"blizzarding" poems - Hello Poetry

Three people sit in a small bedroom gathered around an electric space heater. It is blizzarding outside and the house they are in is old and drafty. The first person is named Matthew. Much of his life has been spent following wishes of others. Right now is when he is starting to make up his mind about his own beliefs. He loves defending them; he loves discovering he has been wrong all along. The second person is Ryan. He is extremely intelligent, but reluctant to accept his own conclusions. He has come to a sure outcome, but it depresses him and he is hoping someone will come along and prove him wrong. The third person is me. I want to prove that God exists right there in that room. I get excited, because it feels like I have proven it, but in reality I only prove it to myself. The discussion dissolves in laughter. Matt is left uncertain, Ryan is left with science, and I am left with God.

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Oct 2, 2010

Oct 2, 2010 at 9:17 PM UTC

tommy-n

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Three people sit in a small bedroom gathered around an electric space heater. It is blizzarding outside and the house they are in is old and drafty. The first person is named Matthew. Much of his life has been spent following wishes of others. Right now is when he is starting to make up his mind about his own beliefs. He loves defending them; he loves discovering he has been wrong all along. The second person is Ryan. He is extremely intelligent, but reluctant to accept his own conclusions. He has come to a sure outcome, but it depresses him and he is hoping someone will come along and prove him wrong. The third person is me. I want to prove that God exists right there in that room. I get excited, because it feels like I have proven it, but in reality I only prove it to myself. The discussion dissolves in laughter. Matt is left uncertain, Ryan is left with science, and I am left with God.

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from blistering to blizzarding for hot to cold from left to right from yes to know such dramatic differences between the two like dramatic and static like wilderness and zoo these changes are apparent like apparent and non like fire and ice but the burns are long gone one without the other would be quite a shame for i would depressed if I were a horse without a mane

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Apr 6, 2013

Apr 6, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC

alaska-jaxbird

from blistering to blizzarding

from blistering to blizzarding for hot to cold from left to right from yes to know such dramatic differences between the two like dramatic and static like wilderness and zoo these changes are apparent like apparent and non like fire and ice but the burns are long gone one without the other would be quite a shame for i would depressed if I were a horse without a mane

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Framing and distorting My esteem Cutting and slitting Taut and drained veins /Bluing my blues Now this nadir lacks newness / Little pinpricks At that distant road Marking human moments And seafret telling me to breathe For once i do, i breathe i breathe through this blizzarding wind i breathe through the lava thats frozen i breathe beside the monster -me i breathe in this wrecked home - me i breathe with this taped skeleton i breathe with my fluorescent lungs i breathe, standing on the higway amidst this commotion i breathe, i breathe as the fast wheels drive past me,i breathe after so long and then i exhale the breath, like i never existed, i dissolve. Atleast i seek to. ~d.

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC

smotheringblue

breathing

Framing and distorting My esteem Cutting and slitting Taut and drained veins /Bluing my blues Now this nadir lacks newness / Little pinpricks At that distant road Marking human moments And seafret telling me to breathe For once i do, i breathe i breathe through this blizzarding wind i breathe through the lava thats frozen i breathe beside the monster -me i breathe in this wrecked home - me i breathe with this taped skeleton i breathe with my fluorescent lungs i breathe, standing on the higway amidst this commotion i breathe, i breathe as the fast wheels drive past me,i breathe after so long and then i exhale the breath, like i never existed, i dissolve. Atleast i seek to. ~d.

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