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Another year older
Another day colder
The heat went out again this year,
Almost like a tradition
I’m single again
Almost certainly a tradition
And the pipes have burst
My feet hang down, warmed by the freezing water
My soles brushing the pebbles that cover the bottom
It feels as though the water is trying to drag my body away
Tu te couches Manouche
Comme une mouche
Sans prendre ta douche
Très loin de moi
Où tu ressembles à une croix
The heat wasn't working in my apartment today
Which normally would be just fine
Because see I like it a little cold
A little cold is just fine you see
But it wasn't just a little cold
Sometimes I just want to wrap myself in poetry.
Curl into a ball so small you hardly notice as you pass by.
Curl up inside the stanzas
Cozily cocooned in imagery
Allow myself to be swallowed by it
December air is a colder cold the hours before dawn.
Well suited but too cold to lay, deer are on the move.
A hunter couches in the woods also suited head to toe.
A virtual color to discuss, I wish today
Asked someone, is it a color? Says Nay
Thoughts provocation has taken in mind the war-form
Arranging them in rhymes while continue to roam
ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔰
𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲
ℑ𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢
ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔡, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯
The days are getting shorter just like my anticipation for the colder season. Cold season brings cold thoughts to my mind. I tend to spend more time thinking about the circumstances of my life that I don’t enjoy.
It's Funny...
If you show you don't care
people start to beleive it.
they start to hurt you
then they leave you
Then your laying there cold
tears fall down your cheecks
La luna llena cae del cielo
Con una luz intensa de relampago
Pero sin sonido alguno
Libre de las cadenas de la gravedad
Cae
Y desaparece en la oscuridad
La osuridad completa
Why does the wind feel so cold?
I recently left the window open...
Is that why?
or is it my heart?
so cold and sad...
I miss the warmth,
I used to get
When the window was closed.
I am well aware that I am no stranger to mistakes. In truth, no one is, but this is how we learn and to be afraid of mistakes is to be afraid of the possibility for growth.
Bitter is the cold, cold swamp
It brings only a feverish bed full of moss and muck
The willows of its land weep over the dead
Time passes by and darkness begins to descend. But still the trees will not bend, the darkness creeps ever closer and brings the crisp cold air, yet the trees do not bend. The air gets colder as we all get older, here the first leaves fall.
Outside,
The sky is overcast and gray.
Beautiful.
It looks as if it is about to rain,
Gorgeous fat drops falling,
A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
On The Expanse of Outer Space
The night is cold and fair
The light shines bold in air
Reflected on
The frozen pond
The moon looks from its lair.
Snow lightly coats the top of the river,
Sides of houses covered in icicles,
Christmas lights shine so bright
Headlights look too similar.
I danced in the riverbanks and couldn't help
My closest acquaintance is the rain
as I listen to the soft trickles of barness
Coldness of the lungs but my breathless air is still warm
Clouding the unfocused skies
i think i was 11 when a stranger first asked where i hid my money
it was a cold winter day
you could see your breath sway and stay as the snow flew your way
i glanced back at his face
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted.
but that isn't true.
he died from the cold.
the ice gripped and clawed at his wings
weighing them down
How my heart can ache for the lonely,
Then I’d like to comfort them all,
Hold them close
Until their sorrow goes,
This great big world
Can seem so cold,
O woe, some end up alone,
Shed your skin of cotton with dirt and grime complete. Feel the smooth brown marble floor that’s cold against your feet. Turn the metal handle, almost entirely to the left. Feel the frigid arctic water that takes away your breath.
Cold of glaciers chill my bones
Sweeping down from mountains
Icy streams and cool winds
Stealing heat from stifling days
Pulling me back into myself
An individual among individuals
To say you don't matter, the words
Pour from the mouth, lips frozen in a
Cold front of all things unkind.
Each syllable slides like ice,
Piercing,
While the memories unbearable are
I can’t see anything, for I am sleeping.
