Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
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The clock chimes slowly.
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The wind whips by outside - a cold flurry in the darkness.
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The fire crackles, spitting light and warmth into the room.
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The tree stands guard over paper-wrapped packages, a star adorning its head like a crown.
Twelve chimes bring in the holiday spirit.
Merry Christmas.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Life constantly pulls me along,
flowing like a never-ending tide.
Struggling is futile, as the current is strong.
I might as well stay for the ride.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Words fall like rain,
Rolling easily off my tongue.
A distant pain;
Memories of things I've done.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
I was once told by an old man
That life is about learning to deal with loss.
For a while I struggled to understand,
Filled with bitterness of the past, becoming cross.
Then one morning I had a moment of clarity,
And I was frustrated with this troublesome quandry no longer.
People say the truth is a rarity;
I find that hard to believe, for I know I have come out stronger.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
Beyond every struggle, every battle, every strife.
There is hope for a better tomorrow, a lesson, a new door.
We must forge ahead if we are to survive.
Let us journey onwards, and see what the future has in store.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Down on my knees,
Crying for help.
You heard my pleas,
And saved me from myself.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
For months you have made everything difficult,
Your icy demeanor chilling me to the bone.
Just when I think you have finally left me alone,
You fall back into my life, throwing everything into chaos.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
The white rabbit dances in front of me,
unfurling like a strand of fog in the morning light.
It promises a diversion from the pain,
so I take off and give merry chase.
Into the twists and turns of its lair I go,
looking around desperately for means of escape.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
They drift down with a slow and deliberate ease
alighting on the ground, covering it in white.
Each individual finds another, and together they freeze
becoming one, at peace with their final flight.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Dust, dirt, debris
Negligence, ignorance, apathy
A stray cup, a rogue fork
I'll take care of it later.
I don't feel like it right now.
Wasting time.
Clothes, bags, papers
Insecure, uncertain, doubtful
Unkempt pillow, unmade bed
I'll take care of it tomorrow.
I bet someone's using the machine.
Excuses.
Dank, dark, dingy
Repulsed, afraid, trapped
Closed door, lights off
I'm ashamed.
I'll clean it soon.
Procrastination.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC