Soft snow falling,
Kissing the white tops of the trees.
It'll be a white Christmas this year,
First one my baby cousin will ever see.
His sleepy eyes and rosy nose,
Does he know that his joy will simply grow,
When Saint Nickolas completes his flight?
No I doubt he'd know that tonight is the night,
Of the birth of Jesus Christ.

No, but he will learn,
All in time as bed hours turn.
A yawn catches me drifting off,
As I sip my spiced cider and listen to the Christian hymns.
Staring into the golden lights of Grandmother's "Angel Tree,"
I often wonder, did baby Jesus know, he was sent by God,
To save our souls?
Or did he find his light along the way?

I'd ask the pastor,
But tonight the church is quiet.
Waiting for Christmas Mass tomorrow,
While young children are tucked into bed,
Drifting dreams of presents fighting the will to wait up for Saint Nick.

And as the candles fade,
I figure it is my time as well.
To turn to bed,
And await the sleigh of Santa Claus.
This Christmas though,
He will not be able to bring me what I want.
Unless, I could catch a ride,
On his magic flight.
Visit the ocean,
And sing "White Christmas," with you one more time.

But matter not what I long for,
I will slip away to sleep eventually.
'Merry Christmas to all,
And to all, a good night.'

I feel little,
Compared to the poets whos' poems trend for days.
If they came 'hot off the press,'
They'd burn the printer's office down.
Their flow is perfect, and every poem has a clear purpose in their line up.
How can I be like them?
Traveler, Peter Garrett, Ben Noah Suresh,
All big names.
They have years of experience compared to me,
Traveler's poem trended so much it's temperature matched the year.
If I asked nicely,
Could he teach me how to make my poems great?
I learn so much from every poem on here I read,
Liana's a person, a poet, a vine.
That nobody cares about the number on the scrapbook poem,
They just care they're there.
I write because I want to show people a window into my life,
But deep down there's a part of me,
That wants to be famous more than anything.
So here I am,
Feeling little,
Feeling small.

Who took my happy days?
How come I didn't see them,
When they came to steal my times of joy?
I remember walking for hours in the evenings,
I remember staying up late with friends.
Who stole them from me,
When I wasn't looking?
I remember loving like the world was going to end,
I remember cuddling up with you.
Your kiss was so warm,
I loved those freckles that spread across your face.
Who lead you away,
Did you look back?
When the invisible man took you from me?
Where did my joy go?
I remember I would get scolded for smiling too much,
Now I've forgotten how to smile.
Why'd they take my smile away?
What did I do to deserve to lose it?
Where'd they go,
My happy days.

Every
Birthday candle
Angel hour
Fountain coin
Church prayer
Dandelion blow

I wish for the same thing.
I'm still waiting for my wish to come true.

I overslept again today.
Terrified of living life.

Too afraid.
To chase the sun.

I wish on the stars.
To play their part.

Wondering if I will ever be,
Good enough?

To live the life I've always dreamed.
Instead of falling fast asleep.

There's no room for me to breathe.
Suffocating and sabotaging.

The life I want for the life I don't.
Wasting away another day.

Running on empty.
Will it always be this way?

Instead I'll fall fast asleep.
Dreaming of what my life could be.

through cycles of laughter and anger
for the smallest of reasons,
you cut me off as i say “but
it’s-”

lost, the words i search for,
scavenging, but not found
x marks the spot but the map lies within
you


the ocean that separates us figuratively,
literally, as the tide rolls in to cover the last remains
of a thought not said, just left as
that

emotions masked by a blank stare
as that’s the only option
where does the problem lie, in
i?

if we can’t see eye to eye
why would i wait for a lie
to turn into a dream if that’s not what i
want

dreams are meant to be chased
but how can that be when i see
differently, just to hold on to hope and say
“but-”

six feet remain available
but the hole too deep to dig
i can’t **** a dream if i can’t write the
will

and i push myself to believe
but some things aren’t meant to be
even though i don’t like to say
never

but this time maybe
and i can only hope
but it’s easy to hope for something you don’t
have


and it’s easy to say it’s me
how could it be you
When the issue is that
i’m

not in a position to have you close
not mentally or physically
and i think it’s because i’m
too

caught up in my own world
i reach and hope and pray and wish
but you’re too
far

and if it’s not meant to be
then where’s the sign
no hands to tell, so it’s indefinitely
away

because there’s no time to tell
and no time to figure it out
and i’m not there, so there’s no time
to

ask, or talk, so silently,
i watch and listen
and wait on
hold

however long that may be
my heart and hope lies within
myself, and the faith in
you


awareness in one,
and the other unaware of the awareness
because i’m just
the

boy from far away
the wanderer, the dreamer
hoping that the
girl

far away can one day
watch my dream come true
as i say “hey, i’m
from

far away, and i’ve been dying
to meet you, and i’ve been longing
and i figured i’d find you in
france”

but for now i find you in my dreams
as i grasp onto wavering faith
dreaming, hoping
that

one day i can find you
and when i do, i’ll tell you about these dreams
and make promises that
i’ll

keep, but, it might be time
to recognise the truth
that it will happen
never

truth is, you never cut me off
because you’re the girl from france,
the one i’ll never
have


it’s you that i want but will never have
i’m too far away to hold you
the girl from france that i’ll never have

I dream, I dream, I dream
I dream for a life much bigger than this
And for the hope of the Lady Wealth's kiss
To be known by both Mister and Miss
I dream for a life much bigger than this
I want a life with a forever lasting smile
A goal, a dream that'll be worth my while
Sailing across a sea of gold
Knowing there's no other way this can unfold
From now on I'll only be winning
Just you wait, this is just the beginning
I don't dream of love
I don't dream of health
I don't dream of fame
I don't dream of wealth
I won't cross paths with the black cat's hiss
Because I dream of a life much bigger than this
I've dreamt of a life much bigger than this
I'm dreaming of a life much bigger than this
This is my redemption, myself I will redeem
I dream, I dream, I dream