She

She confirmed to no norms
Rules just writings in the air
Like a bird she soared along
Fearing no one but her heart
A solitary happy soul
With no hand to hold
She did just as she pleased
Some called her mad
Most thought her crazy
But it ever mattered not
Because all she was, was free...

My Mistress

I stood still as she called out to me
A sensuous whisper, a gentle caress
Like a bead of warm water 
Running down my naked back
My mistress, she owned me
And yet I was not her only slave
Many before lay slain to her charms
I fought, I cried, I ran, I begged
She laughed
Her voice a cold trickle
At the end of a hot, sunny day
Temptation she knew not
For sin to her was mother's womb
I was but a mere child
I knew not, she would love me then
A quiet spell as she cast
Capturing minds, twisting hearts
It was her body I craved
To dig my fingers in
Draw blood from naked flesh
I tried
I tried at the end of each day
She only smiled
For she knew she owned me then
My body her orifice
A path to my hidden soul
My violation she enjoyed
I shuddered but in pleasure
Her silken hair through my fingers
And yet her face, I knew not
Dreaming of her I spent years
Of capturing her my fantasies insane
And yet, where she lived no one knew not
Silently she disappeared
Each crack of dawn
Nameless, faceless the seductress quiet
For her slaves she was named
Night.

A Woman's Apology

I'm sorry
I'm sorry for being the doormat happily trampled upon,
I'm sorry for being silent when rage beckoned
I'm sorry for crying quietly when the world needed to hear
I'm sorry for cooking a meal despite broken fingers
I'm sorry for listening all night when I needed sleep
I'm sorry for moaning & groaning hoping you'll shudder and come to rest
I'm sorry for putting the world always before me
I'm sorry for lame excuses for others who never deserved them
I'm sorry for the 'yesses' when a big 'no' would do,
I'm sorry for glaring when a slap made more sense
I'm sorry for being meek coz brazen is uncalled for
I'm sorry for walking when I should have run
I'm sorry for the guilt I really didn't deserve
I'm sorry for being a "lady" I was never meant to be
I'm sorry for the sorry; but sorry for being a woman, no more.

42

The answer to life is forty two
Now, ask the question, will you?
All old, nothing new
She was all but twenty two

To eat you must chew
Tiddly too, duddley do
Sing a lot, dance a few
You are too old to go boo hoo

Cinderella had one shoe
You can get three too
Fairy was she or a shrew
Pumpkin carriages who drew

Dreams in a box they threw
Find them now, hey you
Or sleep some more, till the dew
Crows caw but pigeons coo

Rhymes are so difficult to do
Bored I am, are you too?
Pointless points coming through
Empty portraits when mind drew

A silly quest by the crew
Never give up, never do
Doubts many, questions few
The answer to life is forty two.

The Forgotten

The disconcerting quiet crept upon her
The silence invading her peace
The absence of words deepening the void
The stillness creeping through her veins
She could hear the beating of her heart
She could feel her mind think
Unwatching that which eyes could see
She willed her hands to scream
But no human sound filtered through
Cacophony, her closest mate
Confusion, her twin
Conundrum, her solace
Forgotten somewhere, lost in the nothingness
She wished to still the screeching of her breath
Safely ensconced in a vile harmony
The madness as it slowly crept upon her
Stealing her words, a writer's vanity.