Vitality,
A color of light.
More blatant in the dark.
We all seek it,
But we can't see it.
It's listened for,
But unheard of.
So bundle up,
It's cold outside.
You will freeze in your stride.
The weight of your grin
Will keep you here.
And all that is dear
Will become folly.
I am folly.
I am your folly.
And I will see to it
That you will never see
The color of vitality.

You can either feel the coldness
of my words of ice
slipping through
these snow white pages
or feel my burning chest
melting the frozen stare
you're holding.

I thought you were the fire that could warm my frozen heart
I took care of you
And tended to you
To keep you going as long as you could
I thought you would keep me warm
and take care of me too

Instead I ended up getting burnt
Charring my fingers on your carelessness
Singing my hair on your obliviousness
And In A Way, my own
Because anyone knows that when you play with fire
You're asking
to get burnt
-a former pyromaniac

I am winter
I am snow blankets shattered by rain evolving to deadly ice
Long, rolling landscapes and barren trees
No room for imagination.
I am winter
I am solemn, solitary, singular
Frigid gusts of heartbreak
Homesick in animal tracks.
I am winter
I am lifeless, lonely, lingering
Roaring flames and layers upon layers
Warm enough though frozen stiff.
I am winter
I have no end and no beginning
The same old me, 1500 miles wiser
Losing all seamless direction
Wishing for any connection
Amazed at the lack of distinction
between this me and that me.

when scenes
pixelate
halt in a cell's
frozen scream
slow-motion rage
cloaks grief

do earth's plates
shift at all
respond to pain
torn out of shape
in savage roar

no

we matter to ourselves
on some days
while he or she
reads the code
to check the tides

oscillate in
crawl space
hidden
in island habitat's
darkened cave

we try to breathe
solitary venture
as days run out
leaving dust
and bones

in silence

as a new
dawn
rises