Every morning I microwave myself

Reheating stale words on my lips

As I shuffle toward the inevitable

Sleep that never quite takes

In the vain hope that tomorrow

There exists a new "me"

Who is finally ready to become

Shielded in a titanium cell,
living in a serene state of solitude.
The cold world wouldn't harm,
but the cold cage did.

Beaten with insults,
scarred with fists.
Living an infernal life,
so I built an immaculate chamber.

A cell thought to be without flaw.
Frozen solid, but slowly shattering.
Only a warm heart could thaw,
and now mine's fluttering.

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Take away the festive music

Forget the hand over trinkets

Fear in his soul

aging like a ghost in a wishing well

watching reruns of shows fragment of years on television sets

no one around

silhouettes and ice mirrors  hanging

a sight of frozen ways appear

through the windows

looking at frozen grounds

He forces a smile

He is not greedy

nor thinking through pockets of gold

he is a hungry and empty soul

looking for the same as his sisters and his brothers

anything but this empty hall

this ghost lets out one last groan

before he freezes up all lone

I didn't ask for stars,
I never wanted the sky.
I got that and more anyway,
You never said why?
You loved me,
I tried
To warn you.

Don't come closer

I'm freezing
At a temperature that's okay -
Just at the brink of chaos
Having pulled together
After my fray -
In a tower smoothly
Frozen over
A settling cold
No need to race towards
The warmth of the sun

I'm anxious

Eyes almost closed,
Ear, cheek, temple
Resting on the comforting
Frozen wall,
Tears comfortably swimming
In my eyes and
Flowing through my mind
I'm hurt
My fingers twitch by my side
I am no longer comfortable in
My clothes
And I
As I lay in this pool of moving
Unmoving darkness
I am drained
What--
I am comfortable

.
.
.

Days pass into weeks
And weeks pass into years
And my sentience has
Sharpened the blade of
Misery
I stare at my shaking fingers
My empty landscape
The tall ceilings of the foreboding
Ice palace
And it the world begins to
Make sense

Eyes lidded

There's a fire
Rekindling in my heart
Having been diminished to
Decay
Little fires licking and leaping
Only to be drenched in water
Frozen and
Laid bare again

A passage through my eyes

I can't help it
I desire
And yet I want to respect
A you that won't
Always pass me again.
And I want and I want
Please give me this
But I'll hold back
...