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All I Want For Christmas
Oh, all I want for Christmas is a smaller set of breasts:
Forget about the candy canes, the eggnog and the rest.
Hey Santa, if you're listening then let me really stress,
I mean it when I say I need to 'get this off my chest'!!!
I 'member how I used to play in mother's cast-off clothes;
The evening dress, the high heels and the baggy pantyhose.
I'd stuff my top with kleenex 'til the bodice hit my nose:
Gee, whoda thunk I'd end up with a pair bigger than those?!?!?!
When older, I tried basketball but I'd just end up sore.
I'd bounce the ball across the court but both my breasts bounced more!
And golf was just a waste of time-I seldom
Christmas-timeNow colored lights throw vibrant sprites
In arcs around the trees
The burning wicks of candlesticks
Bow low before the breeze
The powdered snow and mistletoe
Contribute to the cheer:
And young and old don't mind the cold
For Christmas-time is near.
Now stockings grace the fireplace
And children wait with glee
For soon, they know, the space below
Their decorated tree
Will fill with stuff – oh, soon enough
Their presents will appear –
For by the laws of Santa Claus,
Their Christmas-time is near.
Now eggnog flows, and winter blows
Its fury o'er the hills
We warm our hands and dream of lands
Outside the windowsills.
Her Broken WingYou never saw a girl hold quite so much beauty
But looking pretty has always been her duty
She never deserved such life of cruelty.
Almost angelic, her dress a dark shade of white
There's something about her that isn't quite right
Un-noticed in all but a certain light.
The expression on her porcelain face, pale as a corpse...
The disturbing looks of anguish, pain and remorse
The face of a young woman aged by force.
Sadness curling the corners of her lips
She moves in the same way an old record skips
And she's at the mercy of my fingertips.
You can't giftwrap a kiss but she'
Peppermint Mocha Litmas 2005Peppermint Mocha
Standing outside of Starbucks
Sipping my Peppermint Mocha
Scarf tightly bundled around my neck
Carrying their candied-coloured shopping bags
Of Christmas gifts to be
For their loved ones
Blending with the busy sounds
Of traffic -
Cars driving by
The cold breeze
Brush at my cheeks
Sensations leaving my face flush-red
Like the colour of the Starbucks cup
Glitters of snowflakes descending
Upon the winter afternoon sun
The sweetness of chocolate
And the cool taste of peppermint
With only the coffee keeping me warm
I take another sip
The snow falls harder
Whitening the sunny skie
Crossing the Mountain
How temporary this bittersweet calm inside,
before the reign of children broken and sore
and stepping over cloth laid out to catch mud
breaks clarion over solitude shrinking and blue.
They've crossed the mountain to join the fun,
run gay banter through air once still, and still
the afternoon is not yet settled in this mood
and a multitude of clothing is unbuttoned.
Setting a bell jar on my family while we eat,
early places set for little hearts warm-blooded
as oxen, and wolves run in the fallen white,
we jovial lovers joined in merriment and stones.
Steal me a heart, or a yellow-gold glory, now
blowing and cursing again this eart
MemoriesYou hold the knife to your wrist,
Has it really come to this?
You heart is full of pain,
Butdoes this mean the joy you felt was all in vain?
You tell yourself it's something you must do,
What about all the people who love you?
You're sure to the it was just a game,
But immediatly you're filled with shame,
With a quick motion, you slice your wrist,
No more pain, no more bliss,
As the blood seeps through the cracks,
Your head fills with memories of the past,
Some good, some bad,
But all of the life you had,
The way how every Christmas,
Your dad would dress as Santa and hand out presents,
And every summer your siblings would go
I Miss The Past
I Miss The Past
By: Adam Rosner
I miss the cool music and the nice vibes,
The awesome trends and those stoned guys,
The crazy hippies and Sonny and Sher,
The tie-dye T-shirts and those people with that funky hair.
I miss the Jackson Five and the drunken fights,
John Lennon, Ronald Reagan, and Disco Saturday night.
The green fields and the festive wild parties,
Afros, good food, and those teenagers who would say, "Narlie."
I remember the old stories of the people who've been,
And those protesters that would rant again, and again, and again.
A time when friends were friends, and everyone had an a voice.
A time where people were sm
Our Sweet December
Out of the boxes that sleep in the cellar
Comes the wintry décor of wondrous stellar
Tinsel delights surround our home
Our worries lost in the euphoric foam
A gathering of love sprinkled upon cake
Another year warmer nip takes a break
Chocolate confections encircle the air
Inhale the aroma and exhale a prayer
Lord, Keep us so close, living hand in hand
While we celebrate the knot of our precious strand
And when the last Christmas graces our life
Please take us as one, a husband and wife
I hope that we'll meet in our sweet December
Of all of our months it's the one I'll remember
my christmas joyi've seemed
my christmas joy
a happy holiday
all i can
is how you passed
the night before
i can still
feel the scream
your mother gave
i was miles away
when she went
to your room
and found you dead
on our lives,
it put a weigh
and to think
i talked to you
the day before
and you said
that you'de be fine
but i guess
to hard to handle
and thats why
you gave your life
and i'm mad
for being selfish
we needed you here
now your mom's
for you every year
just the thought brings me
Awaken in my arms,
Sweet child of mine,
And all you need know is how to breathe.
Always remember how to breathe.
