"extenuated" poems
The intolerable cold wind had sprung out,
obliterating anything on its passage.
The hours Spent outside felt more extenuated as you walked on.
It wouldnt be long until you'd feel your own audable behaviror freeez -
but vanish.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
The curse of fall is embodied in the wiping wind..
my hair flapping about frizzily in the October air.
My jacket provides warmth within its tufts of fluff
and my shoes carry my feet.. seeking moisture that
sweat no longer provides.
My hands cry out for warmth as I bury them in my pockets..
the lines and indentations are extenuated by lack of things soft.
my glasses fog up with steam as my nose touches the lip of the coffee cup.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
When you get what you want, it's not always so sweet. When you've been waiting on it forever and it feels like you must compete. After awhile, it gets old and your efforts begin to wane. Before too long, indifference takes over and you can't distinguish apathy from pain. I, too once felt the wait extenuated and it hurt because I didn't know why. It took 5 1/2 years for my first installment of my "Special Day" to arrive. Take heed, young maiden for once it happens, it won't come yet again. Once he takes that knee, if you don't agree your fair fellow's love may end. But, if you're anything like me and you'd been waiting for a long time, when the ring comes out and you sense a hint of trickery, don't doubt. For sometimes, you do indeed get what you want and all is well. Ah, sweet love! It could be heaven, or it could be hell!
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC