Four old  skel-etonians sat by the fireside,
playing truth and consequence and
every one of them has lied.

Yule logs waiting patiently to
crackle and to burn and each old
skel-etonian  was taking it in turn
to turn in more lies.

So I'm not playing party games this year
the fireside is full, I
think I'll pull a Christmas ******* and
just hope that she's not dull.

The morning dew lays on the trees and ground in the cool air of a new day. My lungs are filled with the crisp cold as the sun begins to climb over the horizon. I listen to the world awake and begin to imagine the possibilities. What wonderful things can I bring to life today. Might I learn something new, could I make a new friend or make a difference in the life of another person. The possibilities that are before me are endless, but for a moment, I must simply stop and enjoy the purity of the unwritten pages of a new day.

When I'm alone I dream of days lost In the many folds of Time's robes
Who's errors have been forgot but Who's joys have been replayed
When I'm sad I think of all those Friends I lost along the way
I think of how they shaped me
And made me who I am today
And I thank them all for leaving me
And for the room they made
They have left a legacy
That I cannot trade
They have written history
As history was made

I bet you didn’t realize that most of the things I told you I hadn’t told anyone, and still haven’t. I know that I didn’t end up telling you a lot of things, because I knew that telling you would be admitting to myself that everything I said was real. but now that you’re gone I can’t help but wonder that if I had told you this, then maybe you would have stayed. or if I had told you that, then maybe you would have just ended up leaving with more parts of me than you already have. I don’t believe that I’ll ever truly be able to be myself again, or at least my old self because of you. almost all of the old parts of me were shared with you and now I’ll never be able to get them back. So thanks for stealing everything that I was..

I am told that I
Cannot make homes
Out of
People

That skeletons are
Too fragile
To withstand
Every storm

Yet, I called you in
Late December
And deemed you my
Potential home

I like to believe
These words are what pulled
You back into
My atmosphere

Although it is said
That homes cannot
Be made out of
Beating hearts and irises

I am striving to
Turn your flesh
Into my
Dwelling place

Your eyelashes are
The blades of grass
On the lawn
Out front

Your ribs are
The staircase leading
To rooms waiting
To be filled

I'm turning your
Flesh into
Our living room
Carpet

Your bones are
The walls which
Keep the two of us
Safe

They said it couldn't
That it really
Shouldn't
Be done

But I'm making
Myself at home
In
You

I wish I didn't knew about you and your best friend,
I wish I haven't seen the message you've sent,
I wish I saved my heart, to you I  didn't lend,
'Coz you just want to break hearts- to be in trend.

I'm sorry if I was cold,
The words you wanted to hear i didn't told,
I wish I was brave enough, too bold,
For when this day comes I won't loose hold.

If one day to will find me,
In the same place where we celebrated our anniversary,
Don't be sad nor sorry,
Because this might take time but I'm sure I will soon be happy.