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She's too passionate
and oversensitive
for this messy world -
She doesn't fit-in,
so she tries to stay out.

It's a constant
tug-of-war battle
between her fragile heart
and her delicate mind.
She can't help but feel too much -
peace of mind
is all that she ponders about.

She is gentle,
empathetic and intelligent,
but vulnerable -
she was born this way,

She has relived
this same hopeless feeling
every single blessed day.

She is an overthinker -
always reflecting,
always pensive...

Full of genuine love,
whilst drained by such pain;
she is beautifully oversensitive.

She's always lonely
amongst a crowd,

whilst completely lost
deep inside the belly
of the same-old dark cloud.

She's a beautiful, beautiful mess...

She gives her entirety--nothing less!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
 Nov 2016 Bhakti Lata
The Dedpoet
All the silence does not mean
You are alone,
It is the world waiting for you
To listen;
And in the darkness you are
Found by the light
Of your hope.

And in the tears of your
Pain you are born,
There you become stronger
And it creates order.

Pick up your flesh as your spirit
Lifts,
And speak your happiness
As if the tip of your tongue
Was the mountain's peak
Speaking at the sky,
The burden is a caged bird
And only the conscious can set
It free.
And sing to yourself so that
You know you are never alone
In your body.

Know that your crazy is beautiful
Because it makes you YOU,
Wear your skin like
Your cozy blanket and cuddle
In the warmth of yourself.
     You are not broken,
But scattered like the night
With pieces like stars shining,
    Open your pain and yourself
To the wound of the world and heal
Whatever you choose.
A child in need
Some peace we plead
A hope for a better future
Together we cry
And all die inside
Then trust it'll end with your call
 Nov 2016 Bhakti Lata
Liam Haldek
What sad times we live in!

We used to watch a man fall,
and think "I hope he's okay."

Nowadays? We just say:

"****! That would have been
a great YouTube video."
Not much of a poem, I know. Its just a sad observation of reality.
 Nov 2016 Bhakti Lata
Liam Haldek
Silence is golden?
I think not.
For in silence we do
what we cannot amidst chaos.

We think
and remember
and realize
and regret
and repent
and rebuke
and wish
and desire
and dream
and hope
and accept
and deny
and resolve
and forget
and waddle

until
we are summoned
back to our lives
of thoughtless servitude.
 Nov 2016 Bhakti Lata
Doug Potter
If things worked out I might have
stood on an Olympic podium
holding a gold medal or

awarded a ten thousand dollar
check and a mahogany framed
certificate for winning

a Pulitzer Prize; instead, on good
days I run down alleys looking
for **** spots and comb

streets for drunks and lame
people who make for
interesting pictures.
The Moon shines,
and it glows,
a loving light of warmth
through the darkness,
no matter how dark it may be,

just like
a pure soul
that glows as it shares
its inner beauty - its radiance
shines so brightly,
casting a shadow of security,
like that of the moonlight,
for all to embrace,
to feel,
and to see.

By Lady R.F ©2016
I do not need,
nor do I ever want
anyone to quiet or silence my mind...

I want to paint a picture
with every colour
that is alive,
that is screaming out loud,
that is dying to come out proud,
whilst it resides inside me.

The only way
that I can possibly do this articulately
is by speaking the only fluent language
that I know - the language of Poetry.

~ I only speak Poetry.

By Lady R.F ©2016
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