#tistheseason - Hello Poetry

Here we hang, dressed in our very best. When someone walks past, we hold our breath, hoping that someone notices. The lights blink all around us, the flicker of warmth in cheap plastic bulbs. The tree shakes us awake every time we think that we’re about to go to sleep. We tremble enough as it is, being this close to each other. I look forward to Thanksgiving. normally, that’s when the tree comes out, as well as the garland. Soon after, I get a chance to hang by you, seamlessly doing nothing. Though we hang on hooks, it cannot replace the feeling of being next to you our reflection mirroring one another. Even if no one else notices, soon after Christmas, we go back into our boxes, until the same time next year. While we’re here, I wanted to let you know that I cherish these times. Seamlessly hanging with you, doing nothing. Every moment an ornament falls and crashes into the ground. I don’t want that to be the case between us until we are cracked and dull. I enjoy the time I spend beside you, even if there isn’t anything to do but hang in anticipation, until next year

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Dec 25, 2024

Dec 25, 2024 at 3:42 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Ornaments Have Feelings Too

Here we hang, dressed in our very best. When someone walks past, we hold our breath, hoping that someone notices. The lights blink all around us, the flicker of warmth in cheap plastic bulbs. The tree shakes us awake every time we think that we’re about to go to sleep. We tremble enough as it is, being this close to each other. I look forward to Thanksgiving. normally, that’s when the tree comes out, as well as the garland. Soon after, I get a chance to hang by you, seamlessly doing nothing. Though we hang on hooks, it cannot replace the feeling of being next to you our reflection mirroring one another. Even if no one else notices, soon after Christmas, we go back into our boxes, until the same time next year. While we’re here, I wanted to let you know that I cherish these times. Seamlessly hanging with you, doing nothing. Every moment an ornament falls and crashes into the ground. I don’t want that to be the case between us until we are cracked and dull. I enjoy the time I spend beside you, even if there isn’t anything to do but hang in anticipation, until next year

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A huge wide cheerful grin spread across her face as she unwrapped his present of eternal love. She looked over with pure happiness to him and said, "Thank you Jesus."

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Dec 25, 2017

Dec 25, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC

lex7990

The True Present of Today

A huge wide cheerful grin spread across her face as she unwrapped his present of eternal love. She looked over with pure happiness to him and said, "Thank you Jesus."

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I pop open the blister pack and poke the pill through, dip it in sugar to mimic an advent calendar. The doors are endless, a childhood dream. I can’t get used to the lightness of despair. I’ve mastered depression- damp, bell-heavy, but despair? It’s almost ethereal. Fairy lights in the breeze, a brief twinkle the wink of a tealight before it concludes. The children hand me treasures they’ve found in the mud Forest School, or playing outside as it used to be called, before everything needed branding. I smile, another leaf for my hair more stones for my pocket. Anchors in open water. ‘Are you okay, Miss?’ I sink into mauve bubbles, not trying to drown only grounding my weight again. Lilac shimmers the water and I trickle it over me, smearing life across sallow skin. My Rudolph earrings hang florid tinsel etches my scalp. It’s the Nativity today and my beaming face will echo that of the angels. Happy.

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Dec 16, 2020

Dec 16, 2020 at 8:11 AM UTC

JadeLW

Trying to be festive

I pop open the blister pack and poke the pill through, dip it in sugar to mimic an advent calendar. The doors are endless, a childhood dream. I can’t get used to the lightness of despair. I’ve mastered depression- damp, bell-heavy, but despair? It’s almost ethereal. Fairy lights in the breeze, a brief twinkle the wink of a tealight before it concludes. The children hand me treasures they’ve found in the mud Forest School, or playing outside as it used to be called, before everything needed branding. I smile, another leaf for my hair more stones for my pocket. Anchors in open water. ‘Are you okay, Miss?’ I sink into mauve bubbles, not trying to drown only grounding my weight again. Lilac shimmers the water and I trickle it over me, smearing life across sallow skin. My Rudolph earrings hang florid tinsel etches my scalp. It’s the Nativity today and my beaming face will echo that of the angels. Happy.

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