Slice Of Love

Set to ponder what’s important,
What’s an essential part of life
After a day like today the answer is clear.
Sitting with you, your face sincere.
Only one slice could ever surpass it.
That slice being the one that holds firm through the tests.
The slice that shows we’re past all the rest.
The slice that shows after the best day,
When the storm clouds come rolling in,
It can hold up our heads, our hands clenched tight.
The storm cannot hurt us with love protecting.
Our hands held high above our heads
we walk away victorious.
The slice I cherish pulled us through.
The slice I have because of you.
One that sustains us and keeps us whole.
The slice that can save us from the deepest cold.
The slice that exists only when the love between us persists.

Reflecting

The reflection in your eyes makes me see all of myself in your view.
It is not the same as mine,
You like all you see.
My eyes, my face, my personality.
Each slice of me.
Each slice I might dispute,
but not when I'm with you.
You make me know what I show.
Give me a reason to love every slice.

Broken but Starting New

Shiny pieces of broken things.
You try to take them away from me.
I won't let you no matter how hard you try.
Just that one fact makes you curious as to why
I'm collecting all these pieces of the long forgotten things.
Hiding them in my bedroom for only me to see.
Until one day when I can show them off,
my beautiful pieces of art.
Made from misconstrued intentions,
where others believe them to cut, stab and inflict pain,
I believe them to start new.
To seek a person to make them beautiful,
to make them whole.
A new work that is now complete giving hundreds of tiny shards hope.
Slices and slivers and shards of glass
Not hurting but simply showing off.
With a glimmer, a sparkle, and a glimpse
I'm giving these slices, slivers, and shards a purpose.

Life in a Seed

Today a friend said something to me
about how our lives revolved around trees.
It's a funny thing how true he was.
We all cling to trees like a mossy, green fuzz.
Almost as if the life within them seeps into our veins
making all petty thoughts seem vain.
When you're getting life from something,
and someone steals it from you,
it feels like your heart is breaking.
That's how I feel everytime I see someone slicing up a tree.
They don't know whose memories that bark contains.
What fingerprints underneath it may remain.
How can they slice up such a beautiful thing?
Don't they see what a tree can nourish in everything?
The happiness of which it can make me sing?
I just want them to see that there is,
and should always be,
something more important
than the paper they hope to be exporting.
There are teenagers leaning, smiling.
Colors changing, making beauty.
Children playing, climbing.
Adults watching, remembering
when it was them feeling nature's life.
Letting it lead them to better places.
Places that made them who they are,
Made them want to save that life
because there is always some one who needs
the life that starts as a seed.

Memories

If a slice of your life is all you remember,
Which slice of life would you want to take with you?
Would it be time with your bestfriend?
Or is it the rules that you would try to bend?
Bend them so you could keep it all.
Every moment of every single day
waiting at your finger tips for you to push play.
But that wouldn't be the case if the rules held firm.
Away from memories you would be faced to turn.
I hope you would never regret which slice you choose.
Just know my slice would include you.

There's certain things that aren't the same once they're split up.
Kind of like a smore without the chocolate.
Then there's things you don't want to cut up.
Like when you look at that cake and just want it all.
You and I are like both.
We shouldn't be apart in any way.
A new slice of memories everyday.
But yet it is never worth it just to remember one.
Every day I spend with you is tons of fun.
I want to remember not just one,
but each and every.
A slice is all I need,
but with only that I won't be satisfied