#wishlist
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Dear Santa,
It's been a pretty rough few years, as I'm sure you're aware.
I tried to be nice whenever naughty had me in the crosshairs.
But I'm at the end of my rope, between overtime and the sleepless nights.
I imagine reaching out to you-know-who, but it fills me with fright.
I'm afraid that she'd be upset, or angry, or even worse, that she hates me.
Yet, I dream of her smile, and the thought of her laugh still elates me.
You remember when I was a kid, and I asked for spaceships and lasers?
Then, when I only wanted to look into her eyes as a lovelorn teenager?
I'll admit, I still want that as an adult, but now I pine for the little things.
Hearing her opinions on commercial jingles could give my heart wings.
Well, you granted me a gift on that long-ago Christmas.
So, I'm gonna hope for hope and tell you my wish list:
Give her all that she needs, and all that her heart desires,
Give her a hug from me, even if she doesn't know it's mine.
Deliver to her health and happiness in abundance,
Deliver her hope, even if it appears to be chance.
Send her and hers joy and peace in this holiday season,
And send her my love, even if she knows not the reason.
Always,
Jason
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
*Capture me the sun
and I’ll worship you by day
Lasso me the moon
and I’ll turn the tide
Irrigate me an ocean
and I’ll drink to a stupor
Promise me time
and the seconds I’ll bide*
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Can you hear my pleas?
I’ve been coming up empty;
been taking heed,
but always coming up empty.
A blank wish list
each time I hit the surface.
Failure in store
flipping, crashing to the shore,
and I’ve been afraid
this chaos will forget my name;
petrified of remorse
just soaking up my source.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Can you please lend me your eyes?
Don't be long, I promise.
Please, let me show you what I see in you.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
I wish today to write a poem
with eleven wishes in it
And before I do that I wish some coffee
to prevent my psyche from split
Such poor handwriting, should then
I wish for better calligraphy
And with all messy impromptu,
I wish to get a new copy
Sipping down the bitter taste,
I always wished to feel better
A wishlist without her mention,
It will just be a fiddle
There are whole lot of wishes,
I wish around and with her
Fitting them together with skip
Other wishes shan't be in hamper
Getting high inhaling nature
my wish further for solitude
How I wish to reach every creation
and fill them with gratitude
The poem just began
if I could wish more
Stupid ending happens
when my coffee is over
More coffee!!!!
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC