No Longer

Love; 

Fake as the summer is cold

False as the clear sky is dark

Misleading as if it brings happiness

But feels like all

No more of those butterflies

I will miss you dear friends

Queen of Flowers

We are all but a rose

Magnificent creatures

The Queen of Flowers

What about these draw so many?

The mysterious connection to romance?

A symbol of tragedy?

Or the fact that it shows who we are as a whole

Beautiful in the inside

Petals blooming

Petals blooming, red passion burning

When life starts to dwindle

So do our parts

Falling and placing themselves at nature's mercy

Thorns thrust to protect us

But not always do they succeed

We are all delicate, fierce lovers of the world

A Neighborhood

It's fall and the orange leaves are falling with their partners, the golden doused ones. A laugh erupts from the children and I'm throwing myself into the ground as we play tag. Rough, little hands pushing and tugging at one another to see who's won the war and can be crowned King of the Neighborhood. Circling us are our parents, those who take care of us when we get a booboo all the way until we get fired from our job our even our kids get a booboo and we don't know what to do, the saints of your lives. As a dawn starts to arise and the sun starts to set, all of us, a group of random strangers tossed together becoming so close that it seems like family, gather around to start up a dinner. Juicy meat is tossed onto a sizzling grill and the fathers stand there talking about what most do, football, work, manly things. Mothers sit and gossip about the latest fashions and silly things their kids are up to, while we, the adventuress people of the day, go out and explore the world of a twilight setting.