Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal I drank my Christmas spirits, Upended the jolly tree, Ripped stockings on the fireplace; Saint Nick won't visit me. The presents are all open, Wrapping scattered on the floor, I've eaten all the mince pies And knocked the wreath off the front door. Snowmen? - I've wrecked seven. Mistletoe? - No way. My Christmas cheer has fucked right off, So screw this holiday.

I'm Not I'm a fallen leaf, A forgotten dream, The empty place Where hope once lived, The mess that seeps Through open seams. You've moved on Too fast, too far, And now I'm not enough; In wanderlust you've Forgotten where you belong, That there's a space For you, us, In my #life, always, Regardless of the other Ties, or lies, Like "I'm fine" Because I'm not. #rawwrite © Irrational_Kimmi 2013

It's No Sin To Hope Hold my head up dear With imperfect, open hands, Dry my eyes again With fingers that don't recoil At the thought of All I've done. Dust me down, Straighten my collar and Frock coat, sully those White gloves, Make me feel righteous Even though I'm far below Anyone's standard. You know what I am; More monster than man, A sin, alive and bleeding, A soul not worth redeeming, A coward who won't take The coward's way out, I've been told a hundred times I'm something foul, And I'm starting to believe it. So I'll drink a cup of malice Drawn from my own Overflowing self-hatred And spit poisonous words Throw inglorious snide looks, Until I'm hated for who I am Rather than what. And I'll be alone, always, Even when I'm loved in secret I'm still shunned, A whisper of something unseemly That goes on beneath the Deep of dark In back rooms with double Bolted and locked doors. Except for you, you care not What I lack or if I'm lost, You love without condition, With your kind hands And open arms And eyes That never judge. I hope to love and you taught me It's no sin to hope.

I Hate Kate She's funny and she's awesome, Intelligent and kind, She's pretty and she's sexy, A quick wit and clever mind. She's a rebel and a raver, Determined, tough and strong, She'll fight for what she believes in And she's never, ever wrong. She's a model of femininity, A modern romantic girl, If I have to hear her name again, Beware, I think I'll hurl. Her hair's a mane of golden thread, Her eyes; jewels of sea-blue, Her figure is to die for; She's so much better than you. She's meek and coy and modest, She's courageous, brave and bold, How is she so perfect? It's a lie that I must unfold. You can't believe you met her, What luck! Oh thank the fates, Everybody loves her; But I fucking hate Kate. #rant Sorry if you're name is Kate, it's not aimed at you.

We're Gonna Be Friends Fall is here, hear the yell, Back to school, ring the bell, Brand new shoes, walking blues, Climb the fence, books and pens, I can tell that we're gonna be friends, I can tell that we're gonna be friends. Walk with me, Suzy Lee, Through the park and by the tree, We will rest upon the ground, And look at all the bugs we found, Safely walk to school without a sound, Safely walk to school without a sound. Here we are, no one else, We walked to school all by ourselves, There's dirt on our uniforms From chasing all the ants and worms, We clean up and now its time to learn, We clean up and now its time to learn. Numbers, letters, learn to spell, Nouns and books, and show and tell, At playtime we will throw the ball, Back to class, through the hall, Teacher marks our height against the wall, Teacher marks our height against the wall. We don't notice any time pass, We don't notice anything, We sit side by side in every class, Teacher thinks that I sound funny; But she likes the way you sing. Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed, When silly thoughts go through my head About the bugs and alphabet, And when I wake tommorow I'll bet That you and I will walk together again, I can tell that we're going to be friends. ~ The White Stripes [I love the simplicity and childish joy of this song. I'm learning to play it on guitar so I can teach it to the kids at school!] #thegreatlyricshare