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Strying Nov 2020
One last breath.
A moment,
Fleeting.
Your face frozen
In my mind
an angel,
fallen from heaven,
and now,
returned.
:c
Alice Nov 2020
it smelled like frozen leaves
the air had teeth
"tell me" he whispered
"have not the gods, too, forgotten
how to thaw their tears?"
Strying Oct 2020
Music blasting,
Skin tingling,
Face frozen,
Eyes cold.
Am I dead yet?
Haven't been so active on HP but I have been writing book ideas so I'm still passionate don't worry :)
Sad little poem, been overwhelmed with homework and tests recently.
SophiaAtlas Oct 2020
When I was younger,
I used to think that Oaken from Frozen
Was saying, " Yoo hoo! Pigs had to bow down!"
I now realize he was actually saying, " Yoo hoo! Big summer blowout!"
MyReflections Oct 2020
Standing on the frozen lake
Build on my mistakes
Or situations that life plunked on me
Unbearable to take

And look on these spikes
Of grief as frozen ice
That filled the land of heart
Until I cry
Until I cry


[Your heart is size of fist
And if you hold tears in it
They get compress and compress
And make the frozen lake]
Don't make your heart a Frozen lake
twindrill Oct 2020
In the house, a blue rose sits inside its icy interior.
Still as blue as ever, its petals unwithered.
Frozen in time, as always.

A red butterfly sits atop the ice, its legs pierced by the chill.
Red and blue, together as one. An elusive combination.
Frozen in time, as always.

Children peer into the ice, gazing at the treasure beneath.
It is so valuable, they think. And yet so unobtainable.
Frozen in time, as always.

The clock tower ignores the ice, focusing on the world itself.
There is no sign of cold in this world, aside from the rose's eternal cage.
Frozen in time, as always.

Centuries pass according to the ice, but would you know that?
The ice has barely melted, and the rose has barely faded.
Frozen in time, as always.

Frozen in time, as always.
Jay M Oct 2020
A feather
Slowly

F            
a
        l
                l
i
n        
g                    

To the ground
C r a c k i n g
the ice
Of a long frozen river

Meanwhile
Below the frigid surface
Lies a long dormant creature
Stirred from their slumber
Once more to rise

- Jay M
September 24th, 2020
Don't remember what the true meaning was, it's been sitting in my drafts. Tell me, what do you make of it?
Vachaspathi Sep 2020
Riding on the tides of the times;
Your smile was an absolute freeze.
Alicia Moore Sep 2020
This house is made of ice.
A gelid, brass interior awaits me with wicked vice.

Stepping through the frozen doors,
I fall into my own homely grave.
A familiar capsule with silky floors.

Paintings hang upon each wall,
Lifeless and disturbed.
Although, the images do utter one final whisper before tightening the noose—
“Beware of the abominable master of abuse.”

I wish to float,
As with each step the rivers of blood in my feet howl.
Icicles pierce through my soles;
Daggers with a bright smile...

I am only ever welcomed into this house of ice
With a vast iniquitous price.
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