I stare

Ice cold glass with condensation

dripping

dropping

ticking

tocking

time

The clock tilts at angles

My hands turn and flip

While I sip

My eyes bore into the land

Laid out before me

Like a beautiful woman

Her skin a callous brown

her plateaus and valley's

My lady, my land

I smile into my glass

The screen door slams shut

As they rush in

Knock over my table

Stand before me

Barrel staring me down

The war rages on my lady

The glass breaks

The hands stop

And I laugh

Pseudo-angst
For you know your problems aren’t real
You cannot validate them
No matter the pain they bring you
Your pain does not exist in the way
Pain exists for others
Regardless
There will come a point in time
Where you must confront and recognize your pain as real
When that day comes
Your pain will exist in the way everyone else’s does

The dragon is watching
Our treacherous journey
Each step taken side by side
I step left to dodge an arrow
You rush forward to stop it
Always taking my arrows for me
I didn’t think you would be the one
Remarkable friend you were
An unlikely candidate for love
It must’ve been destined from above
The dragon must’ve seen it
As he watches, but fails to swoop
There’s something here I know it
But I fear the consequences
I fear the end
It’s easy to believe love lasts forever
That it shines in the moonlight and stars, however
We know better than that my love
It flits like a hummingbird above
So I will cherish you, for as long as I can
Knowing you’ll take my arrows like a man
Regardless of my fears
The dragon is waiting

And I'd like to wish you
A Melancholy Christmas
Because this year isn't quite the same
You feel twinges of regret
As age fogs your brain

Think far too much
Enjoy the wonder of happiness
As it fades like the day
Night takes over

And Oh, sister
You bring me joy
While slipping me sorrow

And Oh, brother
I want to be angry
But my wishes for you overcome

My love, you wait
Unseen for now
Quiet, meek, darling
How I wish you the best

But like me, we join
In this Melancholy Christmas

The sorrow the night brings
The joy the night brings
Let us end this waiting game
When subconscious melt to dreams

May all turn out for the best
Please God, let it be for the best

And Oh, Sister
You are so dear and fragile
Behind that boulder fortress of yours

And Oh, Brother
May we be forgiven for our sins
May we make the best of this

So Santa, for this melancholy Christmas
I want one thing
Guidance
Happiness
Truth
And,
Love
In One

The stars hang higher than usual
Clear clairvoyant crisp skies
Many huddle in warmth, fearing these skies
Others revel in it
Reveal in it
We regress to child-like attitudes
Too stubborn to admit when it's cold
Challenging our bodies to be as they once were
And to fight back sleep; Sweet
Merciful sleep, as clear as night
As years travel this time of year stays
And wears our bodies to bone
While bringing melancholy joy of memories
As tangent as the cinnamon on the stove
Hot cocoa in the microwave
Family battles and sweet reunions
So let us stay in the cold a bit longer
Convince ourselves we aren't cold
Huddle under the night sky
And satellites
Beneath our memories
Beneath Winter Sky

That red ink
That scathe our papers
With apathetic marks of incorrection
Or brings out the tone
Merely if you had not
Bought me that pen
I wouldn't be stabbing myself
Over and over until I leak
While the blood it rushes
And the ink; it flows
Into each other
And spills onto my paper
While ideas form and shape
That's how you make red ink.