The Pub

Vibrant sea of holiday merry makers

Swirls incessantly around me, cacophonous

Jubilant in their social interactions

Bundled up against the persistent cold outside

Wind howling with fervor and creating

A bitter, freezing canyon of the alleyway

Jewel bright lights twinkle gaily

Diametrically opposed to the mood

Striking up within me and without

Remnants

Remnants of time permeate the atmosphere

Vestiges of small moments in this life

Where contentment seemed the merest

Of possibilities, both real and imagined

Swiftly fading to nothing and soon will

Be gone and lost, leaving only nothing

Vast and empty but with hope for more

Be Kind

 The holidays are difficult for so many and for so many different reasons. There is so much pressure in the media and from family to be happy. So much pressure to enjoy the season and be festive. I feel for any and all of us struggling through this time. I knew this one would be difficult. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I too would struggle even more than I usually do. I so desperately want to enjoy Christmas time and all the other parts of this time of year. In the end...I just can't. 

 My personal reasons aren't important. The reasons of others, aren't important. If you're reading this, please, remember to just be kind to people. We never know what they're going through. So much of this world has lost the ability to be empathetic and kind. It has become a society of "me first" and it shows on a daily basis. Ultimately, I'll put on a happy face each day until mid-January. I'll go through the motions to show everyone that the holidays are great. I'll watch my favorite Christmas movies, mostly the ones that aren't so Christmassy (is that a word?) and walk alone around Christmas markets. I'll shop for friends and family, I'm an amazing gifter, and hit up the family events. Mostly though, I'll just try to do my best to be patient and kind and good a human.

Imprisoned

I feel imprisoned by words

Held captive by language

Enthralled by every concept

Of the written and the spoken

Jim Carroll's "lavish tyranny of words"

Written large onto my psyche

Every fucking song lyric

Poems by the handful, reduce me

To the very core of emotion

As surely as if I'm chained up

A prisoner of construct

Feedback, comments, questions

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Thanks to any and all who read this, my forum for expression and sorting out my life.