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 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
Heart aching...
Mind blocking...

Am I a dead flower?
That was thrown in a large river
That no one can see my petal
Because I'm not a sentimental?

Living in a world full of masks
Just to present themselves that they don't lack
Dressing themselves in beautification
Just to hide the hideous portion
Painting themselves like a masterpiece
Just to block the flowing crisis
And putting so much perfume
Just to smell that they always bloom.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
What have I done to bleed?
To be deprived of happiness and tranquility?
To an endless cycle of discord who will impede?
For as the days pass I grow tired of serendipity.

A shattered armor and a punctured heart
What reason is there for me to stand?
Will the time ever come that I will appreciate art?
For color to this barren land I can never demand.

As my scarlet blood is illuminated by the moon afar
Tears floweth from my eyes till there is no more.
Then I saw a beauty with her chariot of stars,
A bringer of sanguiness that brought life to my core.

O! eyes of crystalline gem
You have captivated me.
Hair of golden grapevine stem,
That flows with the zephyr’s glee.

You are the symbol of grandiose beauty.
Save me from this cavern that blinded me.
Let your radiant glow illuminate this face of me.
Hear my cries, hear my calls of misery
Save me, O goddess, and let me be.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
Have you ever lost while wondering?
Ideas occurring
Imagination keeps flowing
And little did you know, you're losing.
Triggered anxiety
Wandered in mediocrity.

I wondered.
Am I the only one who see shadows in the darkness?
Am I the only one who see stars in daylight?
Am I the only one who smell lavenders in a trash?
Am I the only one who feel touches in a bunch of hands?
And am I the only one who see the lies behind the truth?

If so, It might be a nightmare
That no one else dare to wake in a room full of care
Because they were deceived
And makes them believed
By their minds full pests
Living in their brain like a bird's nest.
That they were neat
In a trash full of rotten meat.

Truth lies on you
You just have to be true
Because even reality
Can cause anxiety.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
Ignored
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
The night I waited for your answer,
But seems your mind is in nowhere.
The moment I longed for your responses,
But you ignored it like a running off ball bounces.

Tears flowed in ounce,
Pain like a boxer punches.
Should I wait knowing what would happen?
Or should be hopeless like a crying maiden?
Maybe for you I don't have value,
But forever, I will cherish precious moments I spent that time with you.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
Fly
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
Fly
Do you ever wish that you could fly?
Where would you ever go and why?
To the countryside where the flowers bloom,
Or to the rainy plains where the sky is gloom?
Would you pick some flowers and lie on the grass,
Or sip some coffee while leaning on window glass?
Maybe fly to a place, far and high
Where the stars shine bright and the sky is nigh.
Maybe fly to a place where the grass is lush,
Where the horses are free to roam and dash.
Where is it that you truly desire to go?
Where your heart will be free only you can really know.
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Where would you ever go if you could fly?
Who would you take with you, where and why?
Z
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Merida
I want you to express all things,
That always produces sound like a bell rings.
I want you to make an emblem,
And that is to write me a poem.

Write me a poem
About how you met me sudden
How your smile left me hangin'
Like I'm in a garden
Stunned with butterflies flyin'

Write me a poem
How we fought at 2 am
Leaving the house in burden
Like crying for a lost gem
Wishing that never happened.

Write me a poem
How you tried to make me smile
Just to forgive your crying eyes
Even if your effort takes a mile
You never said goodbye.

I want to hear your voice
That always produces melody
Even if to others it's a noise,
But for me it's an exquisite harmony.

Think of me
Like a precious gem,
And you'll see,
You can write me a poem.
I wish someone would write me a poem.
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Secret Garden
When you feel that burn way deep in your chest; the one that forbids you from getting any rest.

When you feel that sting all around your eyes, the one that tells you, you need to cry.

When you feel that ache of being used, and you don’t know what you did, or what to do.

When you feel that panic of not knowing a thing, and he doesn’t care, and yes it stings.

When you feel that sadness of being stomped and crushed, and its getting hard to keep holding up.

When you feel the need to lock the door and find your glass and count to four.

When you feel the urge to break your skin and watch it bleed cause you’re hurting within.

When you lay in bed in the middle of the night, and you know what’s wrong, but not what’s right.

When you miss him so much, and its killing you slow, cause to him you are nothing,

and that much,

you know.
I'm too fixated in each moment -
Each moment feels so intense,

I'm lost
On the dark side of the moon,
And nothing here has any warmth,
Worth or substance ~
Nothing here makes any sense.

Even my own shadow has left me.
The Monsters, still lurking
In the darkness,
Have stolen all of my hopes
And dreams away,

I can hear the wolves,
They are hauntingly howling -
There's nowhere safe that I can run to,
On this, here, dark, dreary day.

There will be no stars
To light up the pitch-black night-skies,
They have already fallen,
Just like the Angels
That I once loved and knew,

Everything that I once held onto
As sacred, has been molested -
I've been abandoned, once again;
Hell, again, I am being forced
To walk through.

Alone, I was born and raised,
Only my pain has been consistent-
It has held my hand
Throughout my entire life.

At some point, somehow,
I stupidly gave birth
To expectations,
Luckily, I woke up
And divorced reality,
Hence becoming solitude's
Dedicated and loving wife.

On the dark side of the moon
Compassion, loyalty and trust
Are nonexistent.
Evil dwells in almost every man
And woman,

Each with his or her own agenda,
Each with his or her own selfish plan.

Saviors do not exist,
Superheroes all wear masks,

Unconditional love is but an illusion,
Here, I revert to relying solely
On the harshness of reality,
For, the truth, it always exposes
And unmasks.

The dark side of the moon
Is a very lonely, isolating place,
In which to dwell,

There is no sunshine,
No stars or Angels -
The only light visible
Comes from the flames
Of the evildoers'
Raging fiery hell!

Placed here against my will,
No lush green valley in sight,

Taken away
From the divinity of nature,
I was cruelly robbed
Of my radiant life-giving daylight.

Doomed for being too real,
Too open and too honest,
Doomed for loving too much.

Doomed for believing in superheroes,
Doomed for allowing a human
To become my crutch.

Doomed for being too empathetic,
Doomed for being too sincere.

Doomed for being too kind
And too generous,
I'm doomed, abandoned here.

I blame only myself
For allowing my intuitive awareness
And intelligence to fade away
Like the stars that once adorned
Every exquisite night-sky,

I blame only myself
For not using the blessed insight
Of my third eye.

I'm too fixated in each moment,
Each moment feels so intense,

I'm too passionate about life
To give up and remain imprisoned
On the dark side of the moon...
But I'm too emotionally weak
And disappointed to jump the fence.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Atta
I lost a soul
Beautiful soul
In a blue dawn
I lost you

I lost my love
Now I have to live
My life without
You
I lost my cat, 14-9-14
 Jan 2018 Hanafuda
Katlyn Orthman
Immortality lies in the soul
My body may age
I will grow wise with time
But my soul will still burn with youth
Until death do us part
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