"hotcold" poems
Frankness seems to be the running theme so let me be that
Why does the work the energy the life the everything get taken?
Nothing more than the playthings of a bitter god a bitter people a bitter world
But bitter isn't the right word no
Not bitter
cold
A cold world of cold people except for the hot tears that freeze on my face
icecicleman
How loud do I need to shout how much do I need to cry do I need to swim or drown
until I feel anything warm except for the tears in their hotcold rivulets?
until I feel anybody touch me or care or look or respect or love or anythinganythingany
until I feel someone
anyone
at all?
until for once i actually get to come down off the wall the flower stuck there forever
until the frostbite ripped into me by the coldworldcoldpeople warms
until i finally can be someones friend or anything or
just
matter
?
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC