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Jace Joesph Feb 18
High up on a tight rope I tremble, but alas not from the fear of
   falling but from icy cold wind
     that strikes my face.
           Shaking of the rope
        Leads to the shaking of the
     mind, walking an endless line
   till the fall seems so enticing.
  Wouldn't that be the icing to
        finish off this cake of a life.  
          Never hungry enough to
    take the bite of truth, instead I
swallow my pills to fill an empty stomach, mind, and heart.
   You think this is the end yet it's
        only the start.
When will you reach your end? Will the embrace of death be merciful to you?
LC Jan 18
sadness took my hand
and refused to let go.
I couldn't stop shivering,
and she was the reason why.
I acknowledged her words
then told her, "it's not you, it's me,"
let go of her hand, and felt warm again.
copious stories
are told about it
and it is of a floating
figure's fit

on one of them
coming into your view
it may give you a
shivering chill's preview

it can be loitering
on a dark stairway
waiting to unnerve
your very clay

dare you walk into
the old mason's yard
for there's a phantom
inside the said yard

Vincent Price can readily
evoke a scream
as his voice lends its self
to such a deem
Wake up cold, shivering, and alone.
When will that change?
Pyrrha Dec 2018
Im full of love
I find it in everything
It fills me up
Yet even when im full of all this warmth
The absence of a place to let it flow into
Leaves me shivering
Jules DelPercio Dec 2018
I dreamt of a dream last night.
It crinkled my nose and shattered my bones.

Pacing,
shivering, looking for you.

Terrified, I grab the phone that looks like a hero to me.

I dial your number so fast I could feel my fingers shaking.

And when you answered,
with your tired, low, raspy, voice,

I knew I had to open my heart a bit more
for you.
I will probably elaborate in this poem later on...
Regan Oct 2018
‘tis the season,
of coldness.
my frost-bitten
figertips are sick
of the cold.
my red nose
and rosy cheeks
burning from the snow.
i wish i could drown
in the hot-cocoas
i long for.
my shivering arms
and cold toes
just want to be warm.
the darkness of the winter
makes the darkness
in my mind
find it’s way back.
spark me a flame—
thaw my cold heart
and hands.
remind me of warm thoughts,
the summer sun,
the burning of hot sand—
ugh, there’s only
snowflakes and frost.
i guess i’ll deal until
the warmness
finds its way back.
III Jun 2018
I so often
Convince my thoughts
That I lose my soul
Among the unknowing
And empty, drifting space
Of whatever it means
To be alive
Because I like the
"Adventure" of it,

But only here,
In the murmuring
Hum of a bedside
Lamp glowing against
The ache of
So-late-it's-early,

Only now,
From behind the safety of
My flimsy bedsheets
Covered in lint
Will I admit

I don't know what I'm doing.

And I'm t͢e͢r͢r͢i͢f͢i͢e͢d͢
     I'm doing it all wrong.
Logan Elizabeth Sep 2017
but today the breeze penetrates my clothes
straight to the bone, shivering
without your warmth
the universe knows what today is
as if it were someway to make today one of mourning
my father's birthday
and
the day I learned you never loved me
the day I mourn the love of the men I crave
the day I mourn a love they are not capable of giving me.
Wyatt Jul 2016
I wear my faith like a warm jacket,
so when it starts to slip
I feel cold and I start shivering.
It keeps me moving forward,
it keeps me sane with all that I lack.
It protects me even if I'm not worthy
of a single piece of cloth on my back.
I'll never understand it.
You protect me even if I'm not worthy of a single piece of cloth on my back. I'll never understand.
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