Death on Two Legs' Blurty

Hi. Only 3 days left 'til Christmas. I can't wait because I hate Christmas (except for the presents) and I just want to get it overwith.
I wrote 6 poems last night. I can't believe how incredibly BORED I was. Anyway, the poems are mostly really dark. They're about death and changing and junk like that. My favorite one is called "This isn't Me" and my other favorite one is "Christmas". Jacki knows the second one because part of it is one of my away messages.

CHRISTMAS

All I want for Christmas
is to be with him.
He makes me feel
like I could fly
and makes me believe
I could touch the stars.

But he doesn't love me
and nothing I do
can make him.

I don't care who knows it
because no one would care-
no one would care
That he hates me now
and forever still.

But I really don't care
who knows his name
or hears my heart beating
when he's around.

Because all want for Christmas
this year and this day-
All I want for Christmas
is him.

On a different subject, I might have diagnosed Magic (the pony) with colic today. When I was riding her, she kept trying to lay down and looking at her stomach like something was wrong. I got off her and took her up to the house. Susie (the owner's daughter) said that she might have colic and that no one could ride her for at least a week. I'm glad I caught it early, otherwise, Magic could have died.

Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: Linkin Park: In the End