I can smell it.

The scent of rain

Forth coming from the clouds.



I can taste it.

The sweetness of honeysuckle,

Drifting in the folds of the wind.



I can sense it.

The presence of spring,

As it shakes and dances up my spine.



The wriggling grass between my toes,

Sends shivers through my body

And soul.



The desire to run naked in the sun,

Urges and pushes its way forward.



The need to stretch my body out,

In a field of grass,

As the sun dances across

My cheeks and bare shoulders.



I wish to ****** the sun

With my innocents,

And to bed the grass

For the time being.



I love the feeling of the earth,

Messaging my feet as a lover does.

A sudden rain fall caresses my skin,

Intimately with every splashing moment.

Youthful vitality oozes from my pores.
A child freshly turned to a maiden.
My hair flicks and licks against my cheeks
as it twists and twirls in the cold winter wind.

The scents of love and lust drift aloof,
Under the bridges of young boy’s noses.
The feminine spells that are cast in the air,
cause men to rush to me with roses.

Youthful vitality is what they crave.
My innocence that I have saved.
Lips like budding blossoms of dusty roses,
on which they wish to place their kisses.

Eyes that are sunflowers in a wild green field,
those with their greedy hands, wish to steal,
but my heart will never set on them and yield.

Do I chase
or do I run?
Do I hide
Or do I seek?

What happened to those fairy tales?
Those knights of old,
Those gentleman so bold.

It’s only in the movies I said,
It’s only in the books I’ve read.
There are no fairy tale endings anymore.

There are no damsels in distress,
No longer okay to be weak.
No longer okay to be meek.

There are no knights in shinning armour.
Chivalry is dead
Individuality deceased.

Romanticism was just a painting.
An 18th century joke.
To rally the oppressed and the yoke.

It’s pointless to go on wishing,
For that man that can read your mind.
There is no sense in feigning interest
And consenting to being blind.

So I shall set down my feminine ****
Of dragons and unicorns,
And men so bold.

Move on and back to reality
And ingest the hypocrisy.
Take my flowers
My chocolates, and
“I love you” ‘ s
And live in harmony?

Cough! Cough!
Uh sorry
And live in my romantic fatality.

Anger, frustration, hate,
the striking blow
that knocks me off my feet.

I stare shocked and amazed.
With hot and sweaty hands,
clenching into fists,
eyes narrowing, and flickering
with a fire of rage.

You promised!
You said, "Never Again!"
But here I find
another empty can;
A sign of your loneliness.

You took your promises,
stabbed deeply
and twisted them
like a dagger into my heart.

For every promise
you make and break
forever my heart shall remain
your daggers sheath.

Sleeping in the red, there she lays.

With her arms crossed across her chest,

The ivory flesh stands out against the guest

Of The robins egg blue that is her dress.

.. ..

No one saw the red line form

Across the delicate neck.

The spill of sensation was warm,

The red life flowed like tree sap,

Down the ridges of a hikers cap.

.. ..

As the sleeping maiden lied

No one was there to warn the sleeping bride.

No one heard her mournful cry, as she died.

No one to defend her from the rising black tide.

.. ..

As the last of her mortal breath slipped,

The stealer of life watched, as the ****** dagger dripped.

It dripped the ****** blood of untainted youth.

From which came a fountain of innocence and truth.

.. ..

Before her essence left her eyes,

She met the gaze of a thousand lies.

“I loved you,” he said as he watched his prize.

“And because of that we say our goodbyes.”

.. ..

You see the young maiden,

Whose heart had been laden,

With the comforts of love

By the gray male dove,

That was her dear sweet Romeo.

.. ..

This dove stole her passions away,

From a green-eyed, former lover,

Whose jealousy would never decay.

for a long time the jealous man would hover,

While watching his coveted love and the gray dove play.

.. ..

The dove and maiden’s many nights of walks and of laughters,

Shortly turned to passionate nights there after,

Of talks of marriage and happily ever-afters.

.. ..

As the romance of two youths blossomed with radiance,

A poisonous thorn began to take offense.

The green-eyed man got down on his knees.

He offered treasures and health for his pleas.

But the maiden would have none,

As she conceded that she couldn’t be won.

.. ..

The green-eyed man bellowed and vowed.

“If I cannot claim you as my treasure,

Then none shall have the pleasure.”

He stormed away and left her behind,

As he cackled and plotted within his mind.

.. ..

As he birthed the night he would steal away

The maiden’s romance in a vivid display.

.. ..

So as her life essence dwindles away,

The jealous man kissed her forehead and prayed.

“Safety for you because in my heart you will stay,

As I dream of this night for the rest of my days.”

.. ..

For in his heart the jealous man knows,

No princes’ kiss will wake her,

No wedding day awaits her.

Forever trapped in time,

As my lover’s crime.

We shall relive each day in my mind,

As if you had chosen to be mine.

Child
Innocent
Angel

Carried
Guarded
By
Adults

Who
Are
Wise
Dru­ids

Nurturing
Loving
Understanding

Who
Were
Once
Teens

Challen­gers
Of
The
Rules

Boundaries
That
Are
Unseen

Growing
Not
Showin­g
Life
Lines

Like
Grandparents
Do

Wrinkle
In
Time
Lost
Generati­on

Setting
Sun
Night
At
Bay

For
Another
Angel's
Laugh

Signals
­Another's
Flight
Away.