I can’t feel anything, for I am dreaming.
I’m breathing, I’m breathing.
Chest in, chest out.
The darkness surrounds me in a beautiful blanket of security and love.
I’m losing my skin
to this cold winter’s day.
I’m slipping from you
and that’s all I can say.
I can’t feel myself
under this snow.
No one had prepared me
For Winter.
That black cold
Struck you to the bone.
Not even the moon shone
Through my smog.
A girl with eyes like jewels
Thought it would be the coolest thing when she switched schools
She was eager to see new faces
Because her old school picked on her, belittled her, and was racist.
What is this feeling inside my bones?
this aching held inside?
this horrible fume inside my lungs
wanting me to hide
it started out as nothing
everything was right
but now my body's freezing
The salty liquid rolls down like a water fall,
staining rosy cheeks before falling upon the black sheets.
A fragile silence unbroken remains
as no sound is permitted to escape
the locked up lips which hide away
The skies let down their bounty
That falls as sheets to earth
It freezes on the mountains
But we protect our hearth
We warn our weary brothers
That winter is come at last
Snow fell in huge flakes
as it was just the perfect atmospheric conditions.
The sky was hues of purple and blue.
School cancelled for the week,
allowing two girls two sleep on the pull-out couch,
The waves of the icy shore reached for me,
Clenching their fists before my feet,
The tips of my toes cried in agony,
Begging for some warmth or heat.
I was relentless,
Baring what I could,
Sends shivers down your spine
Gives you the chills
Freezes you to the bone
Raises your hairs
Yet it’s oh so kind
It comforts us
Today I glimpsed
to the warm sun relfected
over the cold blue water
on the horizon
gone, when night came
Of course this is a metaphor
for the light and dark of skies
I've been so sad,waiting for another day,warning for not to day,loving somehow more than yesterday,
Him. I imagined him.
He held me. How nice it was.
His kiss was power.
His flaws belonged to me.
His losses drained me.
I lost a part of who I was.
I became cold and rigid.
I began to doubt.
The silent tears roll down my face
Soon a fire takes their place
My eyes look up with murder and hate
My skin a cold and pale slate
Your hand that reaches out for mine
And gently coaxes the angry cat
Why is love so cold?
We sit back and wait til we grow old.
In search to find the person of our dreams,
We are left to be the one in need.
Crying all night with no one to talk to,
There are no big memories,
Because I can't exist in the small.
Im tired of walking in between the two,
Trying not to fall,
I can walk a million miles in an inch,
Because my world is so small,
Vaguely I remember
Those cold dark nights
When I was in your arms
You, heating me up
With your warm love
Whenever you left my skin
I'd start to freeze up again
God why can’t I talk fluently to others?
My words become indistinct, just fragments
In my head their fervour cause a shutter
An impact captivating like a comet
I've never been fond of
the cold days
although
i like staying in
where it's warm
and safe
but sometimes
i need
freedom
on the cold days
especially
I need adventure
Cold is what I feel on days
I think about our past
‘cause cold is what you were to me
When our love couldn’t last
The thought of you and we and us
Is glacier, snow, and frost
It is so hard to breathe
I am heaving through my lungs
but the air does not want to travel through my body
it is fighting me with each inhale
and releasing too quickly in the exhale
I see diamonds in velvet, a mother’s dark cloak,
draped o’er the earth in a hushed fan of cloth,
for she mourns every night for the loss of her sun,
Frost
Breathe
Heaving through
Icicle lungs.
Wind
Force
Pushing past
Frozen bodies.
Cold
Lush
Sometimes a fall day will be
surprisingly chilly.
Biting noses and nipping fingers.
A fleece sweatshirt isn't thick enough but
it's only September.
How long until I see my breath,
Do you feel cold? It's cold because tears froze you with stillness. But when the tears leave you dry, It's still because your muscles refuse to move. This ate at me and ate at me.
Leave me alone
Those words sharp and cruel
It's cold it's cold it's cold
I don't mind the feeling
I don't mind the frost
Today I saw the grass shake.
It was cold outside.
But so was I.
I was only shaking on the inside though.
I kept a cold exterior
That’s what made me strong...
…right?
I feel the wind blowing
Against my fare skin
The cold giving me
Chills up my spine
As I walk the single brick pavement
Gravel grinding against my aching feet
After I tasted you for the first time
everything tasted
The way the first bird of spring sounds
SCREAMING
demanding to be heard
I realized, as the world before me was bathed in yellow and orange sunlight,
that I have been cold.
It is warm and homey and yet, I am cold. In my bones there's a sickening chill,
Once upon an everlasting snow,
I gaze out from a tower of cold.
Warm on the outside my heart remains frozen,
Hearts line up from the dozen.
Her smile I cannot bear
because I must tear
Perhaps
we are all blind sometimes.
Our vision becomes shrouded in the pitch-black
darkness of our own rotten words.
Our blood turns cold, emerald with envy.
The cold is numbing.
Like morphine it trickles through my bones.
It seeps into my fingers and it grips my balls.
It kisses me like an abusive lover after the beating.
The cold is comforting.
In an ocean of darkness, there is one light for me.
And it shines brighter than even the sun above.
It is so close, yet not within reach.
I try to get closer, but the light fades into the distance.
There's dark and grey
every night and day,
if not living here,
then waiting near,
to pounce, to maul
slow me to a crawl.
I want to want to want to,
but it's haunting, haunting, haunting.
A gust of wind.
I am dislodged from my cradle.
My blanket is ripped away.
My family shrinks in the distance.
I crash to the ground.
The light blinks out as I am covered in a new blanket.
I am cold.
My lips are blue,
The color of skies and sadness.
But nothing can rid me of this hue,
Or save me from the madness.
My hands are numb,
i watch the hurried world go by
a somber and sweet sight
people pass with eyes glaring down
as the sky kisses the earth
my heart sinks to the bottom of
a dark and empty world
roastingwinter mealsjust beforethe snow hits,the dry chilling airencircles us twolittle penguinsin our black overcoatsas we smellsweet sugars formupon the darkening skin
A melody played on the wind
Tangles itself amongst the smoke
Air crisp with cedar pine
Still cold while the sun has broke
A gentle lull of a new day
Rousing all from slumbers full
The axis of the world spins,
and with that goes the heat of the summer.
My time of happiness has finally come.
Trees begin to shed their coats,
and with that animals grow new ones.
I come home early like you said I should,
But you stare at me like I intrude.
This is my home too mother.
So stop treating me like I am a bother.
Why do you forget that I am just a kid?
In the biting cold I walk,
Barefoot and in tattered attire,
My dirty pants, ripped at the knees,
Folded at the waist and tied to my body
By an old and dirty rope coming apart,
This is me, this is morning,
I've been left wordless,
As my mind is tangled witth the problem.
The letters float around,
But no words come out.
So my ipod I plug in,
And my heart will live on,
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
At night
I'm the darkest sky
The stars are my path
The moon is my guide
My mind travels
To far away places
Where my grass Is greener
From the other side
Icicles are my fingers, stiffly projecting from my hands, wishing to gather under their frosty chins any sliver of warmth. For in winter’s womb is formed cruelty, and when she’s born devises ways to bite and slap and seize those unprotected.
They smile
Well-meaning intentions
But how it hurts
Your brow furrows
You frown
At the impudence
You speak as if
You know me well
But knowing me
As a child
Does not mean
It didn't take too much
To bring me down to my knees.
To leave me laying on the floor
Covered in bruises and blood.
To leave me laying alone in the dark.
So here I stay on the floor,
Darkness envelopes within the soul.
Consuming first from the edges like a t-shirt stained with blood
We look into ourselves for hope
The east sun rises
behind clouds of morning sadness.
