Every year you say to yourself,
This year will be different.
I won’t let the darkness get to me.
But this darkness is not metaphorical.
It’s very real and very physical.
It surrounds you, oppresses you,
And you can only hold out for so long.
Eventually, it gets inside you.
It suffocates your sanity,
And smothers your joy.
You feel yourself withering away,
Like a sun-starved plant,
Wilting in the dark.
Monthly Archives: December 2012
Depletion
Perfectionism
is vampiric.
It grabs me.
Possesses me.
Shakes me apart.
Cuts me open.
Feeds on me.
Until every last drop
of my self-esteem
is depleted.
Happy Holidays!
I see happy families taking Christmas pictures with Santa Claus at the mall…
I see happy families lighting candles at home…
I see happy moms preparing elaborate holiday meals…
I see smiling dads putting up Christmas decorations outside…
I see eager children waiting for presents…
I see the bottom of a glass of Scotch, alone in an empty house… But I’m not alone, I have loneliness, melancholy, and Cutty Sark to keep me company.
Date Priorities
So, it’s triple twelve today.
Let’s contain ourselves, okay?
‘Cause it just another date,
Set by arbitrary fate.
And it’s really no big thing,
It just looks more interesting.
No need to scream and shout.
It’s the twenty-first,
That we should be worried about.
Nobel Etiquette
A smart woman, clever and wise,
Said on winning her first Nobel prize,
“I’d be moved to tears,
Were it a jury of my peers,
But it’s made up of men I surmise.”
CHRISTMAS INSIGHT
Every year,
I fight the cheer,
I play along,
But listen here;
It’s not that easy,
The yule thing,
All the joy,
And all the bling,
I do okay,
I coast along,
Good greetings here,
A Christmas song,
But underneath,
It’s just a play,
I promise to,
Ignore the day,
But every year,
It’s just the same,
Come Christmas day,
I shed the game,
No matter how,
I’ve fought and torn,
I awake on Christmas morn,
Overwhelmed,
By Christmas spirit,
No matter how,
I fight and fear it,
It overtakes me,
None discreetly,
As Dickens wrote,
I’m done completely,
I’m overcome,
And what is worst,
My heart expands,
So it might burst,
On the 26th,
It’s gone to sand,
But on the 25th,
My fellow man,
Can do no wrong,
Not a single one,
I’m opened wide,
My plans undone,
For on that day,
Christmas bells toll,
Some kind of magic,
Takes control,
No matter how I feel,
Throughout the year,
On this one day,
It all seems clear,
That Love profound,
Clear, unadorned,
Can change the world,
How it’s been formed
Yes on Christmas day,
I understand,
Our real strength,
When we can stand,
As one,
A single human race,
A collective will,
And take our place,
All colour, creed,
Religion gone,
Bound as one,
And moving on,
To our next phase,
Of evolution,
When we move from problem,
To solution,
But so powerful,
Is this clear insight,
It’s only there,
For Christmas night,
On that one day,
We stand embracing,
Then after wonder,
What we’re chasing,
A memory, a thought,
A “what could be”,
If only all,
Yes, you and me,
Could connect our hearts,
And feel the way,
That we all feel,
On Christmas day.
Neurotic Christmas
We have an uneasy, awkward,
Relationship with happiness.
As if Being Happy is wrong.
Offensive to those living
In poverty and despair.
Remember the Band Aid boys,
Guilt-tripping everyone,
For having a good time?
Oh, how could you? For shame!
For daring to enjoy Christmas,
When others are suffering?
If you’re not already
A miserable bastard,
You’ll surely be one,
By the end of this song.
Why, thanks guys.
I was about to have fun,
But you caught it just in time.
Everybody Hurts
You are not alone. The Holiday Season can be difficult. Hopefully you have friends and family that love you. Even if you do not, you have yourself. Love yourself. You have potential. You have worth. If you need help… Get help… There is no shame in that. You are not alone.
Stroller Coaster
Got stuck in a traffic jam today,
But not the most usual kind.
For this was a jam of baby prams,
That surrounded me on all sides.
Just could not avoid,
Those pushers annoyed,
Trying hard not to bump or collide.
I was stuck on a stroller coaster,
Hanging on till the end of the ride.
An Ode To Winter’s Cruelness…
Snow and ice can be quite nice,
But makes your walk a trip,
Careful judgment every step,
To guard that you don’t slip,
It’s precarious at best,
With each step you take a chance,
Still that’s magnified by far,
When you add the toilet dance,
Because there’s nothing quite as scary,
Knowing if you fall you’ll very,
Very likely shit your pants.