#frozen
I remember that day.
That Saturday night
where we shared words.
I had opened up
my heart, showed it
plain, beating.
You saw it, learnt
the beauty and the
pain from what lay within.
Your drink in your hands
began to fill up
with saltwater.
You realized that my
love wasn't false or fake,
but grown from despair.
Your cup,
full to the brim
overflowing.
Though you werent quite there
your warm presence lacking
in my frozen room
You were still there
when we were
50 miles apart
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
Morning rays melt snow,
beneath it a bud stands tall
to declare life new.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:21 PM UTC
When the freshly fallen snow,
Blissful symbol of the cold,
Turns to ***** heavy slush
Underneath the people's rush.
The white, pristine, dissolves to mud;
As solid state becomes a flood.
And I am stepped on as I melt,
Faster than I've ever felt.
The dirt creeps up from underneath,
Staining everything beneath.
I need the cold to stay alive;
I need to freeze just to survive.
I know you want to wash me off,
I can't escape what I'm made of.
Your love is what I've always feared;
Its warmth could make me disappear.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
I’ve read all your prose.
I’ve seen all your poems.
You know how this goes.
You’ve been here before.
Your shortcomings grow.
Your absences show.
You know how this goes.
You’ve been here before.
All cons and no pros.
Your ponds are now froze.
You know how this goes.
You’ve been here before.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Winter has pried its way into the depths
Sinking chilled claws into subcutaneous layers,
Penetrating spaces harboring vital warmth
Diminishing lively promises
Objects surrounding me are chilled
Inflexible, they seem
Bothered by any attempt of motion
Complaining with creeks and cracks
All in agreement
Descend further,
Permanently frozen fixtures
Something needs to be done
Slide open a frosty drawer,
Revealing an empowered wand
Electric arc lighter
Magically USB C charged
Two discs, behind a cast iron cage
Lie in wait, ready to emanate sun like fury
Arc sparks gas rolling through a slithering line
Blue flames erupt, heat tumbles upwards
Above, hands rub and roll first
Then a kiss to the face
Put a fan on high to circulate
Opposing forces engaged
Zero degree weather, living inside a van
Elements reign, they remind
Whose who & what's what
Trying to survive
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
With frozen veins, i can't hold worm blood,
Holding in the pain, hiding the bruises,
For i was lovely and sweet as a peach,
But got married to the hustle and pain,
For life that was to hard,
The more i played,
The more i payed,
Though it was not ever casted back,
Broken and worn i was,
Until i froze and left for dead,
And now i leave with icey veins.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 8:45 PM UTC
If you were Medusa,
I'd meet your gaze instantly,
For what better fate
than to spend forever frozen
in this moment.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC
You stand there
Like a frozen statue
As if the very glue that held you together
Had dissolved into silence.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 7:51 PM UTC
i stare at the text you sent.
do i worry?
do i cry?
do i ghost everyone?
do i get mad?
or do i just..
sit here?
frozen in my seat,
eyes glued to my screen,
not a word spoken.
i ended up sitting there
frozen,
staring,
stuck in a moment,
for a good couple minutes before
i had to reply in a way
where i didnt seem insanely
worried
about you.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC
Burns in winter’s wraith —
a soul never feels.
Where the order of silent dominion
poisons petals meant to bloom;
no home, no shelter, nowhere —
cold ice breath beneath,
And so begins a silent rite,
where the rose-red thread
lies like shackles —
binding the feet,
its true nature unveiled.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
It’s anger no, it’s frozen grief;
hatred, deep—catharsis
flows in poetry.
Too cruel—to have left
a slit of good memory.
Mars blazes—open wounds,
shattering to vindictive dust.
Letters folded
like curled serpent hair
Why forget
a single Mnemosyne of trauma?
You blessed with amnesia;
someone: remembrance's curse.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 5:27 AM UTC
Mount Vesuvius
I blessed her with jewel's,
please torch my heart
at nature's pace
and release the hour
of her cradled embrace.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 5:06 PM UTC
You can try to make us less soft, less open, less fiery…
But you are the ones who are frozen -
The ones who won’t make the diary,
When everything you claim to be right is distorted and stolen…
You can’t stop us from flying towards the light
and glowing green and golden…
So best just leave us be… you’re the wanderers of this gallery and we’re the centrepiece…
Having travelled many galaxies to see you differently,
You still look at us with one colouring, through one sheen -
But it’s time to evolve or flee…
Our wings shield your swords and shine a light but only for those who want to see -
And those who want to see have wings like me,
And we hold each other carefully…
When our eyes meet - catching our dual infinity…
Our endless vision reminding us that within our dual lucency, we belong to many cosmic entities…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
The sky drips ink
It stains my hands
A silent clock
No time to stand
I drink the tar
It pulls me down
Thick and black
It spins me round
I’m drowning
Drowning inside out
Smoke in my lungs
No way to shout
Echoes
They call
They pull
They bite
I’m lost
I’m lost
In endless night
A mirror cracks
But shows no face
A hollow laugh
It haunts this place
I’m breathing shadows
Thick and slow
A nightmare river where I flow
The stars are wounds
They bleed the dark
A frozen scream
A burning spark
I hold my breath
The silence roars
A thousand whispers
Behind locked doors
My fingers grasp
But touch no skin
A fading world
I’m trapped within
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 11:55 PM UTC
Her heart remains
In Winter's ice
Some embers dance—
only to prance
toward Spring's entice
Unknowable are her
heart's desires,
and so she must wait
for Spring's cool fires
to melt away the crystalline
and reveal the love
she yearns to sing
And so, she waits for Spring
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
O heart, soul, core, me:
If I do exist,
I am exactly pristine in condition
Under the surface of a pond
Frozen in eternal ice.
O want, wish, will, dream:
The ice that denies life,
Sapping its oppressive strength,
Transforming its innocent weakness;
Making brittle the bold,
Making hard the soft.
O form, frame, flesh, face:
The palm of my hand
Is spread against the bottom of the ice,
Reaching up as though to grasp
All the nothing I aspire to.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
this frozen shore calls me tourist
followed by money grubber and whoremonger
then reckless looter and polluter
names me hazard and spits on me
it squeaks and whines
pops bubblewrap and grinds polystyrene
jarring and wincing my ears
nature has called me out
it fires at me
with a list of my species crimes
the pudding's in the proof
and i'm left simply unable to be a recluse
in the company of
this frozen winter shore
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
I can't do horror movies,
But I can if you hold my hand.
Every bad thing gets better,
When we do it together.
So let's do more,
Love is our open door.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
Frost laces the earth —
a quiet diamond veil,
whispers of smoke rise,
spilling through the breath of trees.
Snow, soft as forgotten dreams,
drifts over stones, over roots,
its silence pressing close,
like a hand on the chest of night.
The wind, thin and sharp,
skims the hollow of the hills,
pulling shadows into its folds,
sewing the moon into the bones of the sky.
Bare branches stretch,
clawing toward a distant sun,
their fingers white and brittle,
writing cold prayers in the dark air.
Below, a river sleeps —
its pulse muted,
veiled under ice,
the valley cradles it in a long, slow sigh.
In the pause between seasons,
we linger —
half-light and half-shadow,
breathing the fragile quiet of winter,
waiting for what is to come.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 1:44 AM UTC
The passage of time
Weaves its entrails around my heart,
Capturing a moment long ago
Frozen in time,
Edges blurred and faded,
But the essence of emotions encapsulated forever,
Like a crying pearl upon my heart.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC
he's getting old now, but still young enough
to buy self-help books he’ll read
only to stay on the treadmill
next to the other suburbanauts.
uses a fortune cookie slip as a bookmark
that just says run.
he's getting old now, but still young enough
to think he "found" someone—
someone as boring as he is,
and they swore to her readymade god
"to have and to hold" each other's
credit card debt and tangled mess of neuroses
‘til death of one kind or another comes.
he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to pretend it’s not happening.
cleans the gutters. trims the lawn.
drags his boat to the river every summer
to drink beer and lie in the heat—
like the sun will burn the years off.
he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to break down in the grocery store,
somewhere between the potato chips
and the popcorn,
crying onto the linoleum,
wiping his nose on his sleeve—
a quiet little implosion
under fluorescent lights.
he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to think he’s missing something.
like a dog still searching for the ball
that was never thrown.
like a flickering motel sign that just says
no vacan, no vacan, no vacan
he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to feel like a frozen dinner in the microwave—
burnt to hell on the outside,
ice-cold in the middle.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
I have frozen lake independence—
self-sufficiency stuck in a state of stasis,
waiting for spring or a better excuse.
I’m the last bud in the bag,
that lonely bit of green at the bottom—
each time you reach for me,
you know you’re running out.
I’m a scarf left outside,
stiff as a corpse, wrapped tight
around a post under the overpass.
Some do-gooder tied a note to me—
“Take me if you need me.”
but nobody needs me.
everybody’s got their own warmth,
their own coat, their own somebody.
so I stay there,
tied up, forgotten,
waiting for some cold *******
to come along and wrap me
around their neck.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
The color blue,
not just a random hue.
Blue begins the start of each day and continues through the night.
Blue like the sadness you feel when your not feeling right.
Blue as the tears falling from your cheek when you start to overthink.
Blue like the deep waters; some will tread, others will sink.
Blue like the birds who flutter their wings high in the nest,
and stay snuggled under their mother’s breast.
Blue like the blood pulsing in your veins keeps your body living.
Blue like the color eyes you stare deep they just keep giving.
Blue like the bluebells growing in a patch,
just putting a smile on your face when you pass.
Blue like the hottest part of a flame from a fire,
never touch no matter how much you desire.
Blue like the flag that holds the white stars tight representing our freedom and our rights.
Blue like your fingers and toes getting frozen from the weather, making it hard to move
Blue like the moon that Elvis sang about and he swooned us, too.
Blue can be the faintest hue to the deepest hue.
Blue can always look so good on you,
no matter what your mood,
What’s not to love about the color blue?
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC