A blood red flower
Edges curled by it's winter
Dies looking lovely

Written by [Ravenclaw]

I am, on the surface, a human being.
Long before this, I was dead as molecules,
Dormant for billions of years,
Brought here by the attraction of synchronicity,
And the impossibility of creation.

I have my past, present, and future on hand.
Spools of DNA tell complex stories.
The history of what makes me, me, is written here,
As is the coding for my demise.

Apprehension subverts appreciation.
This decaying body hides the beauty;
Trillions of cells together, in concerto.

Written by [Doormat]

I still believe in Santa
Even though it's strange.
Don't get me wrong, though,
I know it's a little deranged.
These little things keep happening.
I don't know how or why.
Mystery gifts, boot prints,
Missing apple pie...
And my mom always opens
That grate in front of the fire.
She says it's for air flow,
I know she's a liar.
She's a last minute wrapper,
And probably saw him arrive.
They're probably good friends,
She knows he's alive.
But this year I'll stay awake,
And watch the room in case,
Santa decides to slip in
Through our open fireplace.

Written by [Flisky]

I listen to baseballs ting against metal bats
And watch bats dip and flutter for insects in the floodlights
And listen to the wind brushing subtle waves along the rice paddies
And watch baseballs dart from hand to glove
And listen to the pounding of euphoria in my ears.

Written by [Tickle Me Emo]