Mountains of the end
Little griefs beyond this world
Dreaming of summer

Approve of a wish
Playful jest through sands of time
Shadows of fire

Army moves smoothly
Happy thoughts ere farewell voiced
Bells jingle swiftly

Gentle gardener
Heart screams when her fruits are plucked
Hope comes bolting by

Yes, you had your demons
As well as controversy
But the fact your life was taken
young, it is a tragedy
I don't know who you are
I don't know you personally
But, goodbye xxxtentacion
I pray you rest in peace

☀️


I'm always grateful for          
the light of a new day
caressing
my cheek

That's not what gets me most
    but you
                            sheathed by sheets                      
                      while by my side

  See the curtain
    of lashes    

      ╰      ╯        
     ╰  I              S  ╯    
    ╰   R                     E   ╯      


So I can
drink
the coffee
of your eyes


☀️

The light has come again
I'm a flower, not a bud
I'm fragrantly proud

Hope as been restored
Got alot of work ahead
To the Queen's Study!

As the Spring's winds make azure curtains billow,
the rose wilts.

Don't keep your eye so focused
on soaring higher and higher
that you forget the ground

Nurture the soil
See that it stays rich and hale
But most importantly,
stay close to your roots

There is still pleasure and reward
for tending to the small details

As hard as it can be,
as draining, as annoying,
In the end it will sprout and
make your garden all the
more beautiful

A cold glass in hand
So delicate on the nose
Wine of Italy

Such a rich sweet smell
Sparkling pink with berries
Of both rasp and straw

Sips from a Rose Sea
Tendrils coil down my body
Flowers bloom warmly

The rose's hope is a dewdrop
that entices and destroys

My soul is cast
eternally rose-bound

Chained to the one flower
that will ne'er wither

As I am in the world
of slumber

Awaiting to stir at the touch
of cold glass lips

The world we live in
plants seeds of
chaos.

Snowing in mountains
Howling wind answers to none
The lost ruins calls

Frozen time collapse
Sleeping child rests before Falls
Mirror lake commands

To see the unseen
Promise of first Autumn Moon
Shall show you the way

But beware, my friend
Inside the Mountain's stomach
Riches of sickness

I have yet to truly live my life.
I sit in my room, gazing at my pen, my weapon.
The bane of my existence.
My cocoon.
My choice.
As I write in my journal, I ask myself, "What do I have to sacrifice in order to move ahead?"
A dark chuckle ripples through my room and I look at my reflection.
As I am clad in a white robe, my mirror is clad in black.
Holding black.
Being black.
The only truth is the gold pen in her hand.
"Sacrifice," she murmurs in a venomously sweet voice. "All things require a sacrifice. Why should the pen be any different?"
Red lips curl up into a smile but her eyes did not. All
they did was bore.
"Perfection is not controlled. Perfection is raw. Sacrifice for your desire, or your desire will be sacrificed."

Resting redly in an ocean of shadows
is Scarborough Fair.
With sweet and cardinal scent of the roses clinging to the air.
A woman of cherries, potential untapped.
With a harsh fate upon her as well as a pact.
A child born to parents star-crossed.
A love that was denied and a high cost.
I see her there
Fair-skinned, dark-haired.
Lips of rosed sin
And slinks the world prepared.

And with this woman walks the four,
Weapons of mass destruction that
the Devil would **** for.
The sass of Parsley
The wisdom of Sage
The touch of Rosemary
The passage of Thyme

The surf gently strokes the shore
The sands reveal loving notes of
the sea's heart and soul
Shells that hold secrets and
songs of all wonders and
terrors that lay below
They glisten upon the golden
sands as a mere human like
me walks
How it soothes the soul.
I pick up the shells from
the sea's edge
They drink the sun's light on
my palm, so strange and beautiful
But nothing compared to when I
place the love's note to my ear
and hear the murmurs and
laughter of all it's creatures
How the sea's love notes
picks me off my feet
Drifting on the tide
of star-seed
dreams

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...

-
Everyone is a unique seed
with a potential to bloom
into something beautiful
Nurture yourself as pure
and consistent as love itself
Fear no drought
For you are not destined
to wilt before your time
You will have all you need
to get to the stage of flowering
All your God given talents,
known and hidden,
discover, refine, hone
Bloom...
-

-
The quill...
My weapon of choice,
my inner seed that gives
life to my inner fire,
all of my turmoils
is also, at times,
the root of my
misery.
-

Feeling so relaxed
I feel cleansed by my sad past
Flowers waved relieved

On my chest are seeds
From it, thorns of hatred grow
and they plague my soul

But now I do see
That I really must let go
of all my grudges

It is a poison
That I've been feeding my soul
And it's not worth it

I will now forgive
make peace and try to move on
the best that I can

I'll let my body
be a clean positive seed
from which light will sprout

She of moonfire
Entranced by her sleeping prince
Hands on heart, serene

Those who serve halos
under the false light won't bring
Age of quintessence

Those who tread the path
under the true light know that
love destroys the dark

Watch as she holds her gold needle
in the half-light
attaching a soul to the blossom's shell
and ensure that their dreams
and their lives don't fade
So their tongues and music
will last forever


Watch as she pulls her golden thread
The petals curl, revealing the beauty of
flush-kissed shoulders within
Sweetened with the fragrance of love
and care
Painted with colours that give our
senses love and rest

Watch as she pokes at the roses
and their thorns sprout
A rose extends their blades
to shield their beauty

Watch as she cuts her gold thread
and it whips around in the wind
As the earth erupts in joyous laughter
far and wide,
flowers adorns all that it touches
From the babbling brooks to fields,
From our parks to the mountain tops

How the Golden Thread can be sewn
and sprout the soul of music,
fragrance and purity.

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Dappled light forms such wonders
in the shade of hyacinth.

Give                                              
life  and                                              
truth to words                                              
Let   your    poems                                                
roam                                              
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               write  these
                 poems          to    
                    to    touch   the  hearts    
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                                               Lanterns
                                                 are  meant  to
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are  meant to            
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will always share                              
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K
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          are sharp
             in birth but
               blunt against
                   words. Though
                 I have become
                  used to pulling
                   knives from my
                   back, the words
                  that are said are
                    dropping pebble
                       in a still pond, rip-
                      pling through my
                      soul till the end of
                       days. Wounds heal,
                       right? The pain still
                        feels too fresh. And
                        do scars fade? How
                                          many do I have? Oh                  
                          well. I guess, no, I am
                           grateful, to be honest.
                             For every knife, I've cut
                             the cords of things unn-
                                ecessary. But the demons
                                     plague. My face is but stone.
                   My tears are void.
                   My heart is black.
                 The bare slashes
                  on me, I can deal
                  with. I can cope.
                 I can cope well.
                  I can cope. I can
                   cope. I can cope.
                     I-I-I just wish for
                  one thing. I just
                 wish that I was
                  easy to fix. I wi-
                  sh it was easy to
               breathe. Am I
              dying? Here?
            Alone? Yes...I
               am, aren't I? Fr-
                om my first bre-
               ath, I slowly be-
       gan to die.

~ ♡ ~

A
dark day
has befallen the
Court of Hello Poetry
How it saddens me to see
the good Queens and Kings
to suffer at the hands of jealous
enemies who seek to destroy others
and their Kingdoms. Though she was
exquisitely dressed, she had a humble
heart; many had a good word about her,
though I did not get to meet her, though I
did not see her,     I could see the light she
had shine in the hearts of others.        She
had a wonderful smile       but invaders;
false Kings and Queens        spewed
nothing but abuse,               and it
made      her      surrender
her crown

~ ♡ ~

I
could only
watch as she
grabbed the ends of
her silk skirts and run out
of the bustling halls, tears down
her soft face.     I could not reach
her but at the dawn,        from the
balcony,          I saw the ship sail
away,         towards the sunset
into the unknown.      How
my heart is so
heavy

~ ♡ ~

To
see a
true artist,
a true queen
leave forever. At
seeing her tears, her
crying soul staining the
floral marble floors, and the
invaders   feeling   satisfied   at
her    pain   and her 'destruction'
Those   who   dare   to  denounce
are   never  Kings  or   Queens.
To be so jealous, so insecure
and think you led her to
her 'destruction'

~ ♡ ~

I
will say
this - you may
have won the battle
but  you will NEVER
win the war. Because the
true   Kings and Queens will
band   together,  we  will  stand
together    to protect our haven  for
we see, we know who the true artists
are.  I will continue to shed tears of pain
and   sorrow for the loss of this artist,  but
I will always hope that when the sun rises
she   will return to us once more. She  will
never leave our minds, she has touched
so many hearts. Her legacy, her reign,
her   kingdom will always    stand
eternal, will stand immortal
now and always.

~ ♡ ~

The sheer beauty of you will
had made the Earth tremble
And managed to bring unity
to a divided race of
sentients

Behind you, the sheep would never stray
we would follow, conscious that we may
never return

The battles were long,
the battles were hard
And to you, a debt we can never to pay
back

For what you stood for was true unity
For every race that thrives in this world
and beyond

Within your sight, you would make it all right
You came, you strived, you conquered and you
died

Which I still can't believe...
Which I still can't accept...

