Young Writers Society

4:51 pm
Drunk Santa Claus lets kids
on his lap and screams in their faces
about the deeper meaning of Hemingway.

Mall Christmases are the best Christmases,
acknowledged by the couple who bounce around
the cheap chair, holding hands and ignoring
the time that is quickly passing by.

Champagne dreams and actions
make a bittersweet, summerish aroma
that fills the two-story atmosphere.

A sot and two tipsies both wish
for the sun to shine once again,

but they settle for patience
instead of pure luck.

4:42 PM
no need to hold up
your frostbitten hands over
cheap Christmas candles.

soon they will melt, there
will be a lukewarm puddle
and you'll have no hands.

4:01 PM
Nochebuena,
good time to die,
we sit on the bench
and close our eyes

to wish for something else,
or for the sun to set,
not quite sure, point lost
in stagnated breaths.

Wait for time to stop
or for the clock to break,
anticipating for it to keel
over and make

its last tick.
I hate this.
I want time to stop
before I say

4:46 PM
i'll go out in the ice
where praise stays on still feet,
everything slips around it
yet nothing's wrong.

Time is falling behind me,
but the sun manages to stay up,
hidden behind the mountains
that hide behind snow.

A sick and twisted yule log of sorts,
wishing for death to come from all around
in the midst of a Beach Boys listen
and crush me quickly.

but I do like this song.

don't worry
don't worry
don't worry
don't worry
don't worry
don't worry
i tell myself while trying to explain phenomenology
to a six year old.
self loathing is at its max
when its laying under
a Christmas tree,
holding cheap presents
with faux hearts decorating it.

i apologize
for not holding us
because i thought
it was man made.

7:34 AM

You sit on life support,
"get well" messages being posted on your wall
by the second.
A Christmas gift
for the whole family.

reminiscent of the kid who ran away last summer,
telling his parents "Ma and pa I'm bailing"
then running through the desert
barefoot.

I'm sorry you're suffering,
I really am
for all the Hospital muffins
your mother has to eat.

You're running barefoot
over the lake, stranded
in a basin, wondering
whether you should go up or down.

Freaking out, silently and contained,
knowing that soon your soul and body
won't be recovered
and you'll be alone.

Don't worry,
once you drown,
your body
will still be floating.

6:11 PM

Romanticizing wounds and woes,
I need to stop writing about neoliberalism
and kids I know who are about to die.
It's a Christmas miracle
that I have yet to lose my voice
yelling about angst
and the fact that I feel nothing
for a kid near lifeless, tossed over
in a hospital bed.
I'm sorry,
but I'm not.

2:50 PM

Non-alcoholic egg nog binge drink simulation.
Knock yourself off your feet.
Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Knock yourself off your feet.
Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Cry.

We all can't hold conversations,
so you might as well try that again.

Non-alcoholic egg nog binge drink simulation.
Knock yourself off your feet.
Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Knock yourself off your feet.
Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Sit on the floor.

not quite

Non-alcoholic egg nog binge drink simulation.
Knock yourself off your feet.
Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Knock yourself off your feet.
Sit on the floor.
Cry.

Knock yourself off your feet.
Sit on the floor.

Knock yourself off your feet.

5:22 PM

Punching holes in a paper heart,
you surround yourself with a distraction.
"i told you so i told you so"
echoes in your mind,
along with
"you're not alone".
People die,
you'll die,
we all will die.

I walk through the moral,
his face plastered on the wall
and roses right below it.
I didn't mock his death,
i mocked myself.

You punch more holes
into your heart.

sympathy sucks.

4:52

i apologize for mocking you,
but i can't handle
sympathy.

ignorance is okay,
don't yell at other people
for it.

Christmas time sucks.

5:57 AM
The difference between
brain dead and physically dead
is that the family
still won't be okay
for Christmas dinner.

11:45 PM
I fall asleep under the Christmas lights,
and I was one step from apologizing to you
before things started to dissolve in time.

5:47 PM

Egg nog tastes good
when it's expired,
ironically.

6:08 PM
Nothing is more worse
than an amputated hug,
reaching for something
that's gone.

Christmas sucks.

3:17 PM
A taxidermy bear with a Christmas wreath
around its neck sits near the front door.
For some reason, I don't expect it
whenever I enter the house,
but closing my eyes
is enough to keep me safe.