December

It's the most wonderful time Of the year.

Key

Shining hot suns and Bare trees score a barren world. Loneliness is key.

I’m Comfortable Here

I feel comfortable here: This blanket, This screen, This mug I can curl myself around; I have found a home And you'll have to burn it Before I think about leaving. These walls These rooms, These routines, You'll have to close every door, And seal very window, Before I consider venturing Out further; Before I…

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Confession

I have something to confess:   I don't upload every poem I write.   It's not that I don't trust you, But... It's just... Some things should never Make it out of my head; Some words don't deserve The life I gave them; Some papers just need To be burned.   Some things I am…