#frostbite
The bright aurora
Reflected in the cold lake
I feel the frostbite
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
Silver tongues use flowery words
to paint lust and heat as one -
they call it fire,
and claim we're children of the sun.
A pretty lie: Lust is not heat.
It is the frozen erasure of humanity.
It is face-blurring,
flaw-concealing frost,
surviving only at an arm's length.
It is standing in a blizzard of longing,
each snowflake of your own making,
aching for her warmth,
her softness,
like cold blood begging for a pulse.
But when you
finally
meet her lips,
all your hunger
runs off like meltwater,
a deluge leaving nothing behind.
Lust is not heat.
It is frostbite;
slowly numbing and deadening,
until you cannot feel what you've lost,
and
can no longer tell what's been taken.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:56 PM UTC
Shivering, Quivering, because
of the cold, wind chill, frostbite
the temp is so bold,
Ice is forming,
at the mountains peak,
snow is falling heavily
like pure white sheets,
winter is in the air,
the snow clouds are gray,
It's turning out to be, a
cold wintery day.
WAKE-UP,
winter is here,
SO, LOOK ALIVE
Wear your
COATS, SCARVES, GLOVES, and
Come meet me outside,
there is so much snow,
as far as the eyes can see,
Let's Create a Snow Angel,
a gift so heavenly,
in the front yard,
Build a snow man,
with a lot Of creativity,
A Happy wintery morning
is what this day
has come to be.
B.R.
Date: 9/27/2025
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
"Don't you want to make it work?"
I asked
Tears in my eyes
Begging you to stay
Clutching your hand
In desperation
My heart quivering
Fearing the answer
You might give
Nothing ever hurt me
As much as you saying
No
You didn't
You were done
The cold swept in
And took me away
Far far
From you
Because next to you
I was getting
Frost bite
No longer smitten
Just ******
And frost bitten
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
*there was ice wrapped
around my h e a r t,
f r e e z i n g it shut.
& then the ice started
m e l t i n g away,
but i suddenly started
f e e l i n g cold.
cause this ice, burning
i n s i d e my v e i n s
has made itself home.
cause once this ice
crystallized, my heart
got f r o s t b i t e.
so just because the ice
is gone, doesn't mean
that my heart has been
s a v e d.*
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
I am in love with
the winter,
like I am in love
with you.
I am in love with
chills down my spine,
and I am in love with the cruel.
*(My heart,
it stays open
only to be frozen,
but nevertheless,
I can breathe.)*
I am in love with
the way the snow melts,
a chemical transfer of heat.
I am in love with
the way summer felt,
But winter is bitter, like me.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
☀**
*shadows
are cast
by
the sun
so
i guess that explains
why
you
don't have
one*
**❄
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Our dreams haunted us like winter kisses skin,
The type of linger that often speaks of sin.
It is unforgettable, the atrocities committed that day,
Now Little Samuel has no daddy with whom he can play.
Had we regretted it, upon seeing color leave his face?
We were too preoccupied to think, as, back home we raced.
Now I wonder how long he laid there in the snow,
Due to disturbed children he didn't even know.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
i didn't wear my hat, i know
i should have, but i felt rebellious
in some small way, i tried to cheat the day
and paid in tingling pain, sharp aching corners
and a strange sense of pride in my bones warmed me
until just the tips of my ears were left white, dead
yes, dead
but i felt alive
to be in danger and know it, to press on against the cold
to push forward into the wind, though before you is only white
to turn blindly into the storm, to accept the blizzard's strength
to guess what lies ahead in fear and still take the risk
this, to me
is courage
maybe i'm just talking about frostbite like some romantic wound
or maybe we're in danger, you and i
pressing on into the storm despite numbing fingers
smiles frozen, eyes watery
maybe we'll get frostbite in our hearts
but i think it's worth the risk
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
candlesticks caught up in your wristwatch grip bundled up burning chopsticks not frostbitten yet, flashlight to toes happy it still shows your glowing red interior
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I will stand outside
in the cold
for six hours
if it means I get to see you
when all the minutes have passed
Even if that means kissing you
with my frostbitten lips
By Chloe Elizabeth
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Frostbitten time lays still in the wilderness, devoid of human life, the nature can roam free in the icy emptiness, distorted frozen water strips the trees of their skin and yet its here that life persists, it would be beautiful to live in a world like this.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC