Cold chills,
Holiday thrills.
Family gatherings,
Love ones depart.
Cold hearts,
And warm bellies.
Death may visit,
But, love is here to stay.
This month of December
May end in dismay.

My words caught in my throat
and as they clumsily tumbled from my mouth
They fell heavily on my shoulders
And stung my eyes
As I tried to swallow them
A few hung in the air
While the others fluttered in my stomach
Beating against my ribcage

Monday mornings,
Tuesday evenings,
Wednesday afternoons,
Saturday nights,
And
Sunday mornings,
Is when I think of you.







But Friday is when I'm with him.

**** the world.
**** the liars.
**** the cheaters.
**** the rude ones.
**** the cold ones.
**** the slander.
**** the insults.
**** the pain.
**** the demons in my mind.
****!

Some boys will kiss you
   Some boys will *******
      Some boys will love you

But only one boy will die for you.

So very often I fade deep
In my thoughts and get lost in a daze,
I get so deep in my emotions,
I feel like floating on top of a wave.
I can hear my pen creating
Deep poetic tunes as I write on
this page.
Sharing my poetic gifts God gave,
Before my coffin is made.
These Poetic tunes.