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abrupt and business
              this winters day
perhaps it's apt
              that i keep   what i have to say
cold and short ?
winter solstice 2024
Christy 6d
What are you doing on Christmas Day?

Oh, having a quiet one at home. My family lives too far away and it’s nice to be alone.

Oh not me, I love a fuss! The more the merrier, I say. It’s really a must to be surrounded by love on a happy Christmas Day.

Suppose you could see, if you’d grown up like me, you’d better understand. My family gatherings were more like a slathering of trauma and animosity.

Maybe one day it won’t be this way, I look forward to some change. I’m hopeful to break the generational hate that’s been deadlocked age after age.

But until then, I can only depend on the peaceful tradition I’ve made. Eating mince pies by the flickering light of my mobile phone screen.
Zelda Dec 2024
Hush, Love

I think I loved you in every universe,
Every timeline,
Every fragment of creativity,
In every self-proclaimed artist's mind.
I think this love exists outside of time.

It's tragic—
Hurricanes on Jupiter,
Tripping us up, ripping us apart.
If we get too close,
We'll get it right eventually.
Until then,
Close your eyes.

Hush, Love.

You and I
Were never states at war,
Only states of chaos—
CHAOS,
chaos.

I had that dream again—
Mesopotamia, 722 BCE.
Between the politics and the bathhouse.

Your kindness, my cold, cold heart.
I broke all your chains.
I know the cost is my beheading.
We'll escape in the middle of the night.

Hush, Love.

You and I
Were never states at war,
Only states of chaos—
CHAOS,
chaos.

The world
Views it as black and white
You're turning red, blue... translucent,
Between the politics and the internet.

Your kindness, my cold, cold heart.
I broke all your codes.
I know the cost is my cancellation.
We'll stay up until the dawn breaks.

Hush, Love.

You and I
Were never states at war,
Only states of chaos—
CHAOS,
chaos

I know we could lose everything
If we get too close
In every universe, every timeline
But I won't lose you
And you won't lose me

It's tragic—
Hurricanes on Jupiter.
So close your eyes,
Gliding on fragments of...
Stardust

Hush, Love.

We will never be states of war
Our love exists outside of time.
It's—
Beautiful.
Golden.
Chaos.

Ok, dear
Dec 18, 2024
Jeremy Betts Dec 2024
The only thing one tends to see
Is the person I don't want to be
Silly me
Obviously
The fruit has spoiled on this tree
Despite me
Or in spite of me
I keep coming back but leave empty
Mostly disappointment only
Ignoring the warning from the Canary
I can't stand steady
Amongst a broken levee
I don't have the energy
To be angry
Or for that matter, happy
Both weigh far too heavy
Forced to take a knee
Taken from me
Is the thought of ever being free
Of me
Not even a possible maybe
My full name and bio in permanent ink on generic stationary
There's no further in front of me
That's what's really scary
Trust me

©2024
Andi Leigh Dec 2024
Cat eye like an orange,
Squeezed—pulp dripping
With lives unseen
By human sight; unable
To know
Where the fruitful cat
May go.
Nathan A Brock Dec 2024
O, crawler of the night, I pray
That thou doth not resent this day.
Grudge me not that I must take
A hook to make thy belly ache.

But in this murky pond, methinks..
And as thou on an egg weight sinks,
That swimming knight in plated mail
Might be inclined to munch thy tail.

And thus be caught, yet try to sprint
From straining monofilament.
But I, Oh I, the water's lord
Shall see knight lay on cutting board.

Forgive me, friend, for this, my vice.
I'll not let fade thy sacrifice.
In verse I'll speak thy final plight..
My supper's final meal tonight.

© Nathan A. Brock
Just for fun.
Andi Leigh Nov 2024
Are blueberry skies
Over strawberry fields
And what flavors rise
When they meet?

Do the clouds taste
A bit sour or do you
Suppose they're sweet?
Aqba Qureshi Nov 2024
Five mischievous little kittens
sitting on high chairs, waiting to drink milk.
The large blue bottle of
blue, blue milk spills over the table
–wasted blue milk.
A little indecision, but
all the kittens try to clean the mess they created.
The Sun sleeps at last, after a long, blue day. Sleep, my little one.
You can rest, too, now.
Scarlet McCall Nov 2024
You're my whiskey sour,
my gin and tonic.
You've got the power
to make me crazy
for you.
Slurring my words,
I can't speak.
I'm feeling high;
no longer blue.
I'm walking funny;
I'm falling for you.
Falling down
that rabbit hole.
Take my broken pieces;
make me whole.
I'll take the hangover;
you're my aspirin, too.
****-faced drunk;
drunk with love for you.
Pardon me; I wrote this while ****t-faced drunk.
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