Last Day

It's the last day
The last day
Of the old year.

366 new days
To do with what you will.
So use them well.

You Need to Know

And I'm waiting for time
Waiting for courage
To share with you
All my concerns
All my fears
And all my joys.

Because you need to know.
You need to know
What my parents think
You need to know
So you can stay or run.

You also need to know,
That every little thing
You say
Can make me run the gauntlet
Of wild and crazy emotions.

So be careful,
Be yourself,
That is what you need to know.

Christmas come and gone
Another gathering
Of love and remembrance
Banished to memories.

Let them stay,
Old age.
Let me keep my joys.

Little Lost Phone

I posthumously dub thee Bellatrix,
Poor little lost phone.

Ye who shined so bright,
So blue,
And faithfully served me
Until this fateful night.

Where ever you lie,
In this city,
I pray you stay safe
Until I may return for you
And scour the lands,
Returning you safe
To my pocket.

Weeding the Garden

I know you care
And want to know what's wrong,
But oh my love,
I am so much better
At walking away.

I am adept at ignoring heartache.
I am skilled
At stuffing the pain.

To reach into my heart
And try to pull it out,
Weeding the thorns of my garden...

Does the Earth feel it
When we tear roots from her skin?
Does it hurt
To rip the wrong?
Or was it wrong at all?

So let me hold my pain,
Gather it like dust.
Maybe one day,
You can blow it from my shoulders.

I've Got the Joy

"I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy
Down in my heart
Down in my heart
Down in my heart
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy
Down in my heart
Down in my heart, yes Lord!"

When did these songs
Cease to be?
When did we have to grow up
From the simple truths
Contained in childhood melodies?

Because I'm trying to find peace,
But I can't find it
In the breathy, pop-esque
"Wish I was a famous as Katy Perry"
Singers that think they can sing
"O Holy Night" and cater to P!nk.

no

I can't find peace
In this world that thinks
It's God-forsaken.
Isn't it a shame
That the adults in control
Don't know didly squat.

"If the devil doesn't like it
He can sit on a tack!
Sit on a tack!
Sit on a tack!
If the devil doesn't like it
He can sit on a tack!
Sit on a tack to stay!

There's a song that's called
"I Gave Up" from P&F
It's really catchy...

*sigh*

Help me, cher.
I really needs some aid

Seriously.

I don't know
What to get you
For Christmas.

And you say:
"I don't need anything,
Don't want anything,
I have you."

Tis wonderfully romantic.
But won't fly
(until next year
When I'm poor
Due to paying for college
And then it has to work
Both ways).

So help me?

Waiting out
The illness
Waiting out
The pain.
At least I have time
To study
And to write.
That is,
If I have the energy.

So much to say,
But so little time
And no way to say it.

As I sit
and wait for snow
Way past my bedtime,
I sit and marvel at how one day
Began with joy
The next not.

But happy anniversary,
Mon cher.
And I pray the weather is kind.
May the storms
Not batter you
Beyond what your hull can withstand.

May you always walk in sunshine,
May you never want for more.
And may Irish angels
Rest their wings beside your door.