#freeze
The cold one, the lone one.
Though I am cold, I still write-
And I still sleep.
The wind blows against my back, against my ears,
I endure it, yet...
I am still cold.
I write while I freeze,
And my cold nose drips as I sneeze
Yet still, I write.
My fingers lose all warmth, all feeling,
All this writing serves no meaning.
It's getting cold. Too cold.
My fingers now are frozen blocks of ice.
Desperately trying to write my life's story, yet-
The frigid wind enters my heart, and all I can write now is:
"It's too cold."
It's too cold, and yet...
And yet, I...
I still write.
I still write, because I don't know
If my end lies beneath the endless snow
It makes me afraid.
The cold seeps into my frozen bones, terrifyingly still.
Though my body is numb,
I still write.
Though I am scared,
I still write.
Though I am alone,
I still write.
Though I am cold,
I write with my mind.
And forevermore,
I close my eyes and finally sleep.
There is no fate as fitting as this:
Frozen alone with a pen in my hand
Destined to write until the end of time
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
Butcher them and freeze them
Drill deep into the swollen gums
Plant dazzling new structures -
Righteous and looming ones
Forget the nuclear green glow isn’t genuine,
isn’t purple and dim…
and that these roots won’t ever properly settle
because of what’s under the crystal soil beneath them;
The stench of the thing we thought would just work as fertiliser…
It’s eyes, it’s face, it’s bold and shooting terror…
We can’t escape it, and the ground seems so far down now…
And in this melting, drenching downfall we won’t be able to swim our way round…
We’re doomed to be losers
But before they finally take us down,
Let’s feel one last saw-edged grasp on this faint and crumbling crown…
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:30 AM UTC
sometimes i don’t know if i’m the whole problem, or just half the problem
if i play a role, or if there is something i’m missing
i miss you, and i feel like i’ve fallen off whatever pedestal you had me on
it’s like when they say “you’ll let yourself down every time when you expect yourself out of someone else,”
it seems as if that is where we are meeting each other where we’re both currently at
it’s not somewhere in the middle, it’s not few and far between
it’s withdrawn and distant, it’s push and pull, and it’s hot and cold
it’s emotional whiplash, freeze and fawn
i have no idea what the **** we’re even doing anymore
because i find myself not even wanting to or caring to respond at all
emotionally exhausted
but still at your beck and call.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 3:41 AM UTC
Some places are peace.. ☮️
Some people are bliss.. 🤗
Some views have beauty.. 🌅
Some dews are pretty.. 💧
Some memories are for ever.. 💭
Some wishes are to dream..😴
Some hobbies are to embrace..🤩
Some moments are to freeze 🫰
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:22 AM UTC
It was a hot summer day
And I asked what your favorite season was
You said it was winter, you loved the snow
And that if there was a blizzard, we'd both go
So we came up with a plan
When the winter solstice took place
We'd go out into the snow
And we'd talk in the flurries and so
I waited for the winter solstice
And when it came, a blizzard did too
And I ran into a snow-covered field alone
The cold wind chilling me to the bone
I waited for you to come
And I waited for hours on end
And while my teeth chattered, and my hands turned blue
My heart warmed just thinking about you
And I waited until the disappearance of the sun
When I finally realized you weren't gonna come
But it was too late, the cold had touched my heart
And it stopped and would never again start
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
Warm factory based clothing
Soon you turn the engine off
Frozen
2 minutes hypothermia
The real zone
Sleep in snow
Drink glacier water
Institution particiation
No sail boats
Water between
Create to hate
Hide to die
Corporate responsibilty
No government
No coverage
Whos the 1 in charge
War never spoke
To cold to trench
Smoke each breath
Life an death
Put fear aside
Concide
In confirmation
For a bigger vision
Made plane
Tropical with super technology
Hidden from the vicious
Move borders deadly
Cure steadly
I took it 1st
Now its your turn
Prepare a house of all houses
Soon you count
Indefinitely Gods armys prepared
Equator to pole
Equation from death
Now safe forever
Take a peek into the wilderness
Are we really prepared
Im not
I see you daily
Cleary youre not either
Soon mcdonalds shutdown you a dead end
The end
Remember that cold front
When im outside
And your stuck in
We both dying to feed
Either way
Its ****** brilliant
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 11:30 PM UTC
"There’s too many”,
And they looked at me.
Did someone stab me?
It felt like it.
And then they said my name.
Did someone twist the knife?
It hurts.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 6:39 AM UTC
the lion tiptoes in circles around her.
her mind spins in opposite circles
while the voice in her head yells "run."
but her limbs freeze and lock into place.
she hides her breath deep in her lungs,
staring straight into the lion's eyes
hoping it won't feel the fear in the air.
each second crashes onto her shoulders,
until the lion slowly saunters away,
becoming a small shape in the distance.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 12:09 AM UTC
I am.
I am a cold, crisp autumn field.
I am a plush scarf in the breeze,
I am omnipresent, and yet never near.
I am a crackling fire in a winter freeze.
I am crumbling, cold, and free.
