The beautiful dread is here once again,
As fresh winter weather walks on through the nations;
Keeping secrets never to be told.
Gather your wealth and make sure there is plenty to spare
For soon your red man will be there.
Stocking goodies for you and for me,
In the morning only shall we see.
Ah the treats, this one to you
That one from me.
Long last this sweet satisfaction.
Look out the window,
What's that- there?
A winter color but one that should go.
An evil color,
One we all know.
Living through the worst of times
And always, through the best of times.
It runs like water
And flows with mistaken memories,
But takes the given effect to cause a clatter.
Thus the effects of sweet sorrow,
Your hollow tears,
My Endless Nirvana.
Happy Holidays.
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Poetry
just some poems i come up with.... note that they might not be the best.. but it's just something.. ya know?
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but i'm a little confused about the sadness behind some of it, don't you like christmas?