There’s this holly tree That can imitate Its shape to That of a Christmas tree, And every time I can’t help but state ‘Doesn’t that tree look like it wants to be A Christmas tree?’ And all year round, My co-workers laugh politely.
im a lil scared, my mom is unwell i am reliving fears, i know this feeling all too well each hospital visit, each tear filled eye oh god why do you make my family cry sadistic incision into my heart idealistic vision into my art i don’t want to feel good or bad, i just want it to end i dont want to hear news good or bad, i just want to hold my mama’s hand friends, family, it all hurts the same constantly shifting frames, day in day out labour hard, echo chamber scream it out its hard, its hard, it hard waiting for the other shoe to drop, wondering where is the next empty spot in the christmas dinner, thanksgiving dinner dreams of the deceased, am i a sinner?
This is what happens when you lose your ******* mind: You start to ramble and despise every word you hear and say every picture you see and then comes along the one person who swims right into your sea - you don't mean to block their way but you want to make them stay - so you shut up and sit tight and wait for the right time to say or do - god knows what or who I'm becoming with you.
This is what happens when you're on some ****** island Only you can see: You start seeing what you want but never hearing what you need you start feeling things you'd rather not feel then you scream suddenly everybody's looking at you all weird -cause everybody was your nobody; your nobody was always somebody- they can see your crazy you would hide but you're too lazy
This is what happens when you lose your ******* mind: Somehow you start making sense.
I opened a gift from a friend So early on Christmas Day. There inside I found a note. "Be friendly, love each other." No matter the birth of one, Or just the orbit of the Earth. On this joyus day, embrace. Feel the warmth that's found, Be in peace, with no anger. For no moment is assured. When darkness then decends, Your gift, you shall receive.
I noticed the sudden silence balanced on the off beat of a carol left incomplete, but after a while I found - despite my long belief - I was enjoying the competing peace a little more than the jingle, the insistent hush more than the chimes the spreading rest more than the dance.
And I put it down to the close knit company.
A quieter Christmas, what with one thing or another.