This was a crown of limerick sonnets inspired by daily prompts from rivernotches pigmas. I haven't edited it cause crowns are massive, but I'm open to critique
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
Sipping cold coffee as dawn's drawing near
The weather is warm, a new winter norm,
At least I can say it's cozy in here.
Listening to the arhythmic snoring
Some of the voices already warring
I must relax, anxiety attacks
Thunder outside, now the rain is pouring.
Later when we go visit her parents
Imagining all the car accidents
Clogging the freeways, ruined holidays
People desperate to maintain traditions.
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
I desperately want my spirit to cheer.
I desperately want my spirit to cheer
Reliving anything that i most fear
As I sip my drink, it's too weak I think
But is it too early to switch to beer?
Happy, sad, angry, emotions are packed
Decorated tree, presents are stacked
My daughter believes that on Christmas eve
Late night radio has Santa's sleigh tracked
Am I really celebrating the birth
Of the savior of all people on earth?
Rather scary imagining Mary
Not screaming in pain, but jolly with mirth
Happy, sad, angry, emotions are packed
As a matter of fact it's all an act
As a matter of fact, its all an act
All the substances I consume, I'm jacked
Twenty four seven, looking for heaven
A spark from the Holy ghost that I've lacked.
Life is a bike ride always shifting gear
Pray the pater noster hoping to steer
My chaotic day to a righteous way
Without being the one to interfere
In my Own kids journey to adulthood
discernment between what's evil and good
Learning to be free, bound to scrape her knee
She'll look back and see I did what I could
Life is a bike ride always shifting gear
I don't know The last time I shed a tear
I don't know The last time I shed a tear
Wrapped up day and night building a career
Feeling like peasants scrounging for presents
Clinging to the illusions we hold dear.
When she asked me what I believe, I lied
Yet before they wake up I try to hide
The mischievous elf on a new shelf
Whose existence proves the magics inside.
When kids don't know how it feels to be poor
And adults dont even feel anymore
I'll take my last breath getting stoned to death
Cause now even having fun is a chore
When she asked me what I believe, I lied
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Day after day all my prayers are denied
I'm clenching my beads and hoping good deeds
Have been the only things santa God spied
I can hear the other people stirring
The cat in my lap also stopped purring
I twiddle my fingers, time just lingers
Vents down the hall in the bathroom whirring
All this waiting has my mind about broke
I wonder if I have enough time for a smoke
Minutes off my life, I'll go ask my wife
But as I pass my daughters room, she spoke.
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Listening in, I may need a new guide
Listening in, I may need a new guide
Disassociate, along for the ride
"Hey don't wake her up, go pour me a cup"
In a voice so sweet I have to abide.
I'm pacing around the house like a creep
How late was she up to still be asleep?
When she was a baby she would maybe
Sleep 4 hours at a time, not a peep
I'm not exactly being quiet
The dogs running around are a riot
Being a dad really isn't so bad
Forgive me if I seemed to imply it
I'm pacing around the house like a creep
Faith is a blind leap where the dark is deep.
Faith is a blind leap where the dark is deep
Ignore all the dead bodies in a heap
It's all in your mind, you'll get there and find
They're pillows for the fall, the cliffs not steep
I like to think of it more as a slide
the sun makes it burn cause the waters dried
So you scrape and bleed while picking up speed
All but the law of gravitys defied
It's just the cynical cards I was dealt
Normal loss of innocence we've all felt
My main objective to be protective
And take the hit when the world swings its belt
I like to think of it more as a slide
Face first of course, hands and feet both hog tied
Face first of course, hands and feet both hog tied
Getting out of school, getting a job, I'd
Get arrested, and pregnancy tested
Then ask my girlfriend if shell be my bride
Perhaps I've carried too much on my plate
Unable to finish for a clean slate
While leaving a trail of crumbs to go stale
The defeatist in me agrees that's fate
No one knows how any of this will end
How much time here any of us will spend
Learn to behave. Avoid an early grave
I don't have to be everyone's best friend
Perhaps I've carried too much on my plate
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
Marking an x on each calendar date
Each day waits for night, then dark waits for light
We wait and wait and slowly start to hate
Each slight inconvenience to do us wrong
A handful of people seem like a throng
We wait for each meal, for our scars to heal
For the comfort of somewhere we belong
Waiting for a burst of inspiration
Being controlled by procrastination
Agreements we make promises we break
For seeking instant gratification
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
There's no way to know when now is too late
There's no way to know when now is too late
Like when my parents moved to a new state
How long had they planned to travel the land
And not meet their grandkid who just turned eight
Memories growing up are not the best
I couldnt pay rent so lived like a guest
Who had to do chores restricted outdoors
Regularly being told they're a pest
I've worked my butt off since I was able
To make sure my daughters life was stable
Everything's fine if it's nothing like mine
She'll always have a seat at my table
Memories growing up are not the best
I guess if I'm pressed I just want to rest
I guess if I'm pressed, I just want to rest
Exhausted from thinking it's all a test
The prophecy deems to fulfill my dreams
Live each day unnecessarily stressed
Getting old at a remarkable rate
I struggle for my ego to deflate
I can't accept if angels intercept
My invitation to the pearly gate
my granddad died before he was 50
heart attack double bypass surgery
And his before him, will I be like them?
Is that why my dad left in a hurry?
Getting old at a remarkable rate
To make it another year would be great
To make it another year would be great
Focus more energy watching my weight
Lots more exercise, give up curly fries
Instead of drinking learn to meditate
They would be devastated if I died
Keeps my thoughts and behavior justified
Ignore what neighbors think of my labors
And pray for those dealing with suicide
Not really something I think of at all
More worried of taking a nasty fall
My minds been racing, time to stop pacing
Pause at all the photos lining the wall
They would be devastated if I died
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Suddenly the house is electrified
Down the hall she'll zoom to the living room
Squeals of delight, her mom behind in stride
"Momma look! Santa wrote me a letter!
'My elf helper said no one was better
So here's your reward for when you get bored
PS thanks for the cookies, go-getter!"'
Then to my surprise she hands me a box
'Just in case santa filled your sock with rocks'
Lifting up the flap carefully unwrap
An ornament of a hand painted fox
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Today is the day I finally cried
Today is the day I finally cried
The doorbell rings I swing it open wide
'What the heck is this?! Hi! Merry christmas!'
Was I mad or glad? I couldn't decide
Introspections gotten pretty severe
Of all the people in this hemisphere
I guess I don't mind, put it all behind
They made the effort, they're here, that is clear.
The rest of the day went by us so fast
A reunion of the ghosts of my past
What is this grin, like being born again?
I can't believe it, these feelings won't last
Introspections gotten pretty severe
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
I desperately want my spirit to cheer
As a matter of fact, its all an act
I don't know The last time I shed a tear
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Listening in, I may need a new guide
Faith is a blind leap where the dark runs deep
Face first of course, hands and feet both hog tied
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
There's no way to know when now is too late
I guess if I'm pressed I just want to rest
To make it another year would be great
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Today was the day I finally cried
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
Sipping cold coffee as dawn's drawing near
The weather is warm, a new winter norm,
At least I can say it's cozy in here.
Listening to the arhythmic snoring
Some of the voices already warring
I must relax, anxiety attacks
Thunder outside, now the rain is pouring.
Later when we go visit her parents
Imagining all the car accidents
Clogging the freeways, ruined holidays
People desperate to maintain traditions.
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
I desperately want my spirit to cheer.
I desperately want my spirit to cheer
Reliving anything that i most fear
As I sip my drink, it's too weak I think
But is it too early to switch to beer?
Happy, sad, angry, emotions are packed
Decorated tree, presents are stacked
My daughter believes that on Christmas eve
Late night radio has Santa's sleigh tracked
Am I really celebrating the birth
Of the savior of all people on earth?
Rather scary imagining Mary
Not screaming in pain, but jolly with mirth
Happy, sad, angry, emotions are packed
As a matter of fact it's all an act
As a matter of fact, its all an act
All the substances I consume, I'm jacked
Twenty four seven, looking for heaven
A spark from the Holy ghost that I've lacked.
Life is a bike ride always shifting gear
Pray the pater noster hoping to steer
My chaotic day to a righteous way
Without being the one to interfere
In my Own kids journey to adulthood
discernment between what's evil and good
Learning to be free, bound to scrape her knee
She'll look back and see I did what I could
Life is a bike ride always shifting gear
I don't know The last time I shed a tear
I don't know The last time I shed a tear
Wrapped up day and night building a career
Feeling like peasants scrounging for presents
Clinging to the illusions we hold dear.
When she asked me what I believe, I lied
Yet before they wake up I try to hide
The mischievous elf on a new shelf
Whose existence proves the magics inside.
When kids don't know how it feels to be poor
And adults dont even feel anymore
I'll take my last breath getting stoned to death
Cause now even having fun is a chore
When she asked me what I believe, I lied
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Day after day all my prayers are denied
I'm clenching my beads and hoping good deeds
Have been the only things santa God spied
I can hear the other people stirring
The cat in my lap also stopped purring
I twiddle my fingers, time just lingers
Vents down the hall in the bathroom whirring
All this waiting has my mind about broke
I wonder if I have enough time for a smoke
Minutes off my life, I'll go ask my wife
But as I pass my daughters room, she spoke.
