My Poetry brings all the readers to my ink  
and there like
mines better than yours,
linguistically its better than yours.
I can verse for you?
but there is a charge.

I know you want it,
the syllables conjoined, making them read mine not yours.
Their lost in my metaphor,
ways I lock them within my harmonious chorus.


words are like milkshake
different tastes imbued within

aromas differ


My Poetry brings all the thoughts to my page, 
and there like,
mines better than yours.
Structurally its better than yours,
I can word for you?
but there is a charge.

I know you want it,
the morphology, making them read mine not your.
Their lost within my visual acuity,
ways I lock them within my syllable verse.

aromas differ
different tastes imbued within

words are like milkshake

Welcome to my ink-shake,
its like a taste that others will like,
woven in thought.
But my ink maybe not to your liking,
my tastes differing from yours.
But enjoy what I pen hopefully I'll enjoy yours

star lovers unite
july 7th; amidst the stars
their kiss, forever

I'm going to try
taking only
one breath at a time,

I'm going to try
taking only
one day at a time.

I'm going to try
to override my anxious heart
and my chaotic mind,

I'm going to try
to be stronger,
and I am going to pray harder
for some relief;
this is what I hope to find!

By Lady R.F ©2017

Place your ear onto this page -
Can you hear my heavy heart
Inadequately beating?

Fix your eyes onto my words -
Can you see my tired soul
Slowly fleeting?

Painfully,
It is fading away,
Like a ship
Heading out to sea,

The farther away
That it goes,
You see less, and less,
Of me.

Place your heart
Where mine once was,
Can you feel the extreme warmth
It always generated?

Close your eyes,
Think back, not, too, far -
Do you remember the precise moment,
That my spirit, from my body,  
Separated?

By Lady R.F ©2016