After giving up the fight to feel
laying down all weapons
and allowing the numbness
to creep over me slowly
like ice freezing,
from the edges inward,
until my soul was fully numb.
So you will have to excuse me
if I am a little clumsy when we touch.
You will have to excuse the zombie fingers
when you try to hold my hands,
you see, they are out of practice,
as if back from the dead.
You will have to pardon
the creaks and cracks in my heart
when you try to warm it,
you see, it has not been used in a long time.

It creeps into our minds and compels us to turn and walk away, even if that means letting go of the things we yearn for the most
Somehow, it manages to whisper lies that we deem of more than the pure truth
The things that we have perfected no longer embrace value, for our words cannot escape from our locked lips and our bodies become more frozen than ice
Opportunities become grains of sand that slip through our fingers
We endeavor to perceive what is in the vast and mysterious unknown
Our views are distorted, and we believe that we are only fools for dreaming of something so great and unfathomable, even when we have prepared for this our entire lives
That something is our future, but there is one thing that possesses the power to stifle us
Fear.

Frozen time spirals,
Yearning touches now glazed,
Transparency hangs.

Frozen in glacial ice
You shine in the starlight
In silence
With the warmth of the sun
You flow
To your freedom
Leaving the moon and the dark night
behind you

They mourn and grieve
Finding you not
The following night

You come and shower
Your love
Scattering your misty eyes
From above the clouds
Circling the mountain
A mystic river

Loving you is like lifting a spoon to my lips
it's bowl full of ice cream
sugar and milk sweetly, softly melt upon my tongue
each mouthful reducing in wonder
the taste eventually forgotten until my porcelain vessel lays empty
in my hands
and I ache for more
but my imagined aches harden into reality
as my body reacts in horror at the offering I have brought its enemies

I was typing on my computer
And I was writing a poem
And I felt each tear
Brush against my lips
As my heart quivered

I had only written
A few lines...

I never thought
That writing about you
Could make me feel this way
After that poem
Every other one seemed gray
I'm sorry
But I had to change...

I stopped writing like that
Took time to feel
What began it all
It was these feelings
Which came after fall

I had to let go
Tears ran down this wall
And back into my hands
So many emotions
From one grain of sand

Standing on the beach
The ocean was hiding
All of those feelings
Which never stopped shining

That is the day
I finally stopped crying
That is the gray
I finally stopped rhyming

I burn savagely,
and I burn alone.

Red is the only color I see,
I scorch people with my eyes,
I scar everything with my words.
When I burn,
they will burn with me,
and in the end we all die
from the strength of the flame.

I freeze silently,
and I freeze alone.

Everything has stopped working,
I can not move,
I can not rage forwards.
The ice numbs me,
my finger tips are turning black,
the frost continues to bite me
and I have no substance to burn.