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#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
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
50 Miles Apart
Morning rays melt snow, beneath it a bud stands tall to declare life new.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:21 PM UTC
Frozen petals
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.
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
Slush
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.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Frozen Ponds
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
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
Winter Depths
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.
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 8:45 PM UTC
Icey Veins
If you were Medusa, I'd meet your gaze instantly, For what better fate than to spend forever frozen in this moment.
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC
Medusa
You stand there Like a frozen statue As if the very glue that held you together Had dissolved into silence.
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 7:51 PM UTC
Standing there.
Conceal, don't feel don't let them know-elsa
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
Quotes🩵
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.
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC
frozen.
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.
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Silent thread of petals ⛓️
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.
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Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 5:27 AM UTC
🗞️ Fragments of Mnemosyne ⚡
Mount Vesuvius   I blessed her with jewel's, please torch my heart at nature's pace and release the hour of her cradled embrace.
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Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 5:06 PM UTC
The Pompeii Confession
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…
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
Dual-lucent bees
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
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Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 11:55 PM UTC
Drought
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
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
Frozen In Winter
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.
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
Unseelie Heart of the Frozen Pond
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
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May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
g l a c i a t e
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.
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May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
Better With You
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.
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Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 1:44 AM UTC
In the Quiet Between
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.
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC
The Passage of Time
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.
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Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
microwave dinner
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.
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Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
frozen scarf
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?
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Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
The Color Blue