It doesn't feel like Christmas

It just doesn't feel like Christmas.
No it doesn't.
Not at all.
It just doesn't feel like Christmas.
There are presents under the tree,
but the tree is fake.
It can't be Christmas yet, yet it's just three days away.
It just doesn't feel like Christmas.
No it doesn't.
Not at all.
It just doesn't feel like Christmas.
Where's the magic in the air?
The carolers?
Does any one even care?
That it doesn't feel like Christmas.
It just doesn't.
Not at all.
It just doesn't feel like Christmas.
There's no snow, no love, no feel good feelings.
It doesn't feel like Christmas anymore
Can you get too old for Christmas?
I don't know.

So what

So your bigger than other girls- so what?
Not as smart as other people- so what?
You dance funny?  I don't care.
You can never do anything good with your hair.
So what?
So what?
Who cares?
Your lonely days run into lonely nights.
You can't sleep if someone turns out the lights.
You're afraid to try for fear that you'll fail
All that's holding you back is you.
So you're ugly- so what?
So you're weird- so what?
You're not perfect
Your smile's crooked
Your feet are big
You're clumsy-
So what?
This is what's holding you back, why?
You're funny, you're friendly, you've got a cute smile
and sure you're not perfect but nobody is
If you don't learn to laugh and to roll with the punches
you'll live your life in a hole in the ground
So you're imperfect- so what?
So are we all.

Potter

clay
hands
sliding
shifting
two
not one
together
not alone
two minds
together
and
against-
fighting
to mold
each other
to their
respective
wills
each
making
the other
stronger
something
better
more
beautiful
than
before
potter
clay
two minds
together
and against
against
each other
but never
alone

Love poetry

I don't want to write you another love poem
The world is already full of the silly things
written by imagined lovers
pining for what can never be theirs
I don't feel the need to add to their number

I don't want to write you another love poem
I'm worried you'll take it the wrong way
I don't want you to leave me
but I don't want to die all by myself
Maybe I should just tell you how I feel

I don't want to write you another love poem
But I think I'll have to anyways.

If I should ever build a boat

I will name it after you.
It will be as perfect as you are
With tall masts and beautiful, unruffled sails
my boat will be reliable,
sailing strong and steady across stormy seas
it won't sit too low in the water
it won't sit too high either
it won't have a motor
but it will have shorelights
and every time I turn them on,
you'll know what I'm thinking about.
If I should ever build a boat
I will paint it gold and blue
blue for the way I'll feel when I leave it
and gold for the way I'll feel while I sail:
the same way I feel when I see you
the boat won't be perfect
but no one ever is,
it'll be close though, I hope.
If I should ever build a boat
I'll sail it home to you.