Shepard

With everything that the perils dealt,
I never truly sat down and told you
how I felt

You brought me the light
You brought me the rain
You brought me the hummingbirds
And now you brought me pain as
a causality

But I know that your sacrifice will never
be in vain, as now we are strengthen by
that chain of unity, of the power in being
different and proud

We're equals who stand strong on the
same ground

Shepard

I can't tell you how much I miss you
How much I want to see your face,
and your heart and your smile
And I dream of us together
when we shared that last night
Even though I knew it was a final,
final goodbye

Shepard

Thinking of all the times we had, I didn't know
what to do, and then I realised how I was lost
without you

By your side, I could take on every world
and beyond. It's still so hard to accept that
you're truly gone
a light that we need
a beacon of hope

I know you want me to live,
and it's hard to cope

Shepard

I regret not saying this to you more
As I think of the times we had before
I will always remember you
I will always love you
No one can ever deny you your dues,
your service, your strength has made
you a monolith
I will carry on your legacy forthwith

...Goodbye...

Mountain stands truthful
Hold my breath at the sunrise
Fly, my cloud dragons

By the window sill
The sun sets, seems lost in time
Struggles of wonder

Fortunate moments
Loudest words are hope and fear
Leaves blown in the light

Pain flows close to heart
Happy thoughts now that you're gone
Whispers of the past

I just overheard
Koi fish do not have *******
In my sister's mind

Sun shines on futures
Sleeping girl thinks of the past
Ending on sunset

Leaves gliding gracious
Ecstasy to ride the wind
Chasing another

  I watch you from afar
my greatest love in argent-kissed armour
He who dreamed of being greater than
a mere fighter, stronger that a solider,
wiser than the Kings who pass and come
He who is born with an angel's allure,
he who unites all from all walks of life
I feel your vesper gaze upon me,
ambitious, charming, wise and poignant
With a charisma, a light that outshines the
very sun, a heart warmer than gold
and softer than cotton.
I pray you will succeed
That you will find your way
For no matter how far you wonder,
and how I think of you in yonder
I know in my heart,
You will return to me once more...  

A child that runs free
With skinned knees and no worries
How I miss those days

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

The spell of worlds will flow right through
And wrap its arms around you.
In Fate's hand, the brush of night
that's drawn to the light.
Sing with me a song of blood, warmth and mist.
Here I float and I rise for a kiss.
Dawn cracks and dusk falls, as I talk to my soul.
Lost in thoughts all alone.

Hold up the quill, turn black to blue
with words of the consummate truth
And from a hand of love and strife
Tapestries come to life
Sing with me a song with depth, soul and heart.
In this world, light and dark don't depart.
Tides of setting suns, merge with the rising dawn.
Lost in thoughts all alone

Embrace the beams of the calming noon.
Just let the light caress you.
Within us all, a treasury
of gilt memories.
Sing with me a song of vibrating gold
Flowers bloom in the shade untold
Spread my fragile wings, the wind that I rode.
Lost in thoughts all alone.

Flame tongues ravages wood,
licking till its black splints
A mug of cocoa caresses my palms
and my lap became a coaster
Every sip leaves me feeling toasty
My forehead rests upon the glass
console by Frost's lips

Jack's designs were of floral mandalas
Soft as clouds, gentle flakes
Each made with love for no design ever the same
I admire as they rain,
I imagine that they whisper secrets as they fall
Giggling so softly yet as pure as a baby's laugh
Coating all that is viridian in a shawl of white

Untouched
Unmarred
Cool yet so crisp
Beckoning for all to come out in a rush
For snowmen to be built, for snowballs to take flight
We would never feel your cold touch because
the warmth you give keeps us as one

Seeping down to our laughs,
You keep us close to our inner child
Nostalgia rests upon my lips
And greater still
Are these tender moments of unity
Upon my window sill

Blue skies kissed with pink
The cat stalks over to me
Hear the seagull's cry

Wisps of clouds drift by
The cat's fur strokes my bare legs
Now crouched, I stroke him

His purrs are so sweet
His green eyes shine so content
And he sits by me

I hear all the cries
Startled, he runs away scared
Mum says, "England lost."

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

Beauty in the rain
Tender hug bathes me in light
Thunder beats the sky

The lyre of love sings
The flutes of God inspires
The angels of silvern wings
Spindle of dread's pyre

You wear the crown, my sweet
Let stars light up your dreams
Speak true, my parakeet
Spread your wings and soar and
gleam

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

i pick, wash, slice
the orange and
    lift a slice towards
my
                         lips

chewing on the
flesh that is sweet
with great ambition
and pulp, taking
my mind to
hot summer
                            days

then my teeth
sinks into the
harsh reality
that inhabits
the
                    rind

                                      ­         fibrous strands hang in my teeth-
         so annoying-      
so frustrating-
so bitter-                  

slipping  down to my innards
down              
down                  
  down                          
    
                                             my fingers are                    together
                                 ­                         sticking    
                           ­                                 

          
but i won't be
disheartened
for i hold the
slice and squeeze
              and
      after
a      
time              
my tongue is        
kissed by

                           the last                of juice
                            drops
                         ­     the best                 of juice

the                of knowledge that I ingest with
drops                                                      
                                                                                           age