All Dressed in Red

The dry amazing heat

The scorching summer sun

Beating down on our sun-kissed skin

Our bodies shimer

With the soft touch of sweat

A longing for shade

Or a dip in the pool

All dressed in red

We are easy to spot

For we are your lifeguards

We are proud at heart.

Holding Love

Love...

Who really loves?

Who understands love?

Who ever has a hold of love?

Hate...

Obviously the opposite

of love

But what is love?

Is love the sparkle in your eyes?

The warm smile on your lips?

Is it the pain of missing you?

The fear of losing you?

Love is powerful

Unbreakable

Undeniable and

Simply wonderful

So tell me...

When I am holding you,

Am I holding Love?

Forever

          Let me pray for you

But he was already dying

                    Why?

My body shuddering

                    All I can think of

Is wasted days in anger

          Never will I see his smile again

His palm against my cheek

          I don't have enough time

                    I never had enough time

I want to stay in this moment

          His body against mine

                    Nothing else

I'm not ready

          Not ready for his death

For I finally realize

          I choose him

Over everything

          I choose him

I know he's infected

          I know he has to be put down

I grab for the scythe

          As I swing the blade

His eyes open

Those impossibly green eyes

          Usually searching for me,

                    Now too vivicous

He now falls limp

I love him, but

          He is gone,

                    Forever

I want his hand

          To feel him one last time

His fingers laced through mine

          But he is too far away

I wonder if there ever was

                    A crueler world

Than one that forces us

                    To kill

The people we love most.

Taming a Putty Tat

Taming a putty tat

Is timple!

Timple as can be

All you gotta do is tmile.

Tweety spoke with confidence,

With cats ten time taller,

Ten time intimidating,

And ten times fierce.

Standing, sitting, laying

Obediently behind him.

A putty tat 

Under'tands but little information

They tase bird and mice

Because they are easy targets

To tame your putty tat

You gotta tand your ground!

Tweety looks at the cats,

They shake,

They fear this tiny yellow bird

Causing the crowd to start up

In an uproar.

Tweety-bird has finally learned to tame

The huge and intimidating lion family!

Scrapped and Bloody

I was running

Down the side of my house

           Playing a game

With my brothers

I tripped

Hit the ground

Sliding

My knee scrapped

And bloody

I was screaming

At the top of my lungs

My family

Came running

My parents

           Getting there first

To help me

Getting patched and cleaned up

With the memory

           Still present on my right knee.