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Nena Twedell Sep 2014
I'm walking on ice
Slipping and sliding
Reaching out for a hand to hold
Some look and see the tears and the fears
And just run away
While others grab hold
But can't grasp the tears and fears
And just slowly let go
then walk away
Leaving me on the ice
That I can't seem to get off of
Some days it's like puddles
While others it's more like the Antarctic
With places of sharp ice just waiting for me to mess up
And places where I can hold my footing only for a moment
Reaching for a hand
With tears and fears in my eyes
So many have just walked away
But not you
You just hold your hand out and smile at me
Letting me forget just for a moment the ice beneath my feet
And remember the sun is out today
This is not the end
But the beginning
Still reaching for a hand to hold
And tears and fears in my eyes
I'm searching for the solid ground that I seemed to have lost in the flood
A solid ground to call home
A solid ground to help me see what is genuine and what is fraud
So I can wipe the tears away
And remember that this life is good
Despite the tears and fears that have created this storm
Stevie Ray Sep 2014
A sharp tongue with shark teeth
and a malicious smile with venomous saliva.
The reptiles eyes are like an alien planet.
It's soul lost within the depths of it's pupil.
It's like seeing tectonic plates shift
as they leave a black scar across a sandy red desert.
A reptile's eyes.

Dragon scales cover my skin.
For this world is filled with shattered hearts,
it is like stepping in broken glass,
I should protect myself from all your scars!

I've grown coldblooded from these cold emotions.
Icy stares and frozen thoughts.
Because your souls are trapped in arctic ice,
drifting in the same tides
every day of your cryogenic lives!

Witness the fiery eye that is the Sun.
It shines dimly behind radio active clouds.
Particles of chemical ash act like a mirror
spitting back solar rays in the face of God!
The arrogance that is man!
Earth radiates golden shadows
and the reptile is denied of heat.
I am forced to store my dragon's breath
inside the belly of my beast.
Ice
“Cold,”  you said with heated words
Masked by tenderness and longing -
Just as though ice pierced your heart
And stayed there, lost and wandering.
“Not distant, though, just looks like snow,”
Genuine or insincere?
I suppose it doesn’t matter
Though the latter’s all I fear.

I just couldn’t help but wonder
What my eyes strike you as now -
Are they still as frozen or as guarded
With pain you won’t allow?
Does the memory stick - that awful lick
Of fire in my throat?
Now you have watched them melting
And have let them die unstoked.
I like to chew ice cubes.
My brother thinks it's because I'm an anemic.
Not really sure what that means.
But maybe I am sick.
Because the reason I like to chew ice cubes,
Is because it makes me feel numb again.
Idk. I should be sleeping but I'm too anxious.
Taylor Aug 2014
Robert Frost

Some say the world will in in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction of ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
My first favorite poem.
Molly Aug 2014
Breathe.*
Choke on the cold,
feel your lungs tighten,
your teeth ache.
Hold your arms in themselves,
cradle them as they shake beneath goosebumped skin.
Walk.
Walk slowly so you do not force wind against yourself,
walk slowly so you do not have to choose where you are going yet,
walk toward light.
Let it spill over you,
feel its heat,
you,
still frozen at the core but the light,
it is so warm.
This.
This is what you have been waiting for,
what you wanted but could not articulate,
this gentle touch.
*Breathe.
Wrote this in my creative writing class
peaces of lil L Aug 2014
got a ice and a dice , icy water under a big box of dice
Slits to the wrists
Bottles to the head
Needles in my arm
A stranger in my bed

Unwanted love
Heart filled with hate
No way out
Except the pearly gates

Ice cold skin
A soul untamed
World full of sin
Popping pills to remain sane
Poetic T Aug 2014
Death needed a break
Any place would do
Just a week off would suffice
As reaping can get tiresome
If its the only thing you do
****
Die
Splat
Drown
BLAH,
BLAH,
BLAH,
So many ways
Simple with a touch
Or complex like
A final destination death
Gosh they were fun days,
Ships I cant travel on,
Just between me and you
"The Titanic  was my last holiday"
I had that sinking feeling,
When I walked on board,
And my holiday became a working one
My holiday once again sank short
Of all the things a giant ice cube,
But that wasn't the worst
A Beach I thought a long time ago
Pompeii was a pleasure
till it blow off its top
Ash,
Heat,
Pyroclastic flows,
I was getting burnt up inside
Hot rock holes in my clothes,
Again a working holiday
When will my time off
Just be a relaxation
No souls to judge
Your given
An extra week,
Live life,
Seven days,
Too do what you want,
Because when my holiday ends
"I'll be coming to reap you"
**Now don't do stuff stupid things..
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