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Aditi Dec 2016
It is all about the thing that is the last whisper you hear  before you sleep.
It is all about the lingering feeling of a soft kiss on your lips before you snuggle the night away in his arm.
It is all about the random tide that hits you making you realise how much you're loved,
Like a silent sky people forget about sometimes but is always there when you look up.
It is all about the numbing chilly breeze on a wintery midnight, that makes you feel so much,
The roads and surroundings covered in orangish pink hues,  slowly humming to themselves, luring you in a trance.
It is all about the soft wintery moon smiling down at you,
Or the science exams that bring out your artistic streaks
It is about those moment of tranquillity where every piece falls into the places they belong.
It is all about the stains you get after laying in the grass early morning
Each dew drop looks like a twinkling sun of their own.
It is about getting to taste heaven in your favorite flavor,
And enjoy the sun  kiss your skin.
It is all about nani maa oiling your hair and your mother's eyes twinkling,  while she says you're such a spoiled  kid.
It  is about the hope that someone else  will get the door.
It is all about fluffy socks,  sweater with hand drawn patterns
It is all about flushed cheeks, freezing hands in your friend's pocket
Like the snow flakes that fall,
Unique in their own way,
Every season with itself brings
Its own flavor and shades,
And though summer is well known for  lighting a wildfire  in everyone's heart,
And adrenaline rush of first love,
Winter stands elegantly,  and let things run into a deeper course.
Winter is the best time for sneaking into balcony at midnight and enjoying the stillness and world bathed in an oranges hues.
Rebel Heart Dec 2016
December has come
And time has passed
Who knew without you
This long I'd last

It's weird to think
You won't be here
For Christmas was our
favorite time of the year

Gingerbread houses
and the Christmas trees
Snowball fights
and the cold, cold breeze...

And you won't be here
to save me from the cold
or to wrap me up tight
at night as we grow old

And you won't be here
to chase me around the room
To steal my chocolate cookies
or to escape on a broom

All the nonsense we did
all the jokes we had
are frozen in place
in the Christmas past

And as I set up this tree
and light it up too
I sit here wondering
what do I do

I always love the Holidays,
but I'm thinking of you.
Of all the smiles we shared
and the songs we knew.

And you should know,
I asked Santa for a gift
But I know I won't get it,
I know, I admit.

I even sent a letter
My wish, I couldn't buy,
I wished and I wished
I still had to try...

Because if there's one thing that I knew,
It's that Christmas
Wouldn't be Christmas
Without You
I always wish for you...
Ted Aronis Dec 2016
The warning was clear so the report not so near.
This sound still buzzing in my ear.
The warning of a second shot, They did not want us here.
Quickly we retreat.

We walked on in the snow, Cold and slow, Where to go?
The Cold wind deep the sky peace with Violet.
Yet we still remember the sound. That sound buzzing in my ear
The warning clear, it's slap so near

The snow, Deep and cold and our resolve not so bold period
Current tensions presented through adequate noise.
Quickly scatters us, our intentions been spoiled period
All to do buy a blast of adequate noise.
Trespassing has consequences around these parts.
David P Carroll Nov 2016
As I cry in the
December rain
I'm saddened by
My lonely pain
I'm alone again
No family
No friends
My heart is
Full of heartache
I cannot take
The pain no more
But don't cry for me
As I weep in the rain I see
I'm crying in the rain
Children asleep
Staying warm
Away from my pain
O I'm cold and hurt
In the December rain
O I truly wish
I truly wish
I could only stay warm
In the cold
December rain.
David P Carroll
December Rain
Vida Crow Sep 2016
My strange lover came to me last night
Late December murmurings,
Bruised lips
                      and Hooded Eyes
*[And in the morning when he is gone,
She finds ink scrawlings staining her sheets]
and
Veronika Sep 2016
saw you: like an arrow you shoot
but aimlessly, merely for effect

i saw you: animated like the world was your audience
but i heard what you felt
and your ship is sinking

heard you: melodic tones and harmonious rhythms
but a chorus, do you even believe it
Maybe I'm hearing it wrong

the window
looking through me

tracing my steps as i walk away

you're behind it, intruding
my private love shattered under your gaze


the sun sinks

skies turn grey
The lamp post blink and my path is moonlit

Your curtains hide prisoners 
my mind won't be open again
It was a warm December
It Melted you away

Bluebells only heard by joy
They're saying something about life
I try to understand but it's all foreign

So many miles to walk to reach that clarity that's as clear as snow
But I'm confused why we walk when we had what we were looking for

So I'm drinking cheap wine and smoking Swiss cigarettes

I never cared about things
I only wanted people there
And fields
And skies and everything in between

The day comes around too soon
Brings me back to where we look no further than our screens
And I'm only skin deep

And Im always outside your window, within which my spirit is trapped
And I get no service
I get no air
Somber sweet
            December breeze
    Sift unto
                           My skin
      with ease.

                                   Bring the crystal crunch
                                               of white
                                          Lift each spirit
                                         With your might

Freeze in place the lines we'll make
as frosty folks
elate

Adorn smiles with your taste
As sweet delights do get ate

Amid that wintry starlit awe
Orion ensures the end of fall
Pleiades glistens oh so gently
A sight so merry, it fills my reverie!

Whisper to the chilling cold,
That stubborn air, so proudly bold:
        "Bring them flakes and hopeful wake"
                                                                              
                                                    So it may snow
                                                                                           So it may hold.
Chess Perditus May 2016
How.. Do I reciprocate
your efforts to delineate
my weakness, when you,
time and time again,
pretend to
arbitrate?

Remember?
December drove me deftly down destruction's path.
The hours passed.
Unfeeling recollection would sustain my wrath
again.
Colten White May 2016
Some memories are tears frozen
on your eyes,
like frost on a December window.
Life through those lenses may be blurred,
but time will clear your sight
when warmer days bring a thaw,
and roses to view in spring.
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