Chilling to the bone,
the wind whispers through the twilight of dawn
kissing your skin with the betrayal of comfort,
She clutched the broken objects,
Held them to her chest.
They constantly mocked her life,
Called it a mess.
But they couldn’t see the tears,
I tried to write about the sparkle in the snow,
but it turned into a poem about your eyes
so I decided to write aboout the winter winds,
but it only described the aftermath of you leaving
The Ancient water
The silver tree
The old one's Frost Heart
Hidden deep in the sea
Was lost long ago
In the Battle of the Freeze
Home of the Cold Soul
Who may never leave
In this world of grief and strife,
I carry with me, my one true companion.
This companion is indifference.
I walk through with him,
Never unhappy
Never unsure
In this world of grief and strife,
I carry with me, my one true companion.
This companion is indifference.
I walk through with him,
Never unhappy
Never unsure
Cold
Constantly
Consistently
Unfailingly
Cold
Every day
I count down the hours
Minutes
Until I go home
Return to my robe
Fuzzy
Purple
Warm
Always there
I am tired.
Tired of holding my tongue
at the thoughts
my mind shouts.
What do I want to do?
Who do I want to be?
How will I make money?
I do not know.
And I am tired.
Bonechiller
Rattles the ribs,
Chills the bones,
Breaks through the barrier of flesh
Sticking its knife like fingers
Into my skin,
Like a fresh baby.
The sky with its first hint of gray
Turns a bright shade of pink
As I walk in the brisk cold air
The pure white snow crunches under my feet
"What is life?
When someone has the power to take it away?
What is love?
When there will be so,so many heart breaks?
What is it? what keeps us going?
Up the endless current that we're rowing,
"I am lost,
Here alone
As though the frost
Has reached my bones
I am tossed
Onto the stone
As my smile is a clone
Tears run free, you should have known
all that's left is skin and bone."
I saw those cold streets
Glass shards covered over the sidewalk in November
And every time you speak a little of your soul leaves your mouth
Dead bodies and warm blood with the intuition to kill
it is cold
the breathe she sighs
freezes
forming tiny clouds over her head;
an icy halo.
" so many letters..." she mutters,
"so many words just tossed away,
Warm Fire, Dark atmosphere, Cold Wind
Bright Flames. Amber Logs, Cold Wind
Flickering Blaze, Inviting Company, Cold Wind
Warm Smiles. Dark Faces, Cold Wind
Child,
I’m sorry for the cold
And the pictures in the snow
Your bright red cheeks were only reflections
of the season
Your tears ran down in the cold
(written 2/6/2015)
a heart of ice
its flesh unkind
windy rain burying my calves in chills I can’t shake
a storm builds and preys on the trees
Clouds gather overhead
Making it hard to leave my bed.
Once there was light
But now only night
And tears that the skies shed.
They blanket the sky
Creating the lie
That there is no sun
Cold as ice.
Intricate flakes hit the ground.
Just like me.
Fragile, but falling.
Close to destruction.
As I look to the sky, my thoughts dwindle
the clear blue eases my mind with no effort
I close my eyes as the blue and grey mix
smelling the sweet air of rain, i smile.
The wind blows cold outside,
The sun is flickering out.
The grass grows dry and crumbles down
Around the big blue tent.
Some feel the warmth of the fire during winter
Others feel the cold, even by the fireplace
They are blanketed with a different kind of cold
A cold the fireplace cannot melt
Are we not all connected?
What a lonely world would we
be if we were not all affected
by each other.
I wake at midnight to the sound of myself.
Holding every breath
-it's no use.
Can't breathe.
Cant sleep.
It barks out of me like a rabid dog.
Every
time
I
feel
Oh pale little lark,
Where is your heart?
Has it been washed away,
On the ship of today?
Tiny, sweet mother
Growing sick of her brother.
