This darkness is mine
This coldness is fine
They are my prize
For fearing lies

Only to the starlights
And to the midnights
My lips curls a smile
Companions till my last mile

As exciting as crumpled paper
My existence's a water vapor
A field without vivid flowers
A tree with a fragile roots

My soul shall rest
With no tears to someone's dress
Write this on my epitaph:
Here lies the heart that did not love

Outside it’s breezy and twenty degrees
in here the air feels humid and still
the floor’s elbow-to-elbow and I guarantee
dance for 40 minutes and the heat can ****

I left the dance floor
fully drenched
we drank at the bar
til our thirst was quenched

I peeled off my overshirt
but that didn’t work
I still felt flushed and sweaty
a guy motioned me to dance
but I wasn’t ready

Then someone opened the door
the icy air rushed in—I didn’t flinch
It felt like heaven—I wanted more
dance guy was back, the entitled prince

the 05611 is full of pushy guys
when they want something
they try and try and try
I pretend I can’t hear them
cause the music is bumping

Friday nights are such a release
a time for fun and controlled caprice
but it’s also a hot-point time to do-a-prendy
when you say no, divers can turn unfriendly

I’m not Julie Andrews—I’m not offended
It’s kind of a complement, I’m just not interested
If you can take a yes, then you should take a no
I could be protecting you, for all you know, (******/aids)
so chill-out playas don’t be so gung-**.
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Songs for this:
Hit My Heart by BOY
Cake By The Ocean by DNCE

I was out driving
And I passed by an auto center
Off of my usual route
There was some signage
That read:

Noses are red
Fingers are blue
I'm so sick of winter
How about you?

And to be honest,
I absolutely agreed.

Snowflake Snowflake
How tiny you are?
In my hand so delicate
Yet I want to catch and preserve
You come to me
Just to slip away
So white and pure
Snowflake Snowflake,
Just be there
Some more time
So I can truly grasp
Magic of winter, you.

after all
disappointment and a cold day
a bowl of soup

I met you on that bridge
Walking through the snow.
Face to face with you,
I used my palms to cover your ears
Mouthed "I no longer need you".

I saw your gaze harden
And felt you push me away,
Then I went on my way
Opposite from where I came from.

I doubt that you're still there
Standing underneath the streetlight
Silhouette all aglow
But I am still so sure
That I'll keep looking behind me
Hoping to see your ghost.

So many days before
the warm-wind is back,
and I am looking for angels
beneath the dirt of my lawn,
where I sleep and dance and pray
in June;

I open my mouth and scream
into the ground,
so only the bugs and dead things know
what I am afraid of:
   that tomorrow I will be older
and still know nothing.

-Ellery Rose

The day is cold and calm,
kissing at my cheeks and ears,
staining me pink
and offering quiet advice–
I listen to it,
pay attention
to the tiny cardinal steps
in the tall snow
as the sun sets
and the faraway trees become orange mountains,
as the straight-up branches of a naked pear tree
point to God,
and I know that I am changing again.

Mom says I’ve gotten colder with the years,
But weirdly, I’m flooded with emotions.
And somehow, the big sobs in my childhood bed
Can’t compare to the stray tears that fall from my adult eyes.
My feelings have grown with my body,
But have also been shoved in it,
Engraved in my soul,
Yet still, not in my words.
Maybe I’ve grown accustomed to that shell—
It feels safe,
It gives comfort,
More so when vulnerability feels like punishment,
Opening up, like a crime.
And when burying it all gives relief,
Temporary or not,
Fighting still feels better than giving in.