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Greg Dempsey Dec 2017
one...two...three...four
winds are flowing as i soar
five...six....seven...eight
up in the clouds i have no weight
nine...ten...eleven...twelve
free of what was once in selve
thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...sixteen
flying above the trees never to be seen
seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...twenty
owls are a wonder and mystery of plenty
Greg Dempsey Dec 2017
They say home is where the heart is
And if its broken, its a broken home
But is broken still your home of this
So make it pretty, with likely a gnome
Don't worry about life or problems
Just be kind and learn to be happy
You'll make it through the rose stems
Be weary and sometimes sappy
Kéep walking and always look up
Right here and niw is your stone
Nothings better then a broken tea cup
The place right here is your own home
I don't sleep anymore
Some say insomnia
I say it's the monsters under my bed
No it's all in my head
So real
I see her
Standing in the corner of my room
With dripping wet hair
And empty grey eyes
Staring and smiling
I see him
A ball of static with a wide toothed grin
Every time i close my eyes
There is no escape
My nightmares have bled into reality and i cant get them to go back
Maybe if i swallow these pills
It'll make them go away
Maybe if i take a few more
they'll stop their whispers
Maybe just a few more
And i finally fall into absolute darkness
Somewhere their whispers can't reach me
Greg Dempsey Dec 2017
Everything has came
Words on paper
Text on screen
Pain in mind
Broken in heart
Where to start
Why be kind
Typing is mean
Voice is daper
Nothing is same
Greg Dempsey Dec 2017
Why
We met last year, we were in the same class
Sat in the back you were quiet very quiet
Didn't know you're name till we met after
I knew I liked you when we first had talked
School ended and summer began then school
We had the same class and feelings arose
I knew how you felt but I made excuses
I ******* up but you're happy with him
I'm happy you're happy that's what matters
But I keep asking myself one thing only
Why?
Greg Dempsey Dec 2017
Please, I know you can see me
hear me.
Don't walk away I know you hear me
See me.
It hurts too much why wont you just
Help me.
  Dec 2017 Greg Dempsey
Cné
“T'was the night before Christmas ...”
and Santa was busy.
The reindeer were antsy
the elves in a tizzy.

The missus was tending
the ovens like mad
And turning out cookies
to make children glad.

The wood chips were flying
the sawdust was thick
The workshop was bulging
with toys from St. Nick.

Contractors from Sega,
Nintendo and Sony
Were working on games
(and a robotic pony).

Iphones and Ipads
(with virus removal)
Were packed in their boxes
and stamped "Elf Approval".

Last minute touches
were added with flair
While elf stylists tended
to Santa's white hair.

Elf tailors were making
some last alterations
To Santa's red coat
and his waist tribulations.

The weather was fair
as the weather-elf stated
The routes were approved
and departure was slated.

Bells had been polished
and harnesses buffed
While repairs were addressed
for the hoofs that were scuffed.

The antlers were festooned
with ribbons and bells
And the reindeer were covered
with elf flying spells.

The clock approached
midnight as Santa was seated.
The countdown began
as the flight crew was greeted.

H-hour neared
and the tension was growing.
Outside it grew cloudy
and then, began snowing.

But Santa just grinned
as the weather-elf winced.
"Don't worry, my friend.  
Our time has commenced."

For the weather was nothing
to Santa's conveyance.
His reindeer and sleigh
were immune to"delay-ance".

With a whirl of his whiskers
and a flick of his wrist
The reindeer were launched
in a flash of white mist.

And I heard him exclaim
through his teleport ray:
"ALERT TSA. Tell 'em
I'm on my WAY!"
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