i am queer not lost, i am feminine not effeminate, i am proud not scared, i am not a disorder, i am not an anomaly, i was always this, i was always me, i was always different. i was not allowed to be me, but now that i know, i say with #pride
earth is a little girl she wears blooming plants in her hair and laughs beneath the lilac skies she talks about a long life and sheds raindrops whenever sky changes its colours she chases tiny birds and smiles at the flossy clouds her tiny eyes of scenic skies do not know spring lives a short life
earth is a young woman her brooks flow to the majestic oceans she now creates rainbows whenever sky changes its hues she reproduces and let's all her flowers dance to her merry songs she holds her arms strong and stiff so the birds know their way home her fertile body nourishes all the life forms she bears
earth spots her first faded leaf and grows weaker with every day her trees shed all their leaves and her life becomes a little slow she now plays melancholic tunes of goodbyes and forgetfulness her brooks loose all the butterflies and a pale colour spreads everywhere her surface now has cracks which know the history of a wild life she lived earth becomes a different kind of terrific beauty
earth loses all her strength and all her rivers run dry her eyes now reflect a dark sky and she cries in silence her flowers remain concealed and the moon no longer smiles at her now there are no songs in the voice of azure just a haunting tune of reminiscence and memories of a picturesque spring with every day that passes earth loses her breaths and the sky finally wraps her in the white shroud adorned by snowflakes all the birds whisper their eulogies and a soft song of serene zephyr celebrates her life
The Lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllable pattern of one, two, three, four, one.
A syllable is a part of a word that contains a single vowel sound and that is pronounced as a unit. So, for example, ' book' has one syllable, and ' reading' has two syllables.
Traumatic incidents dried my heart, My soul was incorrigible with emotional turmoil, days and night became one. With hectic days and dreamless nights, my life became hell; Freezing my very mind. Seething with anger, my words became sentences, Sentences poured out of my veins, and became poetries of my soul, my thoughts and my heart.