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Listening in, I may need a new guide
Listening in, I may need a new guide
Disassociate, along for the ride
"Hey don't wake her up, go pour me a cup"
In a voice so sweet I have to abide.
I'm pacing around the house like a creep
How late was she up to still be asleep?
When she was a baby she would maybe
Sleep 4 hours at a time, not a peep
I'm not exactly being quiet
The dogs running around are a riot
Being a dad really isn't so bad
Forgive me if I seemed to imply it
I'm pacing around the house like a creep
Faith is a blind leap where the dark is deep.
Faith is a blind leap where the dark is deep
Ignore all the dead bodies in a heap
It's all in your mind, you'll get there and find
They're pillows for the fall, the cliffs not steep
I like to think of it more as a slide
the sun makes it burn cause the waters dried
So you scrape and bleed while picking up speed
All but the law of gravitys defied
It's just the cynical cards I was dealt
Normal loss of innocence we've all felt
My main objective to be protective
And take the hit when the world swings its belt
I like to think of it more as a slide
Face first of course, hands and feet both hog tied
Face first of course, hands and feet both hog tied
Getting out of school, getting a job, I'd
Get arrested, and pregnancy tested
Then ask my girlfriend if shell be my bride
Perhaps I've carried too much on my plate
Unable to finish for a clean slate
While leaving a trail of crumbs to go stale
The defeatist in me agrees that's fate
No one knows how any of this will end
How much time here any of us will spend
Learn to behave. Avoid an early grave
I don't have to be everyone's best friend
Perhaps I've carried too much on my plate
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
Marking an x on each calendar date
Each day waits for night, then dark waits for light
We wait and wait and slowly start to hate
Each slight inconvenience to do us wrong
A handful of people seem like a throng
We wait for each meal, for our scars to heal
For the comfort of somewhere we belong
Waiting for a burst of inspiration
Being controlled by procrastination
Agreements we make promises we break
For seeking instant gratification
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
There's no way to know when now is too late
There's no way to know when now is too late
Like when my parents moved to a new state
How long had they planned to travel the land
And not meet their grandkid who just turned eight
Memories growing up are not the best
I couldnt pay rent so lived like a guest
Who had to do chores restricted outdoors
Regularly being told they're a pest
I've worked my butt off since I was able
To make sure my daughters life was stable
Everything's fine if it's nothing like mine
She'll always have a seat at my table
Memories growing up are not the best
I guess if I'm pressed I just want to rest
I guess if I'm pressed, I just want to rest
Exhausted from thinking it's all a test
The prophecy deems to fulfill my dreams
Live each day unnecessarily stressed
Getting old at a remarkable rate
I struggle for my ego to deflate
I can't accept if angels intercept
My invitation to the pearly gate
my granddad died before he was 50
heart attack double bypass surgery
And his before him, will I be like them?
Is that why my dad left in a hurry?
Getting old at a remarkable rate
To make it another year would be great
To make it another year would be great
Focus more energy watching my weight
Lots more exercise, give up curly fries
Instead of drinking learn to meditate
They would be devastated if I died
Keeps my thoughts and behavior justified
Ignore what neighbors think of my labors
And pray for those dealing with suicide
Not really something I think of at all
More worried of taking a nasty fall
My minds been racing, time to stop pacing
Pause at all the photos lining the wall
They would be devastated if I died
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Suddenly the house is electrified
Down the hall she'll zoom to the living room
Squeals of delight, her mom behind in stride
"Momma look! Santa wrote me a letter!
'My elf helper said no one was better
So here's your reward for when you get bored
PS thanks for the cookies, go-getter!"'
Then to my surprise she hands me a box
'Just in case santa filled your sock with rocks'
Lifting up the flap carefully unwrap
An ornament of a hand painted fox
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Today is the day I finally cried
Today is the day I finally cried
The doorbell rings I swing it open wide
'What the heck is this?! Hi! Merry christmas!'
Was I mad or glad? I couldn't decide
Introspections gotten pretty severe
Of all the people in this hemisphere
I guess I don't mind, put it all behind
They made the effort, they're here, that is clear.
The rest of the day went by us so fast
A reunion of the ghosts of my past
What is this grin, like being born again?
I can't believe it, these feelings won't last
Introspections gotten pretty severe
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
How do I feel about Christmas this year?
I desperately want my spirit to cheer
As a matter of fact, its all an act
I don't know The last time I shed a tear
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Listening in, I may need a new guide
Faith is a blind leap where the dark runs deep
Face first of course, hands and feet both hog tied
The greatest lesson to learn is to wait
There's no way to know when now is too late
I guess if I'm pressed I just want to rest
To make it another year would be great
The lump in my throat is swallowing pride
Today was the day I finally cried
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches