Sneaking, ugly, nasty mean companions
Like rainstorm thunderclouds threatening to break
Elusive spindly creeping shadows
Clinging to hope; a Black Widow in her web
Obscuring sunshine in tornadic chaos-fury
Drowning moonlight with shrieking ghastly howls
Sleep disturbed by bloody nightmares
Cold sweat showers when she wakes
Bitter disjointed garbled train wreck memories
A sickening swirl surrounding sanity
Nausea-inducing paranoia
Hardly deterred by heavy drowsy slumber
No demons to defeat by barely-valiant hero
Self-destruct on autopilot from within
Aching loneliness and ugly disappointment lie
With such choking gasping near-sincerity
When soul becomes destroyed by mind
I’ve nigh forgotten that it’s me
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
No Snow in Paradise
So exciting,
All the lighting
Decked-out boats
And Christmas floats
Steel Pan soundtrack
Riding bare-back
Twinkling palm tree
Christmastime novelty
Sand between toes
But nobody knows
Dreams of snowfall,
Beer, and football
Brothers on the sofa
I’m sipping on a mocha
Waking up to frost
Reminding me of time I’ve lost
Queuing up for Boat Parade
This year feels like a charade
Calling Daddy on the phone
Is not the same as being home
Little sis decorates the tree
Wonder if they think of me?
On the beach for Christmas Day
For once I wish I were away
Holidays in Paradise
Still smell of pumpkin spice
But waves crashing on the sand
Don’t sound like Winter Wonderland
All the lighting
Decked-out boats
And Christmas floats
Steel Pan soundtrack
Riding bare-back
Twinkling palm tree
Christmastime novelty
Sand between toes
But nobody knows
Dreams of snowfall,
Beer, and football
Brothers on the sofa
I’m sipping on a mocha
Waking up to frost
Reminding me of time I’ve lost
Queuing up for Boat Parade
This year feels like a charade
Calling Daddy on the phone
Is not the same as being home
Little sis decorates the tree
Wonder if they think of me?
On the beach for Christmas Day
For once I wish I were away
Holidays in Paradise
Still smell of pumpkin spice
But waves crashing on the sand
Don’t sound like Winter Wonderland
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