In a world of torment and endless distress,
Her innocence will be her only flaw.
As she ventures into the light of tomorrow,
Unaware of the inevitable collision she'll face..
A happy soul and a joyous occasion,
Torched by a riot of depressive behaviour.
What ever happened to our Christmas days?
I miss them.
Suffocated with such anger and hatred,
She stripped herself of all she had dreamt,
laying her halo down to rest,
And it's Christmas.. a beautiful Christmas day,
but Daddy isn't home
& Mummy doesn
Christmas TimeChristmas time is for games and fun,
December is considered a 'Celebrating Month',
Cookies and cakes are prepared for this special day,
Presents are bought for both the young and grey.
It's a time filled with gifts and sweets,
Christmas time is truly a treat,
Children will make snowmans in the snow,
Couples will kiss under the mistletoe.
The presents will be placed under the tree,
Gifts and pudding for the whole family.
But Christmas isn't just about gifts and snow,
It's about something that everyone should know,
Christmas is the birthday of Jesus, remember that
It isn't about eating turkey and getting fat.
Happiness and joy s
merry litmas competitionIt was the night before xmas,
when all though DA,
all the stuff run ryit,
keeping xmas at bay.
realitysquared and suzi9mm keeping violation away.
hexentanz and ewm you know who they are,
answering your questions without leaving a scar.
dinyctis with all the news,
keeping out anything that gives the blues.
All of the prints team,
working as hard as can be,
sending them out leaving nothing but steam.
DA wish you all a merry xmas,
and a happy new year,
the best for teh future,
2006 we will all see you there.
Home for ChristmasThe television showed complete victory.
Peace was a promise just over the next dune.
Presents were spread unopened.
The leaders promised a Christmas Homecoming.
Twisted wreckage sat on the freeways.
A cigar sat cold on the end table.
It was a matter of mission first and people always.
Smoldering signs of victory littered the road.
A lone tree was left, unattended, in the corner.
Shiverlet's make some teenage mistakes.
it would be worth it
i'd make it worth it,
stand in the cold
for nothing else,
dark lights pushing
through the sky.
wrap up and shiver,
stand quietly out front,
looking side to side
for a pair of yellow tinted beams
to part the misty air,
an engine to creep through shadows
and slow wheels to touch
that will stop before my feet.
the click of the locks
allows me in,
silently slamming doors.
begin to ring clear -
we'll lie down,
we'll wrap up,
chills still following
(can never stop the shaking
the never-ending need for something more
'Tis the SeasonThe lights are on, the tree is up,
yes, 'tis the season.
The stars are out and a warm coffee cup,
yet tears flow without reason.
Is it memories long gone and dead,
or nausea from the pulsing lights?
I cannot say, it is not said,
through this strange and sullen night.
Why do tear stains mark the heart?
For others, this time means joyful peace.
Perhaps it's the onion being cut,
but these tears will not be appeased.
I think about my ponderings,
and wonder how to please them.
But although all my thoughts are grim,
yes, 'tis the season.
At the end of a bad dayThe day weighing down on my lungs
Air drew me to the surface
A wash of blue over the horizon and I burst through
Water swished over my face, a prayer to the sea.
The prow of the lightpost brought mometary fame
As the rustling hedges and their translucent leaves applauded.
I sailed past, an actress at the end of an evening's performance
And became myself, makeup off and a naked heart.
His love letterI love you.
I had to say it, it's been 3 words burnt into my heart for a while now. I hear those words whispered into my ear by an unknown spirit as I try to sleep, the pounding in my chest when I see you spells it out in an amorous morse code. As you walk past me in the street, I feel my blood course faster in my veins, an electrical storm brewing in the depths of my desperate body. Each word you speak to me, each glorious syllable uttered by my tormentor and goddess is recorded in my head like I'm a tape recorder, and I replay the conversation over and over to try and discover any hint of a secret passion which holds the key to my despa
The Glass HeartMy heart has hit the floor
And the shattered pieces of my conscious self
Stabbing into my porcelain frame
and all I can do
Is keep safe these shards of my heart of glass
Til he takes my smashed soul
And like a careful craftsman
Makes me a thing of beauty
And places me back onto my unsteady pedestal
Perfect and whole with his touch
Love and DeathI fell for the wrong guy, not in my eyes but in those of my religion, my family, everything I held dear. But, just knowing Ian. . . . that name bristles my eyes with tears . . . son of Simon Campbell, Unionist M.P. . . loved me and was loved in return by me, daughter of an IRA man. I wish my feelings for him were never reciprocated, maybe he'd still be here to maintain he is my mate while sneakily flirting with me, hinting at things to come while telling me tales about his weekend as I gaze longingly into his sapphire blue eyes. Oh I knew all about him, my dad had forbidden me from ever so much as communicating with that "prot scum", as he sa
GigIn a mass orgy of sweaty, flailing limbs
My heart soars to the music I've heard a million times before
A new dimension
As the second guitarist lifts his head vaguely in my direction
I become convinced I saw him wink at me
Guitarist's darling for life
Mistletoe and WineAnd there went my heart
Tied up in tinsel
A prisoner to the season of goodwill
I drew myself in for that sherry filled kiss
And the promise of a brighter new year
You pulled away
The look of biting disgust
A rotten clementine touching your tongue
A christmas pudding, when you hoped for a cracker
My shame a candle, drawing moths.
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