Christmas Shenanigans

5am Christmas Morning 2018

Twas the night before Christmas out in the country
Everyone was sleeping Snoring can be heard all through the house
My gun close by if I were to see a mouse

The stockings are hung by the chimney with care
I hope this yummy chocolate candy wasn’t meant to go in there

Out in the hall I made a big clatter
Gathering all the necessities for a little late night platter

It was a long drive here
And a few cappuccinos has me wired up so sleep is not near

Visions of family time, gifts and snacks
While trying to remain focused while driving
Singing and dodging all the deer

Now that I think about it I could really go for a beer
So out on the porch I sit listening to the sounds
Staring at the stars
Freezing my ass off even with all my layered winter gear


Pretty sure I hear a pig, or a coyote, maybe a deer
But it’s totally normal in these types of towns

I wonder if there are any bears
Gasp, OMG the chupacabra could also live here
Well frick
I hope not
If I’m not seen in the morning I probably wandered off in search of the perfect lighting to capture photos of creatures near

The thing about the silence Any and all noise definitely travels around
I’m almost certain the rustle of my late night snacks have already awakened
The 5 people that live in this town

XOXO Taylor Grace

Illusion of Destiny


 

In love with the words
Imagined reality
An illusion
Poetic mysteries
Illustrated dreams
Crafted beautifully
Between him and me

xoxo
♥️me
9/15/2019
Thebrokeninsideofme.com

Perhaps

How is it I find more comfort in the written words of a complete stranger?

Shouldn’t I find that comfort closer to home?

Perhaps it is the lack of experiences tainting the connection
The void of pretense
The missing judgment
The ties that bind us together are forged only in support and kindness

The words validating my secret space, setting me free
The depth of communication seems limitless, that’s new for me

Maybe it’s the raw emotion written down, poured out, and shared only for some to see

Is it our struggle
Is it our strength
Is it our passion
Is it our vulnerability
Is writing our connection
Perhaps it is a little bit of all of these.

xoxo
♥️me
7/4/2019
Thebrokeninsideofme

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