Tis a cold day, to go out for a stroll-
Mothers and Fathers keep children in hold.
Horse hooves clatter on the stones,
their breaths frosted white as the snows.

Tis a cold night, to stay out in the dark-
Newsgirls and Boys wish for a spark.
Hands hold another to stay warm,
their bodies shivering through the storm.

Tis a cold time, to the place called home-
Everyone disliked the frosted stound.
Howls of wind and snow go round,
their presents unwanted all around.

The church is many things all at once,
release and freedom,
tight and constricting,
different for everyone who steps inside.

A enchanting place that holds peace,
an escape from the world,
promising a time of relaxation after death.

A cage that sends chains around the heart-
locking you into fear ridden silence.
Your mind fearful of a being unseen.

I felt a pain,
Tight in my chest,

Weighted down,
AM said my clock,
Stop said my mind,

All of this pain,
Lifted from me,
Like a hand,

And I was free,

Darkness gone,
Ready to spring,
Emotion challenge,
Am I to pumped?
My body seems like I can’t do much.

First time seeing rain,
I thought of it as a pain,
Now it makes me fain.

If one were to ask, if I would let the world burn.
I would say yes, without a turn.

I'd let the hills- let valleys glow like embers.
The blaze roaring above the screams of those caught.

The hot light would graze my skin, grounding me.
I'd let it burn, and burn, and burn.

Maybe then I'd feel something in this life, something to remind me that everything will turn to ash.

If a clock breaks,
time does not.
The world moves on,
without a thought.
Even in days of love,
if one clock stops,
the other still runs.

When ones clock snaps,
or cracks or shatters or stops.
Stay with them,
as one day it will tock.

Gasping for air,
clawing for breath.
Held in place,
by cold, wet hands.
Breaking the window
of the lake’s glass.
Air rushing in,
such a refresh.

Isn’t fear as dangerous as greed?

For it could make one do terrible things.

If one had fear,
they would be tense.
They would make sure,
to tell of their own,
till whole groups thought alike.
And once a community,
has one mind,
it only ends with a fright.

My heart is a fire, the embers rest in my blood.
Veins set ablaze, sending flames through my core.
On the outside I act cool, hoping they won't see,
the blaze that rattles me everyday.

I can’t help ponder,
the essence of time,
For once time goes,
It is forever gone.

The time I’ve used to write this,
cannot be given back,
Me, the one in control of myself,
can only take time away from myself.

I don’t get to add it.
I can’t change it.

I do know I won’t waste my short term here,
doing nothing of some worth.

My heart is frozen in time.
Stuck in the past,
And unable to move on.

My thoughts are frozen in time.
They stop working,
And just stay the same.

My eyes are frozen in time.
Forever showing the things I wish to forget,
And not seeing what’s ahead.

My body is frozen in time.
Stuck in place,
And unable to move.

My brain is the only thing still functioning and it’s making me mad, for why can’t I just relax? It won’t stop going on and on and on and on till the point my mind is just a jumbled mess. Why can’t I just have a point of relaxation a time for me to rest and enjoy my life instead of being pressured all the time when will I have my time?

And until then I’ll be frozen in this terrible time.

Through a window,
She did see,
A place where,
She’d be free.

In this place,
Trees grew high,
Oceans waved,
Birds cried joy.

She couldn’t help,
But ponder where,
Would this be,
How could she?

Then she blinked,
Brought back to life,
Her world gone,
And she kept on going,
Leaving the glare on the window,
Be one that’s behind.

When I lay my head,
down to my pillow softly,
will I wake again?

My soul wants to burn,
I keep the urge inside me,
Because I'll be dowsed.

Abstract and unknown,
That is what I call my home,
Here on this planet.