Hope is when you realise that your poetry is your own special form of anger management mixed with anti-depressants to create a rainbow coloured mixture that tastes like nerds in chocolate.
-> This is for you LoveLoveLove01
TinyTopHat - Iindi's Valentine by ~RaynePOTM
A friend of mine.A friend of mine. by ~RaynePOTM
Sunbeams drift, swaying wind, rain or shine. Auburn curls swing between them, to make sure the brilliance doesn't blind. Cherries of pink, always for reasons beyond comprehension, fill soft, smiling cheeks. Eyes the colour of stones, not those that you crush under your feet but ones to cherish and keep safe.
Like the warm embrace, a feeling not to hurt and use. But just to remember, to scare away fear or pain. Evergreen smile.

An Ode to LightAn Ode to Light by ~RaynePOTM
How to honour the colours,
that make our world seem bright,
or to worship the textures,
that make our world seem right.
Both make the sky,
so beautiful in form,
and both make these pages look,
old and warm.
They make the darkness,
look cold and fierce,
and help the light,
to shine and pierce.
Pierce through the,
dark, dank and dreary,
and the evil of the world,
that makes these bones feel old and weary.
They add beauty and majesty,
to a mundane existence,
filled with other mortals,
moved by a shallow persistence.
They are one small glimpse
into the world above
and one small gift
on parallel with love.

Darkness TrueDarkness True by ~RaynePOTM
A world of darkness
before my eyes
covering the colours
the blue of the sky.
The green of the grass
the brown of the trees
though I can hear the waves
I'll never see the seas.
Never know the beauty
the brightness, the light
and no one I love can
understand my plight.
They hide me away
away from the world
when all I am is a
scared little girl.
A world of darkness
covers my eyes
these walls are my prison
I'll never see the sky.