People say
Don't throw stones
If you live in a glass house,
But maybe the lesson should be
Don't throw stones, especially
At glass houses

Have a wonderful time
Keep yourself warm
And drink mulled wine
Hold your family close
Love them the most
Celebrate the last week
Of this year we have
Make it count
Spread love
And cheer

Looking forward to
Writing on here
For all of you
In the new year
And the one after
Forever more

last month i jumped
at the thought of wishing
you a happy thanksgiving
but until yesterday it didn't
occur to me that I should
wish you a merry christmas
and I like that, I really
like that.

The fog clears,
and you're standing there.
Wings spread out around you,
in your angelic beauty.

Your black hair is like oil in water,
against the ****** white of your wings.
They hover in the cool air above,
and your eyes, electric blue, pierce my own.

Never in my life had I felt so safe,
and yet know I was in terrible danger as well.
Danger of walking grounds
I had long ago taped shut with caution.

You were made up of every fantasy that lie beneath,
and yet I could feel that you were every fear as well.
The only question in my mind is,
are you my angel from heaven or from hell?

Stare at the evidence,
that weapon you used to **** her.
The blood that stains the carpet,
the frantic smears of tears and fear.

Does it shame you,
knowing what you've done?
Are you guilty,
of what you've become.

Head lowered, eyes cast to the floor,
walking through all of these doors.
You can't look me in the eye,
or tell me why.

But you took her life,
with a dull jagged edge knife.
Buried in her flesh over again,
as she wailed for it to end.

You slung her up and tossed her down,
sealed the deal as you watched her drown.
Dusted off your hands and turned away,
did you think about the life you decided to take?