You and I By: Roxanne Before he and I, just I existed.A woman in the world of Cinderella, twisted.For each word I spoke, he said was prattle.Refused to understand how I felt like cattle.At first, blind adoration led me by his noose, As the back of my mind hissed like a goose. "Bury it deep,"... Continue Reading →
Needles and All By: Roxanne Rose, oh rose, once crimson and tallNow droops in woe as her petals fall.Barbs and burrs keep away all othersBut one stops to nuzzle and and admire her color.Her charm restored as others now saw;Roses want to feel beautiful, needles and all.
Will You… By: Roxanne When I’m bitterAnd no one’s aroundWill you tickle me until I’m unwound?When I’m down, And my world is grey Will you kiss me anyway?When I’m afraidAnd the sky is fallingWill you wrap me in your arms, my darling.
New Chapter By: The Sacred Fox Black noose tie.White veiled eyes.Little feet waddle as petals scatter by.His lips curve in a small grinAs she stops and suddenly tilts her chin.Between chubby fingers, her dress is twinned,Held tight by her daughter in the midst of tears,She kneels in her gown, soothing her fears.When a low murmur... Continue Reading →
Because She Cares By: The Sacred Fox Surprise her with a Lindor chocolate bouquetOr a stay-at-home romcom Hallmark matinee.Kiss her when there’s dinner on the tableAfter the day’s gone wrong and emotions are unstable.Wrap her in your arms when her week goes wrong,And sing off-key to a Justin Bieber song.When she falls asleep in your... Continue Reading →
Don’t You Dance By: Roxanne When I peer around the corner,My face becomes warmerAs his smug smile is directed my way.Under normal circumstance, I would never chanceA guy who refused to stay.I tried giving space when seeing his faceLest I become a child learning swim.An easy enough task, I thought to outlastUntil gooseflesh pebbled my... Continue Reading →
A Mother Like Buttons By: Roxanne There’s no such mother who’s perfect in every way.Some days she smothers us with lipstick, And kisses away the pain.Other times, she nitpicks,At the smallest of things.But like buttons she holds life together.Even when we fail to clean.
Not Just For Cinderella By: The Sacred Fox Half ‘til twilight, she cries on the floor.Mascara-stained hands swipe as tears pour.Left at home once, she did not accuse,Surly her family had a good excuse.As time went on, boxes piled in her roomAs though an attic or closet for a broom.Still, she kept quiet; her lips... Continue Reading →