Moon shines with wisdom
Happy thoughts within this mind
The stars, my lanterns

First assignment done
Feeling relieved and weary
Also really sore

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

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You claim to see true but yet you fail
to understand a key factor of sight:
The perception of one's self is
different from reality
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Keep your eyes open
For every truth that you find
There is another

The darkest prison
Shackles you to the worst fear
How people see you

So you do it all
You try to please everyone
At the cost of one

Finding happiness
You lose yourself in that fear
In prison's shadows

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Talk and I'll forget
Show and I'll recall
Include and I'll grasp
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My love of fire with warmth of bliss,
let us taste our souls with every kiss.
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Tedious autumn
A weary tiger sleeps on
by the golden pond

Luck floats on her palm
Her rudder turns the blessed tide
Fortune favours bold

The magic of madness has been cast.
I'm being pulled apart by the seams,
stumbling upon the unfound door
of my flaming Wonderland.

Feeling overwhelmed
A wave of nausea grows
My mind now pulses

Heaven, Hell and Earth
Rise or fall, rebirth
High, low or deep
Joy, sorrow and grief

I can't cope when my
page stares at me
White, soft and gentle
Empty, dull, lifeless
And the burden to fill it
becomes so heavy
My quill in the inkpot
Pen and pencils, unused
And I feel so flustered
when I am unable to
tell my truth

Words I think wither
Creative juices dry
My mind becomes a
disastrous chorus line
And I feel so trapped,
unable to talk with
my pen

I'm taken back to the
days where my soul
was heavy with pain
That pain was soothed
when I stained my page
with words because now
I had a medium and I
could go forth, confident
and free

When I stare at the canvas
I remember that little girl
who found a way to be
seen and still be unseen
That's the feeling I have,
was born with, that gives
me so much comfort
I can protect myself and
guard myself from how
the world wants girls to
be seen and how I don't
fit the mold

I find I feel more at peace
to be part of that world
that draws it breath
from the words
on my tongue
drawn onto the
canvas by my
right hand

But the words, I find hard
to pour on the page in new
verses. The page that is
empty and free, is
somehow grinning
at my misery

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

Cosmos on her palms
Fates long written in the stars
Though far, she is near

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Virtue restores,
vices destroys
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Vain in their minds
Hearts filled with lust for darkness
Not all tongues are wise

Temples not sacred
Turn the sweet into sour
Numb, enslaved to vice

Days of vespertine
Where stars bathe within valleys
Before they shine bright

It's so crippling to view your
own value that is echoed
by what one or ones perceive
of you, the same one or
ones who don't see any
value in those around them

Moon mantled in clouds
From it falls tears of Heaven
Lotus kissed with dew

Barefooted, she walks
A lithesome body in white
Rose cheeked, tear-brimmed eyes

Her skirts made of mist
as she twirls and piroettes
and reaches for you

Her sleeves are water
They wave high, above her head
Drops become crystals

As she shines so bright
Crowned with cassia-blossoms
on her silk black hair

But why does she cry?
She hears the music of life
and yearns for the flame

The flick of her wrist
The lake murmurs its sad song
And she's reminded

As the petals rain
In hemp or rich brocade
We are like vapors

Hold dear to your heart the Vespertine Star.
From my Kingdom of Dreams, I know where you are.
Down below where love's fickle as well as dishonest.
I hold dear the star as well as our promise.

For under the moon, you rest under a blanket.
And with soul-warming moonlight brings you here tranquil.
In a meadow of summer, we no longer repress
the love that we have. We're free to express!

For it was under the Vespertine Star that we both swore
That our souls will meet nightly in the moonlight's lore...

Let thine voice be a sweet
tremble upon mine ear

She walks in the shade of the night,
the archways entwined with vines;
green and black. Her feet gently slaps
the cobblestones, ice cold beneath her soles.

Her mind wanders as she stares at the
moon before falling upon the calm
azure seat. Boats wade out in the water,
perhaps the people on-board are ride into
a new world.

How the winds howl.
How the birds coo.
How the stars shines.
How her dreams cry.

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Crisp on the outside
Soft, fluffy inside
Vanilla blooms on my tongue
Maple syrup drips
Strawberries, whipped cream
Dust sugar
Stack!
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Bird flies over trees
Wait for me around my mind
Dreams rise without fear

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...

I have lost count of how many times
                        that I have felt so alone

Being on the Earth and walking through
                             its diverse marketplace

And yet, I find me with a different face
                               in another life walk

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.

Mind now at the brink
I try to talk and explain
Reasons go unheard

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

Snow cloaks all around
Sweet delights of hot cocoa
I'm feeling so warm

Fires glow lively
Holding breath of loving thoughts
Heart burning with hope

In your sweet embrace
Warming up of memories
No more tears to shed

Be wary of wolfish sheep
They may wander towards
you

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.

People spend money like water.
Especially the wealthy. As water flows downstream,
more comes in.
But for the poor, they live in a constant drought.
The sun is harsh for them so they labor hard to get by.
Until more gates open for the wealthy, they will
never know the value of a single drop...

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