Christmas for the Dead
In the graveyard
with holly and mistletoe
on old oak trees
bare limbs and tinsel
a celebration past sundown
paper snowflakes on headstones
and candy cane bouquets
that can’t be eaten by those with
missing fingerbones and teeth in odd places
and no nose to redden
from the biting chill of eve
but they gather and lounge
on hills that are their final home
to proclaim the festivities are for all
and to all a goodnight
Text: “What’s the height of stupidity?”
“Hey guys.”
I feel like my friend group makes fun of the taller ones more than the shorter ones. I also honestly love all the character’s I’ve created so far. Any ideas for some new ones?
be free the insects labor tirelessly dutifully carrying out an agenda of an agenda drone bees lose sight of who they are without realizing they drone into workers without realizing worker bees forget why & who they are laboring for - sappy
Last Winter
ice webbing
a glass floor fallen
through thudding ear drums
driving choking breaths
borrow seconds
weigh options
hold for saving graces
the cold weighing
down
down
down
give organs pause
slow the trickle of blood gone bad
vicious is the water
speaking silent thoughts
goodbyes to those
not drowning
Ringo makes their first friend.
Text: “Hey!”
“Would you say that you’re more of an…”
” “ARR” pirate, or a”
” “YO-HO-HO!!” pirate??”
I personally can’t relate to this one at all honestly! Thats illegal what he’s doing 🙂
Can you guess the references?
