leave me alone for Christmas
December 10, 2007
Like in a glass-sided beehive,
the poor and dying press
against the window of my mind.
I cover the glass with candy canes
and Santas.
wrestling with congruency
Like in a glass-sided beehive,
the poor and dying press
against the window of my mind.
I cover the glass with candy canes
and Santas.
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December 10, 2007 at 4:22 pm
this is a repost from last year
December 10, 2007 at 11:22 pm
Heartbreaking because of its prevelence and in some cases, subtlety.
December 11, 2007 at 2:13 am
If we only lived a quarter of what our hearts tell us to believe there would be no angry poems.
I am listening to Soulive do a cover of Stevie Wonder’s Jesus Children. I love Stevie.