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Liz Apr 2014
I wish
It were Christmas 
Because I love the frenzy
And excuses it brings.

It's a beautiful 
Excuse to not do 
The ******* things 
In life that we spend 
Our lives doing.

The fairy lights 
Entwined in the trees
Cross continents 
With the buzz
of electricity.

I wish it were 
Christmas because
It brings the beautiful 
Excuse to love
Extravagantly. 

Just as we love
The icy daisies
Of spring I love
The warm branches 
Of bare Christmas Trees

I wish it were Christmas
Because I want to 
Hang the rosewood
Baubles round 
And see the glitter of sequin
Bunting strung happily
About the bedrooms.

I love the beautiful 
Excuses brought
In the gifts bought 
And how love is sieved 
Through in the snow.
I miss christmas ok!
Wednesday Apr 2014
I once sat on a blood stained pedestal
praying to a god made out of porcelain and water

I once saw through my enemies and
crushed their spirits under my black combat boots

I lie in the face of police
I lie in the face of my mother

I wear these scars like a noose
Lauren Rayne Apr 2014
You'll hear a million excuses pass these lips,
Just know that they're all lies.

The truth is I'm just terrified.
a coward in life if there ever was one.
i Mar 2014
now,
that your anger
has soothed down,
you are calm and
you have that guilty face
on you,
the one that you
always have,
when you know
you were wrong.
you're biting
your red, swollen lip,
and your repeated excuses,
i will not take anymore,
i have heard them too many times,
the tension in the air,
is telling us
that our time is
done,
for good.

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