do not break

your pretty toes

for soldiers of tin

you are meant for

a starlit stage,

a snow birch shelf of

trinkets and sage

do not bruise

your nimble heels

for goblins of greed

you are born for

a cloudless night,

a heavenly page of

wishes and flight

do not trade

your kindle sway

for a fairytale end

these cold tin hearts

are paperweights,

a ball and chain of

lifeless fate, and

you are meant

to dance.

they don't deserve it 

hell they didn't earn it 

your lips won't heal from how you left them chapped in the cold 

when you left me last December

my hands caught your frostbite  

my body caught your flu 

I was stuck in December

I had no gloves 

because you were what keep me from freezing over 

I wore your jacket 

but you ripped it from my back and tugged on my clavicle 

and snapped my neck 

your hands lingered so gently over my neck to check if I was still breathing 

after I had told you I had love you 

you caressed me in your chest 

and buried me in the snow 

you left your footprints on me 

and stomped out my heart 

but when you were lonely you came back and uncovered my body in the snow 

and you pressed your frozen lips unto mine

and you tried to get my blood flowing 

but I was already dead

I felt the heat emitting from your body 

longing for my body to keep you warm from the cold 

but I just couldn't my heart froze over 

and so did my soul 

no kiss could cure this frostbite 

Breathing full-caught

  by gift unsought

    Vista ablaze…

      bright-breaking rays

        Views expounding…

          wonder sounding

             Vision meted…

               morning greeted

Be blessed…be blessed

I'd take your head and cradle your worries away

I'd reach into your mind and pull all the negative thoughts out

I safeguard your soul so you never try to kill it

I'd take your knife and carve my skin

so that I could understand your pain.

I'd bottle up your tears

and bathe in them to immerse myself in your sadness

I'd steal the sun and hang it in your room

so you could be happy

I'd swallow you in my heart

so you would know that I care.

I'd take the rope from your room

and tie it into a bow and wrap life into a present and give it to you.

I'd cut my skin into flowers and shapes to entertain your fantasy

I'll take your demons and invite them to stay in my house

so they wouldn't torment you in the night.

I'd commit suicide if I knew it would make me closer to understand your pain.

I do anything to understand your mind 

so just let me in

I saw the best minds of my generation 

stand and watch a bully 

rise to the podium

I saw the best minds of my generation

create another holocaust while trying to heal a genocide of hate.

I saw the best minds of my generations

turn the words I love you into a battle cry.

I saw the best minds of my generation

throw their brains in the trash to adopt this new trend of hate.

I saw the best minds of my generations

doubt the young people 

and saw their interest in politics as a trend.

I saw the best minds of my generations

draw a pipeline through my history book.

I saw the best minds of generations

suck the color out the sky

and divide it  into sections

black or white.

I saw the best minds of my generation

paint a rainbow in blood

I saw the best minds of my generation

entertain fear

I saw the best minds of my generations

try to grow flowers out of the darkest corners of hope.

Try to develop new colors with the  colors black and white.

they took the bones of the dead and cracked them 

open and found the scrolls to the answer of universal peace.

But I saw the best minds of my generations

line up tanks while trying to create peace.

I saw the best minds of generations

be inclusive but they forgot the minorities.

Yes, I saw the best minds of my generations 

create life while creating death 

and shooting ones who were fighting for a better future,a better tomorrow in hopes of meeting the horizon. 

Red, the color of warm flames.

Red, the bag of Doritos.

Red, the can of Coke.

Red, the blood of angry men.

Red, my writing notebook.

Red, the soft color of her hair.

Red, the apple I ate for breakfast.

Red, the reminder that I'm human.

Red, the ketchup I dip my fries in.

Red, the cover of my favorite book. 

When life shoves you to the ground,

tell it to shut up and stand up.

Or...

It's so hard, when people knock you down

And tell you that you're never gonna get a shot at glory

But that's when you rise to the challenge

'Cause it's your time, your moment

And nothing can stop us now. -Can't Hold Us PTX

He looks at her, asleep on his shoulder. She moved slightly and hugs his arm. He smiled to himself and kisses her forehead. He lays his head on hers and closes his eyes.

* * *

She looks up at him, smiling. He's still sleep and she doesn't want to wake him up.

"I love you," She whispers.

He smiles softly, "I love you too."

She looks at him, surprise shining on her face. He slowly opens his eyes, his charming smile growing more.

* * *

"Why?" she asks, refusing to look at him.

"Because you're smart, funny, nice, cute, quirky, and cute."

She looks at him tears singing her eyes, "you said cute twice."

He grins, "I know."

She smiles and hugs him. She looks up at him and stands on her toes. She leans and kisses him softly.

"I love you," she mumbles.