A small storm is not enough
To upset a nation But while others go about their lives I've been uprooted. A twister, destroying all in its path Made of horrid mistakes and promises Swept over my small world And demolished it. While others, free from grief Sent only meaningless prayers, I eagerly awaited a kind spirit That was never to arrive. So here I sit, on this solitary stump, Wishing for it all to be over But the weatherman said there's a big storm coming In mid to late October.
Christmas time again,
Time for joy, and time for love. Time for peace, and time for a holiday feast. Tis the season. But... For me, it's time for... heartache, and depression. Time for brokenness, and hopelessness. Family troubles, money tight, frustration, crying... it's all the same... Christmas isn't a movie for me. Filled with memories, from Christmas past, trying to forget, yet here it is again... Every year we try, and maybe we'll get it right, maybe, it'll be ok... maybe... It'll finally be Christmas to me.
You drained me out of words
when you show me your world fantasy full of lies beneath the dark dark skies. I was speechless, motionless, witless, powerless to act on impulse no less. The culmination of our meeting lead me into thinking I am no scatter-brain to be used for your pain. Yet something told me ominous as a dark cloud can be you are not who you are a dream, you so callously portrayed to me. You are a wolf you say howling, hunting for a prey in my dreamless sleep you came bare of everything; armed with burning desire to fullfil the beast that you became. You touched me like hell I was like a wrecking belle repulsing every movement you take stopping every attempt you make. Go away, don't disturb me and my peaceful sleep go back to God-knows where you came so deep don' t drag me to your so- called world, sicko-wacko You're a man not a wolf you know. Swallow your own thirst engulf by your own dark mist drown in your own sorrow because now I blocked you to leave me in peace and a better tomorrow.
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