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Kristina Oct 13
Depression
is like Spooktober
all the time
except
the funny memes
and decoration.
Darryl M May 2019
I wonder why you brought your lips along,
Knowing too **** well what they’d do to me.
And I ain’t just talking about the ones on your face.

Every time I try to hate on you.
I just relapse.
I get withdrawal symptoms every time I leave your presence.

If cell cages can keep me away from you.
What can keep away this love?
What can keep away your love?
What can keep away my love?

If earthquakes can shape mountains,
What has shaped my heart to be inclined to yours?

Is it your picture that I love?
Is it your reflection on my mirror that I crave?
Is it your texts that I enjoy?
Is it your voice over the phone that I long for?
Is it your smiles that take me to wonderland?
Is it your choice of emoticons that I observe?

Your beauty, the answer.
Your beauty, the question.
The physical, soothes the waves of the tears.
The emotional, soothes the thunders of the heart.

Your beauty ain’t it all.
But your beauty is much.
Beauty doesn’t make you.
Beauty is you.
Beauty in my life, is decorated by you.
Stand up tall
Point to the sky
Waiting for
Someone to buy

Seven years
or so to grow
Growing strong
With winter snow

Pine or Spruce
so very real
to give authentic
Christmas feel

People come to
Cut us down
on our farm
outside of town

Branches out
Needles green
Catch their eyes
Be sure you're seen

Unlike those
Deep in the wood
you give your life
For greater good

Sawed or chopped
get hauled away
Or not be picked
And have to stay

Taken from
Your plot of earth
A short trip then,
You get, rebirth

A stand inside
In warmth and light
Protected from
The winter's night

Water seeps
From down below
Nice and fresh
Like winter snow

Boxes opened
Lights are strung
Ornaments so bright
And gently hung

A new face
For the lowly tree
So shiny bright
For all to see

Then at last
A star in place
To signify
An angel's grace

The little tree
Stands tall and bright
It really is
A festive sight

A sacrifice
Of such a gift
To give a home
A Christmas lift

Next year
It will once again
See this cycle
But, until then

The Christmas tree
Festooned and bright
Brings love into
The glorious night
Deidre Lockyer Nov 2018
Musing, thinking aloud, of
Taking a little line for a walk, down my spine, down curves of flesh
Over pale creamy rises and falls
Interrupted by the gathering storm of you
Declaring tattoos for others, not me
No story of me in black ink on white, no tale in twisted vine and script, no
Desecration of your terrain,
Alteration in rhythmic refrain and ouch, red everywhere.
I would argue with you but I must please
Your gravity has me riveted, taken aback by the venom
Vehement and pure, spat in their direction
The canvas people walking around
Illustrated versions of lifelong perspectives
Their jewels of ink shimmering in trapped caresses,
Gathered in unison images binding intent to design...
My wont, this desire to be amongst them
Magick workers unleashing heaven as they pass through their days
Eating lunch with their besties in an act of casual sorcery
A beauty never intended
For me.
Sulking, quiet mouthed, you
Taking a little hand for a walk, down my spine, down curve of limb
Over pale milky hills and valleys
You would stop short at the first letter advance
Touch me not, touch me not
Simmering anger at the craven trespass, inelegant in your eyes, crass
Decoration of your domain
Knives in your eyes makes me think twice, cut by ice
I drop the question, keep the peace, yet

I remain
An open page to the world’s eyes
And wear my secret inkings on the inside.
Faridah Aug 2017
I feel, invisible
Was I born for decoration?
You say I'm important
But your actions contradict
Your words - no
Your lies
That you want me here
Because all you have done
is destroy the trust, that,
To be honest
Never existed in the first place.

You say I never listen
But when last did you look at me
Really look -
Through my angry disguise
And realise, you are the disappointment
I tell you what you have done
And you tell me what I have done, wrong
I was trying to change;
Why should I change
For somebody who will never change, ever
Because you are right, I am wrong,
And stupid for ever trying
To convince you.

All you have done
Is made it worse
In turn
My anger has erupted
Is my genuine happiness
supposed to be
a side effect of yours?
Because I think I have become immune
And you have been feeding me this medicine for too long
If I put you first
You downgrade my actions
and turn them into dust, somehow
If you put me first
I must have asked.

Can you admit
Acknowledge
That what I want is not
What you want
Can you respect that
Or do you enjoy complaining
Over
And over
Again
About things that
You don't try to prevent
But now I don't care
Because you didn't - don't care
That I cared
That I tried.

You resent my actions
And complain
Denigrating who I am
But that is your opinion
And your opinion does not
Dictate my life
when you never even listen to mine
If you do not want me here
Why did you bring me
Just so you can show me off for
One hour
One hour of fake
And downgrade me
For the next five
Stop trying to change me
Because you made me who I am
Whether you like me or not
Even if you are never
really here.

You are going to say the same
For me
I am trying to change
But you are not
Because you are using me as
An excuse
To justify yourself
And your actions
I am not vouching for your acceptance -
Frankly, I resent who you
Are turning me into:
The opposite of who you
Want me to become.

I walk like
I talk like
I look like
A decoration
I say why
I shout why
I stop myself -
Now I'm in trouble/
At least, I'm no longer
Invisible
But what do you expect
When you treat me like an obligation
What do you expect
From an ugly decoration?
Never mind
After reading this you'll just get angry
And punish me for having feelings
And shout at me for having feelings
And say I'm wrong, discard my feelings,
Replace them with yours

And I'll say I'm stupid
For believing you would listen
For once.

Did you notice, I always stop talking
Because I will end up saying how I really feel
And waste my breath
So I wrote it instead;
Paper listens to me
in a way
You never have.
It's like you care because you have to, not because you want to. You can't just throw food and money at me, and then say, 'I didn't raise you like this'. You raised me, and changed me, who I am - tainting your perfect image.
Chirayu Writer Dec 2015
Hello Friends & this letter is directly From Santa Chirayu..
Today a Santa is departed from India to travel across the world & to surprise you with a wonderful gifts & to give a memories that's live yours life with full of happiness forever......
So are you guys ready to night to make it best for the time & take it worth till the next season... do u hear the sound of jinglebells ? oops he is arriving soon just wait & watch, Ha-ha.....
Snowflake Jun 2015
Life is an adventure of inspiration;
a light decoration.
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