The March Breeze Seeps Through,
The Pained Window's Tattered Screen,
Passed The Paled Curtains,
Cuddling The House Plant's Green,
Swimming With The Yellow Flame

Black Waters Sway Underneath The Moon,
As Kelp Promenades With Sleepy Tides,
The Sun Lay Motionless On The Sandpaper Floor,
As The Slow Swinging Seas Whisper A Faint Lullaby

I Love The Feeling Of Dirt Frosting My Skin,
And My White Pants Staining From Muck,
I Pulled Out My Old Friends Today,
My Cleats, My Glove, And My Luck,
I Slipped On My Sliding Pants,
Ones I Haven't Worn For A Season,
The Hole On My Knee Matched It's Scar,
The One I Am Most Proud Of For Many Reasons,
I Just Had To Trace The Stitches Of My Ball,
The One I Missed All Winter,
I Am So Excited To Plow Myself Between Bases,
And Re-Awaken My Inner Sprinter

White Teeth Glimmering,
Fused With Bubbling Laughter,
I Love This Feeling

~~~~Winter~~~~
The blue moon shimmers,
Light grazing my frosted soul,
Each snowflake smiles,
When the sun returns the day,
If only she could be mine

                         *~~~~Summer~~~~
                        My heart burns brightly
                        The pain so very intense
                        For I am the flame
                        But my love belongs in frost
                        If only I could have him

~~~~Winter~~~~
The days grew longer,
As she quietly approached,
Her strides warmed the grounds,
But as soon as she reached me,
I was no longer myself

                      ~~~~Summer~~~~
                        His hair wasn't shards
                        His face was no longer ice
                        But he was now mine
                        Ever so slow I touched him
                        But my smile like him melted

Created By Bailey Kreutzer And Sydney Kakuk)

Would You Be Willing To Love Me,
If You Had To Hold My Broken Bones?
Would You Dare To Love Me,
Even If The Truth Is Cold As Stone?
Would You Be Willing To Hold Me,
If You Knew My Secrets?
Would You Be Willing To Stay,
Even Though He Didn't?

Butterflies Prancing
Into The Smiling Sun,
Where They Become Stars

Flowers Tango In The Summer Sun,
Their Petals Whirl In Such Elegance,
Just To Tell The Story Of Spring

Though My Dreams Are Filled With Horrors,
My Life Is Filled With Open Doors

Breathe One More Time,
I Promise It Will Be Fine,
Breathe One More Time,
Every Light Will Shine For You,
Please Take One More Breath--For Me

While The Flowers Bloom,
The Sun Greets The Newborn Leaves,
And Sings With The Birds

                         In The Dawning Light
              Butterflies Dance In Spring's Breeze
                           Oh How They Soar

                                                     *In The Noonday Sun
                                       Robins Scuttle In Lush Grass
                                           Grass Which Is Knee High

                          As Dusk Approaches
             Crickets Clear Their Throats To Sing
                          While The Moon Rises

*As The Stars Awake,
The Nocturnal Creatures Stir,
An Eerie Howl Sounds

In The Greyish Blue Of The Dawning Day,
May You Be Safe And Sound In Your Slumber,
Between The Sleepy Trees--May You Dream,
Dream Of Deer Bounding Through The Forest,
Dream Of The Raven Singing From The Trees,
Dream My Love, Dream

Deep In The Trees There You Lay,
Be Free To Sleep Night Or Day,
Sleep In April Then On To May,
Sleep My Love, Until You Desire To Play

In The Greyish Blue Of The Dawning Day,
May You Be Safe And Sound In Your Slumber,
Between The Sleepy Trees--May You Dream,
Dream Of Deer Bounding Through The Forest,
Dream Of The Raven Singing From The Trees,
Dream My Love, Dream

No Storm Shall Awake Thee,
And No Gun Shall Lurk In The Trees,
There Will Be No Sound From Even Me,
Just The Gentle Tune Of The Birds And Bees

In The Greyish Blue Of The Dawning Day,
May You Be Safe And Sound In Your Slumber,
Between The Sleepy Trees--May You Dream,
Dream Of Deer Bounding Through The Forest,
Dream Of The Raven Singing From The Trees,
Dream My Love, Dream

The Moon Above The Mississippi Mirrored,
The Warm Silhouette Of The Sleeping Sun,
The Cold Aching Branches Of The Trees Cheered,
For The Day Spring Would Be Set Free And Run,
And As The Days Got Longer And Warmer,
The Moon Felt Free To Leap And Promenade,
Skipping Past Every Stream And Transformer,
The Taste Of It's Song Sweet As Lemonade,
It Exhaled The Bodies Of Fireflies,
As It Glided Across A Lake's Surface,
It Harmonized With The Coyote's Cries,
To Illuminate Upon Dawn's Preface*

In The Black Impending Night Stars Shiver,
As The Moon Disappears In The River

Neon Colored Bodies Slink Through The Crowd,
Though They Whisper Their Voice Is Still Loud,
One Of Them--A Poet--Writes Of Their Fate,
How They Are Trapped In This Beautiful State,
But To The Newspaper-Inked People It Is Absurd,
They Look Away And Don't Speak A Single Word,
Their Blood Is Not Black But A Rosy Red,
Their Brains Are Not Chained Inside Their Heads,
The Inked People Push Them Down To Stay Tall,
They Grasp And Pin Them Against Every Wall,
And Slowly--Ever So Slowly Their Colors Fade,
They Start Hating Their Own Beautiful Shade,
So They Start Breaking Down Their Own,
Breaking Themselves Into Rubble And Stone
And As Every Hurtful Word They Say Covers Them,
The Flower Wilts Ontop Of Their Blackened Stem,
And In The End--They Finally Have What They Wanted,
The Ability To Blend

A Unique Sight To See Are Summer
Birds Sitting In Winter Trees,
Chilled Winds Whistle--Creating High Voltages Of
Dopamine Which Wriggle Free In My Cells,
Evening Dwellers Soon Awake
Forcing Back The Day--Yet I Stay To
Gaze At The Black Canvas Of The Sky,
How Terribly I Wish To Paint The Stars
Ice White Paint Sits On My Palette; I Am Ready,
Just As I Dip My Brush Dawn Returns
Kinder Blazes On The Horizon--Yet I Create
Lonely Stars Sit--Three To Be Exact--Are
My Creation--And They Greet The Day Dwellers,
Nodding Hello As They Slip Back Into The Blue
Over The Whispy Clouds They Dance,
Politely They Smile And Wave Goodbye And
Quietly They Disappeared,
Rain Rolled Down My Cheeks But I Am Happy,
Silently I Smiled As I Trodded Back To The Trees
The Summer Birds Still Singing,
Uniting With The Bone Chilling Air
Valiant They Weather The Winter On The
Winding River--Their Melody Tingling Under My
Xiphoid Process,
Yielding To Express My Gratitude I Watch As They
Zig-Zag Through The Winter Trees

Figures Stand Stone Still In Stained Glass Windows,
Yet Their Colors Sway To My Lone Voice

Vultures Soar Under The Eye Of The Sun,
Yet They Pause Just To Enjoy The Sound

Butterflies Flutter In The Hue Of Dusk,
And Then Are Lulled To A Gentle Slumber From My Despair

*SydneyVictoria

I Was Made From Pollen And Brittle Beige Petals,
My Blood Was Created From Silver Dewdrops,
My Eyes Were Made From Two Summer Leaves,
And My Lips Were Created By Ripe Strawberries,
I Feed Off Of The Sun And I Am Anchered In Soil,
Yet There Is Always The Threat Of Being Plucked,
Of Being Put Into A Vase Just For Show,
But I Will Wilt Because I Am No Longer Rooted,
To The Earth's Resonating Crust

SydneyVictoria

Artifical Strawberry And Apple Scents Fill The Air,
Chocolate Grazes Starving Lips,
Single Hearts Filled With Despair,
Hungrier Eyes Gaze At Curving Hips,
Pink And Red Petals Coat The Snowy Streets,
Tissues Lay Crumpled In Trash Cans,
Destiny--Boy And Girl Meet,
Does Love Ever Follow It's Original Plans?
Hugs And Kisses Fly In The Bone Chilling Breeze,
But No Words Are Important Enough To Say,
Can I Have A Valentine Please?
Oh Well--It's The Same As Every Other Valentine's Day

I Have Never Seen So Much Wonder In Two Eyes,
Every Lash Black As The Zion Hide Of A Horse,
A Greenish Orange Which Mirrors My Own,
And A Heart Big As The Pacific Ocean,
Her Innocent Play Gentle As A Newborn Fawn,
Her Rose Colored Cheeks Blooming,
As She Explores The Trees,
Her Soul Deep,
With Sunken Treasures

For Some Reason A Smile Burns Into My Skin,
I Love The Feeling Of The Flame
My Hands Feel Lighter--No Shackles To Be Found,
My Torso Moves To No Particular Song,
My Arms Strike The Air With Precision,
As The Rhythm Coarses Through My Body,
Butterflies Rattle My Bones For No Reason,
My Foot Taps From The Churning Adrenaline,
Faces Which Plagued My Vision Are Now Friendly,
Characters In A Teeter-Tottering Chapter Book,
My Heart Beats Quickly--I'm Feeling The Vibe,
That Today's Going To Be A Good Day

©SydneyVictoria Feb. 13 2013

The Breeze Whispered Gently In My Ear,
"Shhh," It Said,"Mother Earth Is Here."
A Single Feather Dropped From Her Wing,
"Do Not Cry, She Gave You The Gift To Sing."
The Sun Smiled And Bombasticly Said,
"Mamma Earth Is Always Here To Clear Your Head."
Dew Drops Smiled On The Tips Of Wheat,
"She Still Thieves Though She Is Dressed In Concrete."
A Slate Blue Guppy Waved A Fragile Fin,
"Mother Earth Always Wins."
Waves Danced With The Invisible Arms Of The Moon,
"Please Return To Mamma Soon."

©SydneyVictoria Feb. 13 2013