"Nah. Couldn't care less."

You, heartbreaker, are
at the end of the road

Face
The
Ex=it

The time held crumbles
through my hands, and that remains
The sun in the sands

Raise the crack of dawn
Autumn rain falls hypnotic
Hearts now pure and clean

Bring joy, dear sunshine
Love and touch all near and far
The Queen thinks, pensive

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"Ainhana, Esshi?" I call and they enter,
both were in similar fitted peacock lavender
elegant dresses that reveals their necks
and the slim waists; their hair packed into
neat buns. I smile, "You both look lovely!"
"As do you, My Lady," Esshi curtsies.
"Let us make way," I smile and they nod.
After quickly embracing my mother, I began
to make my way to the entrance my palace,
my ladies in toe.

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The afternoon coats the land and skies in
orange and red, but it's a sight to behold. The
air is so crisp and the birds glide and sing.
At the foot of veined marble, a grand white
carriage with sculpted timber being led by
four horses. The guards stand by the door;
the flag of Aurelinaea flapping in the wind.
"My Lady," the coachman smiles and bows,
"You look exquisite."

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"Thank you," I chuckle as he opens the door.
One of my guards helps me in and my
handmaids before closing the door. As the
Chief Guard gallops on his horse, giving orders
to his men, I see my mother stand by the entrance.
"Safe travels, my dear." She says, waving which
I return as we ride out, on our journey
to King Paul's palace!

There's only so much that you can do,
so be honest about it. If you are in
a situation where you truly can't
help them, at least have to
courtesy to try and not
hurt them.

Naiads of the Spring
Whose dance is hypnotising
Fill the air with laughs

Naiads of the Spring
Sweet and playful, yet so kind
Share beauty of rain

Ask in prayer and believe,
maintain the faith and
you'll recieve

There is a burden
upon everyone's shoulder
that they have to bear

Lay your head on
my silken lap

with a sprig of mint
in your loose hand

Here with me
be you with me

Let your secrets
now take wing

And perch on the
branch of my soul

For you are with
your harmless half

The love shared will
soar high and proud

The secrets given
to my body the temple

My body the haven
Your secrets the treasure

~ ⚜ ~

~ ❁ ~
To live a world of sweet little Butterfleurs
is not realism and illusion to part.
But to acknowledge a shaft of heaven's light
to let flames purify your heart.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs,
Come and whirl around me
Shimmering gale of colours
Show what happiness can be.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs,
Fluttering flowers touch the sky
How I wish I had wings
So I too could fly.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
Who embody love in a flash
On a loose hand, you fly.
In a grip, you turn to ash
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
You make me wary of what life brings
For when you glide past thorns,
I worry it'll tear your wings.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
Let me stay here
In the valley of Elysian,
where there's no cause for fear.
~ ❁ ~
To live a world of sweet little Butterfleurs
is not realism and illusion to part.
But to acknowledge a shaft of heaven's light
to let flames purify your heart
~ ❁ ~
I live in real fantasy
Where my inner child runs free
I dance, I laugh, I sing
I imagine all that can and what will ever be.

The cloud's lullaby is a lyre
echoing with sweet sadness.
The roses are embraced by a blanket
of clouds.
Of love.
Of need.
Of want.

Summer nature song
Sweet chorus and cry from far
Birds flies with freedom

Listen to nature
Under the sun-dappled trees
The world proudly sings

Imagine.
Your gift, your craft, your love,
seeping.
Your fingers become a sanguine
fountain, bubbling and oozing down the drain.
Like your dreams.
Like your craft
The shadows of fear and anxiety wrap around you.
Your paranoia hazing your vision.
Your thoughts becoming drums in your mind
and you feel numb.
Empty.
And you fall on the floor,
your gift in your hand
your fingers are extant
but they feel like nothing but phantoms.
It is then that you know the value of life.
The unpredictability is
the
Grim Reaper...

Unpredictability was nearly the
death of this author.

If you want to have your cake and
eat it too, don't be shocked
when karma bites you.

Hear the call of dreams
Mind races as I give chase
Towards my true fate

Sacrifice is a choice we make
while loss, unfortunately, is
bound by fate.

Pay homages to the ones who open
the door for you to climb and
succeed.

~
It wasn't about we
It was about you
You're angry? Don't be
I don't think of you
Just me
~

Though I am afraid
I am very excited
to start this venture

This Queen is eager
To learn all the skills she needs
to further her dreams

I will use this time
To strengthen my empire
And perfect my plans

Queen Lyn, the Dreamer
A poet, First of Her Name
believes in herself

I have to make sure
That her dynasty will thrive
and be remembered

So now she embarkes
on a proud and new journey
so please wish me luck!

^.^

Your life is a diary.
Each day is a page.
Memory is the pen.
So write your
own story.

Have you ever known a rose
to be born with soft thorns

Have you ever known a heart
to be a still sea

Have you ever known a mind to
be a mere, simple garden

~
My love of fire with warmth of bliss,
let us taste our souls with every kiss.
~

Listen as the willows weep
Silvern rain and wounds are deep
Secrets words are put to bed
Where there are many tears to shed

Dreaming in my mind
Walking under blue moonlight
on clouds of yonder

Let all the mountains
Fall on their knees as the world
is cleansed, born anew