{Story Teller}

A whispering raven says,

"Don't perish before

your dreams are lived,

you're ALIVE so wake up,

you come across as falling short

and you need to evaluate the sport."

Story tellers, snow globe sellers,

Jingle bells, depression smells,

despair dwells and I'm

in a multitude of Hells.

Every day can be Christmas

with a bundle of presents,

many try to be royalty while a

large quantity such as me

are regarded as peasants.

Joker tribulation

measuring mask stipulations,

oh what fun it is to ride in a

one horse open sleigh,

the sky writes a sleepless lullaby,

the tree has ornaments and

the ashes favorite color

just has to be grey.

Jingle bells, a gift card sells,

santa tells, naughty or nice,

he can't go down the chimney

so he falls in wells.

The funeral of merry swells,

despair dwells and I'm

in a multitude of Hells.

As if nobody cares and

I'm isolated and alone,

my thought chills

right down to the bone.

A haunting pillar worries a note,

"Lilacs bloom every spring,

result is action, be strong,

stay safe, losing the distrust

is a needful thing."

I am strong, I can speak,

find my voice and not be weak.

Jingle bells, depression smells,

but my will to drink peace dwells

as a thought of doubt swells.

Christmas is such a giving season,

the raven of message has reason.

"Lose yourself and find yourself,

create yourself and love yourself,

never commiting treason."

Reviews

[Kayla K]

Love it, as usual. Courtney, you are an amazing writer. You write about things most would not want to talk about. The topics you write about speak so much courage.

[A.E. Surdam]

I liked it. It went together so well. How everything made a lot of sense. The sentence I liked the most, well there's actually two of them. The first one was about the raven. It reminded me of one of my stories. The one you think is creepy and strange. :P Anyways and the second was "Lilacs bloom every spring." So pretty.