Tears run down the face,
My heart turned into stone so I skipped it across the pond
I made the choice to let it go because I didn't need it anymore
Now I'm dragging it back because I found where it belongs
I’m the kind of girl, who will go outside without a coat on
And lay in the middle of an ice rink,
Until the coldness turns everything numb.
And I welcome the cold
I welcome the numbness.
I took a walk up to the hill
It sure is a good night for this
My arms feel the air and its chill
The quiet sounds so much like bliss
My feet crunch through leaves that fell down
It is the only sound I hear
I gawked at the man give her his last breath and I froze.
I had never seen such kindness given to death, in black and white.
Hope flourished where it died and my feet stood their ground.
I was never meant to see this.
Snowflakes twirl and dance in the air
Softly prancing as a mare
Beauty swirling in the air
Softly landing in your hair
Unique serenity
Blanketing the ground
No style can describe how I feel,
No emotion can express what I see,
Day by day nothing changes.
The faces are a facade,
I'm not sure what I am.
But I'm glad of what I am
I nod into others worries,
as the stars shine out my window
i can only think of the glimmer in his eyes when we kissed for the first time,
before they became dry
and as the cold wind freezes me to the bones
gives me chills to the bones
The drugs don’t tame me anymore
Dinner is cold and canned
And every night, like clockwork
I take it out on myself
And you can’t help me
"Fireworks" you murmured
That summer afternoon
Wrapped in your arms on the couch
A kiss that ended so soon
It was my first with you
Beforehand didn't matter
I saw ribs,
I saw bones,
I ad-libbed,
My lungs filled I with stones.
I saw her eyes;
Green like the sea,
Looking up at cloudless skies;
Bel esprit.
Who;
Can I be?
Irredescent glow gives a certain luster in the snow.
Cold as the winter wind blows and every one watches as the ice start to give new shows.
Behind the curtain its cold
wont you ever stop laughing?
things fall apart the center cannot hold
the soul seems to be trapped with no where to go
why hide behind the curtain?
I remain here.
I'm frozen in place,
No one is here to warm me.
No one is here to wipe my tears.
No one is here to hear my screams.
No one is here to chase away my fears
Cold my friend you come again,
this time of year does please me.
When others turn, they run, they hide,
Jack Frost is nipping at my nose.
Well more like biting.
Well more like chewing my flesh till it bleeds.
My ears are burning in the icy wind.
They may break off any second.
the softness of your lips,
sends shivers down my spine
one kiss,
and my heart is frozen
by such as bliss,
as this by lips
is a icy infatuation,
He is winter.
He is the excitement that takes over.
His eyes are snowflakes, drifting in the wind, carpeting the land in a cloak of white.
His lips are the colors only shown by the setting sun, colors of pink.
The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
Little hands
so cold and frail
against the snow, they seem pale
then the numbness comes
as senses fail
Headphones always covering my ears
Blocking out the sound
No one can see my feelings
I am a stone
No one knows what was taken from me
No one knows my reactions
I do everything calmly
Anger corses through my veins,uncontrolable rage shook within me,I was un happy.
My blood boiling cold,My eyes uncaring,words like a knife,cutting all near me.
Slurred words
Blurred lines
Raw emotion
And cold rhymes
Hot desire
Left to burn
There's just something about kissing in the cold
At night, of course. This would never get old.
Like when you're outside saying goodbye,
And he pulls you in close so your bodies collide.
Rainy days, gloomy nights
Winter winds, shrouded sights
But it's okay, it's all right
As long as I have you,
In my life
Pouring rain
Muddy ground
Icy lane
Raindrops sound
Landscape lost
Ice-cold hands
Winter steals
I'm so cold.
The man on the news said that the number of murders nationwide have risen 20%.
I can't find my mittens.
gently drifting alond with this cool winter breze
she stands as a statue
sweater sleaves covering her flushed, frozen face
tears turning to solid ice in her eyes before they could escape
they sky is crying today.
thrashing gusts of angry wind
and my mind is a kaleidoscope
crossed in a multitude of colors.
