DEAR SANTA

Dear, Santa 

 By.Heather Lynn Doty

            Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is my friend back I don't know why I still miss him? I haven't seen him hardly at all in these past few months,but I still miss him.Some days I want to write “I miss you” on a rock then throw it at his face just so he will know how bad it hurts to miss him. Its weird to think how your best friend can become a stranger.Im use to being on the inside of jokes now I feel like such an outsider.I feel like I’m being punished for trying to help him. And the thing that kills me is, so much time has past I feel forgotten, and easily replaced.
           He was my best friend.And I don’t want to replace him.I don’t want to be those friends who become strangers with similar memories.I think its because I am flawed and I understand others are as well.We all make mistakes some small, some big.But those mistakes shouldn't ruin years of good moments,memories, and laughter.Perhaps that's why you keep putting presents in my stalking instead of coal.I don't deserve to be put on the nice list but every year I am. And I figure if Santa can over look my flaws maybe my friend can too, and I his.
          My friend made some big mistakes this year and they really affected me.Some of his mistakes are still affecting me.But if he didn't make those mistakes I would have never took a hard look at my own mistakes and started to change.Infact those changes are the reason I deserve to be on the nice list this year.And its the reason I am asking for this I finally deserve something enough I thought to ask you for it.
         I understand if you can't give me what I want for Christmas. You can't make everyone happy.But I would be the happiest person in the world if you could.And that would be a true Christmas miracle because so much has gone wrong for me this year I can barely remember what happiness feels like.
        Christmas is supposed to be a time of forgiveness, friendship, and joy.I would give up all the unnessisary material items just to be friends again.So santa pleas don’t bring me any presints this year because I dont need any of them.All I need is a friend.

      Sincerely, You know who.
p.s. I will make you those chocolate chip cookies you like, please don't eat my gingerbread house again this year my gummy bears need a home.

The life of a bully, lived by a victim

The life of a bully,lived by a victim 

By.Heather Lynn Doty

You knock me down, and and call me names.

Don't you see we are the same?

They hurt you, so you hurt me.

Your actions are not who you want be.

Those who ignored you, should have adored you.

Seeking attention with false hoods you mention.

Out casting others because you never belonged.

Hurting many because one was wronged.

And endless pool of tormenting sorrow.

Collecting joy, only to barrow.

You hide behind laughter,taunting, and pain.

This wretched life will drive you insane.

You fallow others like a face in the crowd.

Till some one stands up and yells out loud.

Don't you see we are all the same?

But when you hurt others you are only to blame.

Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories 

By.Heather Lynn Doty

Withered hands a slave to time.

Trapped within a fragile mined.

Those I love now unknown.

I feel as though I'm all alone.

Anger fits, and joyful bits.

Flickers come and flickers go.

Who I am I do not know.

An endless labyrinth of the brain.

Can it be I'v gone insane?

Forgotten have I such memories.

Stolen away from a disease.  

Go to bed

Go to bed

By.Heather Lynn Doty

Go to bed my father said.

But I'm not tired.I screamed "I'm wired."

Go to sleep don't make a peep.

I'm wide awake for heavens sake. 

Go lay down, don't you frown.  

I want to play but I'll sleep ok.

Time to get up and feed your pup.

I want my bed I finally said.

Self Deprecation

Self Deprecation

By.Heather Lynn Doty

Every day I fight a war against the mirror.

Some days I even question why I'm here?

I am ugly, I am fat, I am this, and I am that.

My reflection is a joke, I tare apart, and poke.

Oh woe is me, why cant I let her be?

That girl has been knocked down by every one in town.

When she walks about her mind is filled with doubt.

Her smile so insecure, eyes hollowed out in fear.

She cuts into her wrist with memories of his fist. 

They tore her all apart, and abused her little heart.

They mocked her in the halls, and pushed her into walls.

They locked her in her head leaving her for dead.

They twisted all her good till there was nothing left they could. 

They made her so disgusting, a empty cage rusting.

Why couldn't they let her be? Why'd they turned her into me?

Twenty One At Last

Twenty One At Last

By. Heather Lynn Doty

Dedicated to Rafael Rangel for his 21'st Birth Day.

Twenty one I am at last.

Adult limitations in past.

Pore a beer, and grab a glass.

Twenty one I am at last.

I hit the bar, and lost my car.

D.U.I.'s, and puking fry's.

Twenty one I am at last.

Partying is such a blast.

Oh how time go so fast.

Twenty one I am no more. 

I cant believe I'm forty four.