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Uka Mar 2019
Ice
Magic is that
When water turns to glass
It goes by a name called Ice
It shifts and it cracks
With winds no laxed
From the cold which is outside
But when the sun comes
Its puddle within
Begins its movement inside
For no colder days
Could plague the sky
That could keep the puddle Ice
Stick and leaves
In frozen seas
Suspended weightless for a time
But pressure from the sun
And nature stuns
Its levitation mirrors a crime
Snaking like a valley
It dissolves so grieffully
And will never be a solid no more
Until next year
Someone may steer
Upon it
And see Ice like never before
all for you Mar 2019
on thursday, march 14, 2019, the streets flooded
our phones even emergency alerted us
we sat in my dorm
and scrolled through photos of the disaster
quiet gasps as seeing parks destroyed
and schools closed for the rest of the week
the snow is far gone
but the flood takes it’s place
the snow still reminding us
it’s not leaving, no, it won’t leave
we turn on a movie
and try to forget
but on sunday i’m driving
fields destroyed
streets and highways still closed
he leaves to go back to school
away from the floods
but only i remain
in the middle of what’s left
what’s never going to leave
the snow is back
the flood froze over
and back to how it used to be // love always
being in the arms of an old friend,
feels like a fire that's been rekindled.
there are no lustful feelings.
just warmth.
that is able to melt the ice sculpture in my chest,
that i call;
my heart.
chitragupta Mar 2019
You were fire
I was ice
You thought
you'd melt me down
Melt I did
Turned to water
and put you out
Till there was nothing left
of both of us but
Smoke and ashes
Fire and Ice
are never nice
(to each other)
Sydney Mar 2019
Waves crash and thrash
Fire burns and and makes only ash

Ice is cold and clear
Wind blows across the pier

All are different
But all can hurt

They’re just like words
Only words hurt worse
HJV Mar 2019
Dwindling through the air.
I am not convinced it's fair.

From whence comes this cold icy wind?
Ignorance; frigidly frozen.
In aftermath, my vision I'll rescind.
The glassy path I haven't chosen.

The past winter my friend.
In the avalanche I stand.
Buried alive in bone shattering cold.
My visage, your opinions unfold.

Why can't you see eye to eye.
Why is it that you presume I lie?
The frost frankly freezes friendship over.
When the thaw sets in - blooms the clover.

I am master of cold, but I bring only heat
My soul not sold, but you see what you need
There is nothing I can do, leader of men.
I conjure my cue, my mind is zen
I woke up from a dream about being buried in snow and slowly freezing to death whilst on a winter holiday. That very same day I experienced disproportionate feelings of loneliness and disconnect, due to things that I've realized to be objectively true. In spite of it all, I still felt zen.
Max Mar 2019
Feel like the world is frozen, and I'm too hot for the ice to stand on and therefore I'm melting my way to the core of it all.
Jenna Mar 2019
River by the bend
Winter seems to have no end

The sweeping sunset begins to transcend
ice became my best friend

It did not mean to offend
but, it did try to amend

Though the more it tried to defend
it spider-webbed and began to distend
Tired of all the snow here.
Priya Gaikwad Mar 2019
He turned her ice cold,
Then he left her,
Because she had no fire inside her.
Rue Mar 2019
Water turns to ice
and yet, it dissolves
for an immense price
that we try to solve.

The heat upon our skin
ignite fires of anger
but, we never know when
to find any answers.

Many tell deceptions
for their own gain.
But, what they forget
is the sight of perception
with the never ending pain
of lies, for that, is the truest threat.
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