How often do you come around anymore without me requesting you?
How long will you stay before leaving abruptly once again,
because you can’t stand the warmth of a familiar touch.
Sometimes, sometimes when I find…
That my voice is so tiny, so especially paltry.
I can’t help but think how reality seems so bleak.
It seems like nothing,
Not even a spark of
I made my choice.
Winter had come over me,
I fought it for a while,
But eventually I caved and let it take me.
If there's light in love,
How were we so dark?
Why all this pain?
why all the muck
Love is supposed to be
beautiful...
We were a Nuesance,
to us and each other
Winter's late afternoon.
Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks,
A smile twinkles
hiding within the corners of my lips.
Lights glow behind the fluff of snow
beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
The trees seem to grow older,
As the land becomes colder;
Their leaves flying away.
As the night gnaws at the day,
Time seems to freeze;
Leaving me at ease,
For I enjoy the silence.
It had been there for the longest time
A nail in place of this heart of mine
Eyes blank and wandering in darkness
I never understood why it was mine
But it always burned
I can now comprehend
Why people equate winter to loneliness.
I never used to understand it;
Winter was always my favorite season.
It was my passion.
I loved
-still love-
Life is a shadowShifting, shaping, twistingInto braided ropesThat wrap around the throat andTugBending over window ledgesCurling into gnarled talons that
Grasp at your heart to
These cold hands are stuggling
Can't get warm if anything
I try and try again
Only to get colder than
The heart of this dead body walking
I can't resist the coughing
Snow people blew in today,
They bit my nose,
munched phalanges,
left my spinal collum frozen on the ground cold,
dead eyes fixed
The sleep of winter roams deep unpunished,
Calm, subtle, just.
A generous wind, carries Autumn's rubbish;
Leaves, weathered to crust.
Rain's kiss is as cold as ice.
A warning of what's yet to come
Snap, crackle, pop Rice Crispies
The sounds of the ice as the man, briskly
Walked. fresh snow cold as liquid nitrogen
Blanketed by sheets of fluff
Cold and plain these lands become.
Undisturbed and free of footfall,
The endless blizzard expands.
I feel this way so often. I want to write books, but I can't. I don't know how to word it.I love you. I miss you. I need you so badly.--
Are youso cold?Barefooted, youwalk onice. You areunaffected by thebite of thecrystalsdancing in theturbulent wind.Snowflakes crownyour headas you hang
She stood, hair lapping in the frigid night air, at the coast. The rocky barrier separated the gravel road from a smooth, black and lapping bay. It was pitch black, like thick coffee with grinds that managed to escape into the brew. Lapping.
Warm... You remind me of warm. Im in my dorm and im anything but warm. Im Covered baby I swear I am! I just cant stop shivering. im covered but im so very cold. Goosebumps, my love, without you I have goosebumps. They wont go away!
3 minutes without oxygen
too deep underwater to
wonder if I can get to the surface
3 hours without shelter
tooth chatteringly cold and I
want to go home
3 days without water
I live in a world of darknessA world where no one caresI live where people have no heartsIt's always cold, I'm invisibleNo one wants me here, no one even knowsI wish to be in a world of happiness
Unlike me
you prefer the cold
to the heat
Hold me close, love
You prefer the cold
I remain to shiver
Hold me close, love
and I will be warm
I remain to shiver
I had a note that I wrote
That started off as an anecdote
But I left it in my coat
And I gave it to a boy so eager and cold
But he didn’t know how to float
Slowly falling from the sky
With the wind blowing harder and harder
The day ends with a great sigh
Fall ends with the start of winter
Slowly falling from the clouds
A breeze hits with a plow
Oiled handprints smeared on walls
Mark the places memories once stood
I forever wander through emptied halls
Trying to reach you, if only I could.
Blank counters, layered in dust
As the rich get richer
the poor are gettin poorer
we are all one spieces
like a horse is a horse
they get it they look out for each other
like a lion is a lion
hunting together surviving together
The white is everywhere
It covers everything
Nothing is safe from the white blanket
The white blanket of snow
It covers everything,head to toe
Cars,tress,houses, and dead flowers
in light snow you take
the ferry to the island
a cold wind blows and
you wrap your coat around you.
dark water sloshes
snowflakes like glitter floating
on the surface
Frigid,
and hard as stone.
Still,
and unbeating.
Can this heart
possibly
feel love?
I think not...
Arrogant,
and aloof.
I finally gave up,
Gave in.
Stopped lying to myself.
We weren't getting better,
we never would.
Your insensitivity,
Too much for my fragile heart.
Peering out of the frost-covered window panedelicate snowflakes viciously whipped around.On a thin plate of glassI placed my feet.Every little branch, every little pebbleis blanketed in snow.
So I was thinking
A bad idea at the best of times-
of the ice which coated the air in the barn
and it's something that renders a break in the lines
of comfort and calm and the pride in the work
She falls into my arms
And I can hear nothing,
But I can see the last breaths her sick body is taking.
From everything I wished to have,
She's slowly fading away in front of my eyes.
Ana and Mia
Sitting in a tree
And what do you know
Along comes Me
They trick my mind
So I see them as beautiful
And who would’ve thought
I began to fall in love
I fall fast
My fingers move like rusty chains
I hear the creaking of my bones as I try to move them
My fingers are numb
My toes and knees are as heavy as rocks
They shake as much as the trees
I can no longer feel my knees
It's cold tonight,
Here in this soundless, white-canvased neighborhood.
Tiny scratch marks are to be found barely notched into the surface of the snow.
A shiver passes over us,
starlit.
shining, reflected pains.
calm as river.
size your face.
staggering on beams
of steel.
exhaling charms of colored blue.
booked up spine.
c shaped back.
crack.
crack.
The persistent cold beneath blankets and quilts
that chills to the bone despite layers of clothes—
The cup of coffee forgotten, left to cool on the counter.
I am from the heart of the world
from war and peace
I am from the dragons blood
and from the lions heart
I am from the pines and the woods
whose strong and alive
I am from the sea and the desert
I am from the heart of the world
from war and peace
I am from the dragons blood
and from the lions heart
I am from the pines and the woods
whose strong and alive
I am from the sea and the desert
The snowflakes dance their joyous dance
moving in circular motions here and there
the beauty of it puts even the great muses,
and laurel trees to shame
rushing towards me like little children,
Imagine this.
You need to shower, but the water heater broke.
You don't realize you can borrow
your neighbors shower.
And you're not entirely sure when the
dang machine will be fixed.
The drone of fans awakes you from your sleep
And light sneaks in around your windowsill.
The chill of night the new day will not keep,
Yet work must start where all the blades are still.
(poems go here) Peeking through a small break in the tree
I see the flurries dive through the sky
They flutter to the ground, and it catches on my knees
I study it,
I admire its uniqueness
(poems go here) Peeking through a small break in the tree
I see the flurries dive through the sky
They flutter to the ground, and it catches on my knees
I study it,
I admire its uniqueness
The snow, a ribbon of white, wraps all around you.
And without knowing it, it pulls you into a bitter world.
You do not like it at first, but then you come to realize, it is beautiful.
What is ugly? One might ask,
When appearance is nothing but a mask.
Pretty features that work to hide
One's true potential that lies inside
i wanna live out this life in the nitty gritty. real, live, life. full of blood and sweat and dirt and clean, fresh air, and mud and grass. cause i want to break out of this old skin and fly with the seagulls in parking lots.
I like the cold.
It makes me numb
Can't feel a thing
If I'm frozen
No pain
Or anger
Or heartbreak
I like it better when it's cold
When I'm frozen
Solid.
