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Rebel Heart Jul 2017
Raindrops crafted like

the color of my broken eyes...

The storm mirroring

the one raging within...

I find myself drowning again

From the inside out...

The scars I painted over

Reappearing on my cold skin
Hidden back in 2014 this poem really stuck out to me. The title, I believe, can be interpreted many different ways as the rest of the poem. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do..
Jellyfish Jun 2017
Do you ever have one of those smiles...
you know, the kind only someone special can cause.
The kind where your heart doesn't exactly drop,
but it's a similar feeling just way slowed down.
Maybe this sensation I'm trying to describe is called melt?
That kind of smile.
Where your heart just melts as the corners of your lips turn up and create the opposite of a frown.
That kind of smile where you receive chills,
not necessarily anywhere special
just scattered chills that make the whole thing feel even better.
A smile that you're excited to show,
a truly amazing smile.
I can't sleep and wanted to write about something so I started thinking about the other day, when I was on the phone with my favorite person and all I could do was smile throughout the whole call and so I thought I'd try to describe how it felt to smile so much and this is what I came up with. Excuse my huge run on sentence in here...
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
I am a snowman in spring
Hoping you’d keep
The lumps of coal,
The carrot nose,
The broom at least...
vanishing like the snow
sarah s Jun 2017
there is only melting
melting from one day to the next
melting into each moment, to the point where
i don’t realize i’m doing something until i’m almost done with it and asking myself
“how did i even get here, to the kitchen sink to wash these dishes i was going to wash five hours ago?”
and then i remember
i actually got out of bed and walked downstairs
i am losing my mind
it’s a sickness like a tumor on the side of my soul
this came from a small essay i wrote myself a few months ago when i was in a deep depression. it was its own paragraph but i chopped it up a bit and took some things out to form it into a poem
Emma Haze May 2017
I want to feel like I've melted.
Not in the way that boils your bones or dissolves your tendons or that makes you ***** up your own organs as your skin bubbles, slowly disappearing while fat seeps upwards until what once looked like a body now looks like stiff, rigid crime scene photos,
No--Not in that way.

Imagine you are floating in a stream, the currents of the  crisp cold water running gently over your body and your fingertips brushing through the  overgrown grass. You continue floating, close your eyes and time slips away. The currents  continue washing over your body, making you finally feel clean again. Finally.

You open your eyes to find yourself still floating only now when you spread your fingers, they do not brush through the grass, they just cause ripples through the water, because now you are floating in vast amount of water and even if your fingertips could somehow reach miles away they would still are completely surrounded by water.

I knew you could make melt, but i hoped you wouldn't melt me the way you did.
IrieSide Apr 2017
Pull the trigger
  of ***** target
victimized by displays
  of fading fantasy
again, into other realms
of countering thought
what could be, what isn't
   the voice echoes,
here we go, another loss
    a new finding
           of life's
     endless surprises
Nameless Feb 2017
I cling to your words like honey.
Your voice trickles down my spine when you sigh .
As i'm enveloped in your arms I feel as if i'm melting
Almost like you have taken down all the barriers around my heart.
When darkness comes and the past tries to take over ,
I look up and see a light at the end of the tunnel.
You are that light.
My light.
1.

Can I be Frozen?

at 0 degrees Celsius Water Freezes.
am I so fluid that I have the same resistance?
you are made of 50-60% water.
half of your body freezes at this tempature.

I am still not cold.

at -2 degrees Celsius Human Blood Freezes.
Am I a deadly cold?
Am I hypothermia?
at what point do you numb your hands lose feeling in your toes??
fingers, legs,
stop motor function
lay still in a wet snow bed
waiting for your body to stop
It has already slowed so much
do you die from freezing?
is the numbness the sign
you are getting cold?

I am still not cold.

At -121 degrees Celsius, serotonin freezes.
your well-being crackles on a car window
the remaining strands of happiness, form icicles.
you cannot regulate your mood,
or appetite, or sleep patterns,
you are unpredictable and sick.
Serotonin heals wounds,
with it frozen, the scars you have collected, stay open.

I am still not cold.

At -128 degrees Celsius Dopamine freezes.
With your desire Frozen, no sense of Reward
You sleep more, eat more.
slipped into depression
you aren't addicted to anything anymore
unmotivated, and upper-less
given up Coffee, chocolate,
can't even have ***.
-128 degrees Celsius has even frozen your bedroom.
You are a hedonists worst nightmare.

I am still not cold.

at -211.5 Degrees Celsius, Adrenaline Freezes.
Your heart stopped racing,
No more sweat, dry mouth.
The initial fight or flight reaction, slowed.
You saw less red.
Stopped buying Epi-pens in packs of two
killed yourself saving the $600
Boycotted Epinephrine's codependency.
Adrenaline helped your heart put out.
-211.5 degrees Celsius has revoked your anticipation,

I am getting cold.

at -218.8 degrees Celsius, oxygen freezes.
crystallized on naked winter trees
each panic attack wheezes a Marlboro lung
gasps the surrounding air
vacuums icy lifeless C02
without oxygen you turn purple

I am Frozen.

2.

I set fire to the blankets you used
like in-scents or prayer candles
tasted you hot in my lungs like cigarette smoke
if not for long, for memorial
your afghans burned to ashes
each night, I still covered myself in them
pulled them over my head
rubbed them into my eyes
swallowed them every morning
like vitamins or anti-depressants
because as frozen as my blood,
oxygen, water in my body was
your memories were cremated
my addiction to you was cryogenic
Walt Disney isn't going to bring you back to me
I will not fetch fire wood.
I will be cold.
I will die in this winter
I know falling though thin Ice is just drowning
which is no different from a frozen lung.
Your frozen heart.
how am I to pull farther from you
when death is as close to me
as any other flurry?

I can be Frozen deep into cryogenic slumber.
Thawed by some hearth,
or warm heart.
You called this feeling,
"Melting", didn't you?
Feel it again. and again.
It is always me, coming back.
Haunting you in the ashes and snow.

3.

You've Thawed.
Do you remember me?
It's been awhile.
My Name Is Love.
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