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A true chirstmas carol
written by Trapezium08:24 PM 11/1/04These silver decorations,
Remind me of the razor blades.
The baubles;
So cheery,
So fake.
The christmas lights flash;
So colourful,
The colour is just a mask for the white bulb,
Even ugly things can be so beautiful,
When they put on that mask,
Much like my own.
There's few presents under the tree,
None have my name on,
Did they forget about me?
Scan the christmas cards.
Isn't it amazing,
How such little things,
Bring back such bad memories?
There's a card with a snowman on,
It looks like a snowman I made,
With Sam, and Joey.
We were such good freinds.
And as the sleet falls down,
It reminds me of the tears I cried.
The sleepless nights,
When Sam and Joey died.
The christmas dinners with the gravy,
So bleak,
So dark.
The meat on the plate,
Dead and cold,
Much like the nights I sleep.
I spent over £100 on the little things,
Presents for my family,
And my so called freinds.
They say it's the thought that counts right?
I guess I don't count at christmas time,
No-one thinks about me,
Or looks my way.
No-one returns the gifts,
Or acknowledges them with a thankyou.
No-one would notice,
If I ended my life.
They'd be too busy sorting out important things,
Why would they waste their time on me?
When I could just waste away.
Un-noticed by the world.
That doesn't matter to me,
It's just the fact that people so close,
Don't notice the struggle within.
No one gave me a helping hand,
When my two best freinds died.
I guess they didn't care about the fact,
I'd never see happiness again.
I could look an angel in the eye,
And it'd turn away in disgust,
What have I become?
Christmas pudding with a 10p in.
Notice the catch?
I gotta break MY tooth to get the money,
Then give it away.
They say charity begins at home,
But when family feeds off of your petulent existence,
Don't you think it gets too much?
Oh well,
I can carry the world on my shoulders can't I?
I'm expected to be a superman when I'm wanted.
But most of the time,
I'm not even noticed.
I could crawl up and die,
But no one would care.
No one cares. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Writing about last christmas. The time of year brings back bad memories
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| » Comments / Feedback | by -Crimson_Defeat- (11-2-2004 - 07:57 PM)
| This one was really beautiful. I wrote something about the same thing, actually. *nods* very good job. |
by dacode05 (11-3-2004 - 08:54 AM)
| i'll be low too...ur not alone...great work |
by dacode05 (11-3-2004 - 08:54 AM)
| i'll be low too...ur not alone...great work |
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