Tiny fragments
of me
now exist
within you,

They reside
in your memories;
we've made
more than a few.


Tiny fragments
of you
now exist
within me,

They remain
in my heart
indefinitely;
in my soul infinitely.

By Lady R.F ©2016

We are being held hostage
by our fears,

We are fighting so hard
not to unleash our tears.

We are sinking
into the ground,
as we walk into the bellies
of many a horrific
and catastrophic storm,

We are trying
to hold our hearts together
because they are in pieces -
they were heartlessly broken to bits
and torn.

We are lost in a maze,
and we are completely out of breath,

We are staring into a ******* hole -
our pending final resting place,
upon our lonely death.

We are spinning out of control,
We are scared of falling
into the dark void - that intimidating
black hole.

We are all alone in a world
that is unfamiliar to our minds,
and to our shattered souls,
in every way,

We are in survival-mode
every single mentally overwhelming,
challenging, but blessed, new day.

By Lady R.F ©2017

Did you notice?
That sensual touches differ?
There are some people you just don't get over
No matter how much you try.

That even while making love with someone else,
All you have in your head
Is their passionate memories and images.
Worry not!
You aren't crazy.

It only means two things
Either only he/she understood your body better
Or you still just love them
Despite their flaws.

What passes as chaos from dawn till dusk,
Alters into the most fascinating aray of lights at night.
An abundance of lit buildings showcasing a skyline of a once town now a luminescent anomaly.
A neon horizon upon a city of life,
Movement, that never sleeps*

Amanda. F (c) 2017

She paints her world
According to her pure intention.
Pure in her own figure,
Not in someone else's.
She doesn't speak,
Of words in complex.
Her mouth but translates
Her minds complexity into simplicity.
She doesn't need to speak but rare.
You've read her words,
You've witnessed the paradox
Of her pen-to-paper.
You understand her terminology
Of no bad cause.
She wordlessly preaches her rootless existence
Through the essence of her eyes,
As she hides behind the smoke of her cigarette
Extraordinary, in disguise

Amanda. F (c) 2017