i hope your hair becomes damp
as the snow lands
and melts upon the fiery red curls
that stick to your forehead

i hope your mascara runs
from your tears of laughter
as your brother trips
and lands face first - again

i hope your cheeks become red
and clash horribly with your
new forest green sweater
as the fireplace and wine warms them

i hope your nail polish cracks
from unwrapping all those presents
(there really is no such thing
as too many socks!)

i hope you realize that evening
when you look in the mirror
that despite your weariness
none of it matters at all and that

you are so ******* beautiful

i just hope you know that
because confidence does not come
wrapped neatly in a stocking
(it comes from within)

Words won't come
To tell you how I feel
All I can do is smile when you talk to me
And try to be myself
And hope you notice.

The snow used to be sparkling and white
Now it's grey
Worn thin by the lukewarm days
Tired of pretending it's Christmas already.

The birds don't sing anymore
And I don't blame them
It's cold and the sun has gone into hibernation
Nobody is outside to hear them anyway.

The scars on my wrist are healing
Just in time for my concert
Good. I don't want to explain.
I'm tired of pretending as it is.

4.0 student, captain of debate team
Painfully, incredibly lonely
Like the birds, hiding in the bushes
Waiting out the winter
Nobody's around to hear me sing anyway.

The snow is grey, worn thin with impatience
Tired
So very, very tired.

After all our time together
After all the up’s and downs
I still believe this is forever
Without a doubt

In your arms I still find comfort
In your smile I still find peace
For me there is no other
No matter what time may bring

In the memories we’ve created
There’s a magic in the past
For better or worse
I wouldn’t take one second back
The hard times made us stronger
The sweetest of times made us lovers
All that came before
And everything that follows
Made you my greatest friend

When I need a shoulder to lean on
When I need an ear to bend
It was you I could turn to
It was you who would help me
To find myself again

After all this time
I find peacefulness
Knowing, believing it’s still love,
You’re still the one,
You’ll always be the one

I walked under the trees,
the crunching leaves beneath my worn shoes,
past the rose bush, left abrasions on my knees,
****** and bruised,

In the Forrest i walked alone,
down the road,
in my heart i found a home,
for nature,
for every beauty,
and every danger,

on the wet rocks i tread,
kicking up the mud on river bed,
the sight of a winding road,
and dark clouds ahead,

every creeping creature,
taking shelter from the storm to come,
trees ripped and torn in the wind,
no blue, no sunshine in the distance,
funny how nature can turn to a beast in an instance.

How could you be so kind
As to leave me with an
Awkward shoulder hug
And a word that never was?

Forgive such indifference, sat beneath a peach tree shaded
Cocksure, word of mouth, rambling through the straw
Squirrel gnaws bark on the ground, and leaps away vibrant
The sun was wild, in the sky she sings
The heat she brings, Mother watching, smiles
Sir, did you see the Big Sur. Sure did, young sir
Australia weeps for she misses the heroine in a green dress
- and with spry wrangling hands, gliding from a cliff-top
The endlessly named Mrs of the fire does soar
Forever on the shore
Forever and some more

Turn to the moon and remember how she swooned
Mother nature's child, oasis in the wooded world
Long leaves of the languid days
Beneath the peach tree she lays
Lighter in the breeze, swinging chaotic
In voluptuous trees, she's symbiotic
The new sensation of grass at your back
When the cold brick saloon in memoriam
is only Sunday's idea of boredom
and the grasshoppers are chirping
and now the city is quiet
For it waits, for her