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

'How humid the air is,' she murmurs
with her eyes closed. With her fair back
resting her bare back on a tree of eld,
she listens to the sounds of nature
The winds blowing
The flapping wings of geese
The songs of the birds around
The sound of falling leaves
Exhaling through her nose, she opens
her wet russet eyes, soaking in the
myriad of tumbling leaves from
orange to brown. She rises to her
feet, the sunlight kisses her straight
fiery hair. With each step she takes,
the wind blows and the branches
quivers.
'Winter's howling call,' she chuckles
weakly as she walked down the cold
pathway. Acorns fall in front of her
which she picks up. Seeing the squirrels
scrabbling around, she opens her palm,
'Here,' she strokes the squirrel's tail as
it takes the nuts and scurries away.
Here, in the heart of the forest,
the leaves fall golden as she sits
next to a pumpkin patch, each ripening
with their mistress near.
'The days grow short, the nights grow long,'
she places a hand on a pumpkin, 'I hear
your call, Sister.'
The cold winds twirl around in response
Let all prepare for the harvest is fruitful,
and the wolves will howl for the Frost
comes...

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ '✿⊱╮
Golden, flaky, and so crisp
Layers of flavour
Lemon, honey, cinnamon,
tangy syrup drips
chopped walnuts, almonds,
whipped cream crown
Fork!
╰⊰✿⊱╮

Bathing in the sun
Body has a tearful glow
The duties of a Queen

Vibrancy seemingly drains before our eyes as we age
as beating hearts become things so gaudy
It never fails to break me though,
for people to be seen as a mere colour,
and not someone like me


#EmbraceB.B.C

Be moved, be touched, be enamoured
by words that have to power to calm
your storms, hear the noise, and
speak the truth

What makes a monster and what makes a man...?
Well, it's our potential
For both great good and
great evil.
No man is a paragon in this world.
For we are all flawed
by nature.
Face the truth, there is a beast
in every man.
While many try to hide it,
There are those who unleash it.

-
The music of my life,
harmony and discord,
differs from yours

I dance, solely and
purely, to the beat
of mine own drum
-

Beauty isn't in the breast implants
Beauty isn't in the pouty lips
Beauty isn't in the **** implants
Beauty isn't in the skin bleaching
Beauty isn't in the small waistline
Beauty isn't in the tight clothing
Beauty shouldn't be paid for just to be
looked at.
Just to have millions of followers on
social media
Just to be accepted.

And yet, we praise it.
We praise what is artificial over what's real.
We praise those willing to expose themselves
Yet you call them *****, and slams the opposite
for being *****.

You feel entitled to see a woman's exaggerated
body
That contributes to their deaths
That contributes to the deep need that they ask themselves

      "Am I beautiful now?"

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ '✿⊱╮
The          leading          *****-hand        patisserie
n­ow  walks  to  the  sink, warm  water wets
their    hands.   After  pouring  soap,  he
rubs   the   front,  back,  interlocked
fingers, then  thumbs, entwined
fingers         and         lastly
the       nails      before
the    full    rinse;
hands now
clean
╰⊰✿⊱╮

Wedding bells in mind
Play the harp with all her heart
Answering fortune

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ '✿⊱╮      
Flaky sheets of puff pastry
glazed and golden brown
Fresh vanilla cream kisses
Topped with sliced berries
Sift icing sugar
Sprig of mint
Done!
╰⊰✿⊱╮

Just because they

LOOK better doesn't mean they

ARE better.

They've only donned their

armour to hide their

demons BETTER.

I'm                      
human                      
and that is                      
where my beauty                    
lies                      
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Lost in a daydream
Let my griefs fall with cold days
Flightless bird in snow

~
Feet swollen, short of breath
a blossoming career with make
its due through my blood,
sweat and tears. As I continue
to spill my ink on my page in the
public and private eye...
~

Blade of Heaven's rain
Misfortune has left its mark
Dew sings songs of grief

Wrapped in a warm
blanket of vanilla
and lavender
stardust

As this tremendous day comes to an end,
I cannot help but feel the buzz course through
me.
Fear had wrapped itself around my heart,
that itched with panic.
Now, it's warm and now, I feel so happy!
A high I haven't felt in years!
The lily in my hair truly was a light in my
darkness.
God had answered my prayers.
And to those who wished me well,
you have my gratitude.

~ ♡ ~
God has blessed many with
the gift of sight in this
path we call life,
a gift that we
take for
granted

~ ♡ ~
Along the way, I've been
blessed to meet the
special few who
truly have
vision

~ ♡ ~
I did not have the pleasure
to meet her in person
But I can feel her
gaze in all that
she's written

~ ♡ ~
There never goes a day
when her page
is unwritten

~ ♡ ~
As she waves her hand
and thoughtfully
sews her
words

~ ♡ ~
For I feel that she adds
a piece of her
golden
soul

~ ♡ ~
There is a kindness in her
that all can detect,
a trait that this
world sorely
lacks


~ ♡ ~
And for that, she will always
have my respect

~ ♡ ~
This one for you, Kim.
I thank you for sharing your pages,
yours dreams
and your dreams within your dreams

Blessings in winter
Rain of spring leaves
Drift home once more
Hearth captures all hearts
with love as a cloak
And we bond
forevermore

It's funny what people are willing to ignore
when you have notoriety, wealth
and power under
your belt.

~
The bluebird ***** a beat
to the ripples of a lone pool
as she wonders why she cares so much
about something that she never
knew?
~

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    Sailing    upon   a  longboat  of dreams that   will  
                      bring   me    close   to  my  destination  to  a                    
                      auth­or, a poet that will touch and                      
        ◦°˚                inspire a generation                    ˚°◦

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...

Sing a song of praise
Soulmates entangle their souls
Sealed with a sweet kiss

The corrupted world
Tries to tear loving kismets
But theirs is golden

They buried on my dreams
But from the sands of your bones
They will rise again

Love and war's eternal kismet
are forever bound
They are hand
in hand

As I arabesque in the dark,
the hands of time slip on by.
Chained by inability to feel
anything apart from duty.

Clutching me,
heart and soul,
body and mind,
the tendrils of melancholy
embraces me as I leap through the air
with broken wings; the moon dims
but I see the waving of golden
threads in the air.

Am I nothing but
a gilded-caged nightingale?
Bound to be a drifting leaf?
Where my trills are soft and sweet
but no one hears nor sees me?

A dying lilt, and a frail enchantment.

Drizzled honey on cornbread,
Darjeeling tea, open journal
and Yanni

Lovers rise to the sweet sweet smell
that rises with the breeze of dawn

Take my wonder to yonder where the
moons are full and the stars are warm

Where our hearts are touched and sing
in sync, in the Fields where our souls
were held before

Make your heart my crown, and let us plan
our years in the arms of Spring, our kisses in
the light of Summer, and every
loving day in

the palms of dawn

The quill is the tongue of my very soul;
         dipped into the ink made of my tears.
           It matters not if my words are thorn to many;
                              This Queen will speak and touch those                    
                                       ­                      special few.

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮
Flaky caramel-brown crust
of a shiny sheen
Base of dark chewy chocolate
moist and fudgy, scoop
vanilla ice-cream
each bite pure
Yes!
╰⊰✿⊱╮

Open your kind hands to reveal the seeds.
Let flowers be sunshine for the
human soul.

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

This poem marks my wishes that
I want in this New Year.
2017 is now a closed chapter,
and I hope to leave all the misfortune behind.
So I pray

That this year, I will be blessed with happiness
and stability for everyone; my three families.
My friends, my blood, and HelloPoetry...

This year, I will be able to hone my craft
and have to confidence to go
after my dreams.

And finally,
I pray that my mother remains in good health.
Let me not worry about her all the time.

2017 has been a year of heavy burdens.
Where I felt like I couldn't handle anything.
I know there is no end to our burdens, so
I ask for you to broaden my shoulders
So I can bear the burdens
and grasp my blessings.

I rest but don't sleep.
I eat but don't taste.
I hear but not listen.
I linger but not dream.
I rise but don't wake.
I look but don't see.
I touch but don't feel.

~ ❁ ~
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.

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