I am encumbered by the slush and snow.
I am waiting toe-to-toe.
You have seen me,
slouched, burdened, fatigued by the stress of the day,
waiting in the back of the bus bay.
I am all, and I am more.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
cant breath
its happening again
the ocean goes hightide
my body refuses to move
I sink into oblivion
my tears become
one with the ocean cries
cant breath
the stars take me into the night
lost in the darkness
frozen in space
my tears refuse to leave my eyes
they freeze in the night
unwanted memories rush in
this feeling is suffocating
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
I’m thinking about the doctor's hands shaking as she
struggles to intubate a cat.
I’m thinking about the technician's hands squeezing the cat’s rib cage,
pulsing life with a delicate force; she is much more gentle than
practitioners are with humans—
hard and quick down with the palms; the ribs snapping,
the sternum sore.
Some time ago an 80-year-old woman on my unit was
opened up bedside for a cardiac procedure during a code.
After a week in ICU, she came back to us on the unit, was up and
walking and talking, and was discharged home within another week.
Meanwhile, the 60-year-old man was dead in the morgue
after a 45-minute code failed to resuscitate him.
The flip of the coin. The thin line. The blessing or the curse.
The absolute darkness of a body bag. The cold chill of absolute zero.
The fresco painted on the catacomb walls could either depict the
light of the sun or the multicolored lights that the
brain shoots off minutes before death.
The eleventh hour,
isn’t that what it’s called?
We don’t want to talk about body care, death care.
We have to, but it won’t register.
After a loss, after a trauma,
we are on autopilot.
I think of my mother,
six feet beneath frozen soil in
a pink padded casket and think:
I don’t want that.
I think of the prearranged plots my grandparents picked out
next to her in an above ground crypt and think:
I don’t want that.
Bacteria still causes decay after the embalming process.
Putrefied flesh. Bones visible. Muscles eaten. Tissues disintegrated.
We don’t talk about it.
We try to think the opposite. The positive vs the negative.
(But that’s not always possible or healthy.)
I’m thinking about hands inserting IVs, hands taking
blood pressures, hands documenting the code notes
on a clipboard in the back of the room.
I couldn’t do these things.
My hands tend to break what they touch.
The glass bowl in the pet store.
The clay project in art class.
The succulents, the basil, the orchid.
I’m good at things I don’t have to think about:
good at the autopilot, good at the autonomic,
good at trauma.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
It's become obvious you are not coming back
The thought of you and her together hits me like a smack
The blood that runs rampant through my veins suddenly starts to freeze
My heart stops pumping as I drop straight to my knees
It shatters to pieces and the shrapnel fills my chest
Impaling my lungs
Making my breathing congest
Silence has no business settling inside my ears
But the fact that it does confirms my worst fears
There is not a word I could say to possibly change your mind
Without hesitation you effortlessly leave me behind
If you're not in love anymore why couldn't you let me know?
I gave you many opportunities to let me go
Yet you are such a coward you hid how you feel
Led me to believe your emotions were still real
Then you vanished without courtesy of a text or call
I guess the truth is I meant nothing to you at all
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 4:57 AM UTC
My desires are
to **** my feelings
to freeze my emotions and
to numb my pain
Lying hides my desires
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
Love's vine stems from the heart;
it is ivy creeping through iron gates.
Wanders free through stony soil,
rushing stream, and bank.
It can loiter in the garden,
and fall victim to the spring rain.
But do not despair, my dear,
for its passion is like a flame:
Forever burning in its tendrils,
its coiled roots and leaves;
survives environs menace,
summer's blaze, and winter's freeze.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
morn's cold sheet of frost
shall cover our small township
in an icy freeze
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
When I close my book,
do the characters get trapped
in time or pages?
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
Spring has gone
Summer has come
My heart is still in winter
The freezing wind made me chill,
and froze the memory
so i can search for
Time stopped in this winter
Everyone repeated same scene every day
Everything become static
like pictures in google image
so i can search for
My steps are slower
but my heart is kept searching
starting from this freezing winter
will go on and on.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
Your tears strike
the frozen sleet below.
I shuffle to pick them up
because diamonds
are irrefutably too precious
to be wasted away
on such an ungrateful surface.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC
i want frostbite
and i want to freeze
i want a cold night
and i want a bitter breeze
i want to shiver
and i want to go numb
i want a frozen river
and i want a purple thumb
i want an unforgiving winter
and i want any feeling to go
i want an icicle splinter
and i want to be buried in snow.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
walking down cold streets
with colder faces
i am unnerved
as my own cold face begins
to crack and fall apart
i am not surprised
when i shatter and collapse
their cold faces turn colder
i am pleasantly shocked
as their frost freezes me to the ground
and i become the soles of their feet
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
you really make me wonder
ALL of the time
how much you really love me
if it's all just an act
for a gain that I have not yet been able to place
but sometimes
i can imagine
usually though I freeze
a strange thing happens
possibly a defense mechanism
to protect me from a wonderful man
who may break me the way i've been broken before
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC