"hyperthermia" poems - Hello Poetry

Can’t feel my hands Or feet Or anything I don’t know if I’m stepping or not My skin is as white as the snow My body is shaking unwillingly The cold wore off long ago Just to be replaced by numbness I feel as if my heart is freezing Can’t walk anymore Falling to my knees (if they are even there) And I start to freeze more Suddenly, warmth came I wasn’t trapped in a frozen cage The cold got lost; But I lost something more

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Apr 5, 2015

Apr 5, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC

PseudonymL

Hyperthermia

Can’t feel my hands Or feet Or anything I don’t know if I’m stepping or not My skin is as white as the snow My body is shaking unwillingly The cold wore off long ago Just to be replaced by numbness I feel as if my heart is freezing Can’t walk anymore Falling to my knees (if they are even there) And I start to freeze more Suddenly, warmth came I wasn’t trapped in a frozen cage The cold got lost; But I lost something more

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my heart is cold. i met her in early august, where the sky was as blue as her nail polish. even at first glance i knew her heart was as cold as mine. i discovered, and realized years later that indeed hers was much colder, crueler, deceptive. the first time i had managed to get her in my bed i thought i was victorious, untouchable even. as we laid there in our entwined love making, i had convinced myself she was mine. i told myself she was like every other woman, i could come and go as i pleased, with no repercussions. and in this moment i had lost. i did not know it yet, but im positive she did. as i gazed into the abyss that were her eyes she knew....she always did... i dont know what about her made me keep coming back. maybe it was the scent of her skin. in my final moments i still dont know... this woman, that had captured my soul and kept it in her heart of ice. it wasnt lust anymore, my friend. we talked, under the stars, over a cup of coffee; we laughed over our favorite books and scoffed at society. danced to music that appealed to her and enthralled me. she stimulated my soul and unlocked the coldest, deepest parts of my heart. i was in love with her. and had convinced myself she was in love with me. now, i knew how all the previous women i had manipulated had felt. she was gone before February. her soft touch, her smile, her scent, the underside of her ******* her intellect all haunted me... i searched for my ice queen for many years, alas i could never find her, i still often dream of the memories we once shared. i could not warm her heart of ice. indeed, i hope someone out there could have saved her from the loneliness i could not save her from. i hope someone saved her the way she had saved me. but, i surely doubt it.

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC

franc

hyperthermia

my heart is cold. i met her in early august, where the sky was as blue as her nail polish. even at first glance i knew her heart was as cold as mine. i discovered, and realized years later that indeed hers was much colder, crueler, deceptive. the first time i had managed to get her in my bed i thought i was victorious, untouchable even. as we laid there in our entwined love making, i had convinced myself she was mine. i told myself she was like every other woman, i could come and go as i pleased, with no repercussions. and in this moment i had lost. i did not know it yet, but im positive she did. as i gazed into the abyss that were her eyes she knew....she always did... i dont know what about her made me keep coming back. maybe it was the scent of her skin. in my final moments i still dont know... this woman, that had captured my soul and kept it in her heart of ice. it wasnt lust anymore, my friend. we talked, under the stars, over a cup of coffee; we laughed over our favorite books and scoffed at society. danced to music that appealed to her and enthralled me. she stimulated my soul and unlocked the coldest, deepest parts of my heart. i was in love with her. and had convinced myself she was in love with me. now, i knew how all the previous women i had manipulated had felt. she was gone before February. her soft touch, her smile, her scent, the underside of her ******* her intellect all haunted me... i searched for my ice queen for many years, alas i could never find her, i still often dream of the memories we once shared. i could not warm her heart of ice. indeed, i hope someone out there could have saved her from the loneliness i could not save her from. i hope someone saved her the way she had saved me. but, i surely doubt it.

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my heart it cold my skin is frosted my eyes are ice my mind is frost burnt your love is my fire defrost me warm me up i'm too cold i'll die soon

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Jul 19, 2013

Jul 19, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC

maybella-snow

hyperthermia's setting in

my heart it cold my skin is frosted my eyes are ice my mind is frost burnt your love is my fire defrost me warm me up i'm too cold i'll die soon

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you can’t whisper favourite in my ear and pretend you don’t love me although i don’t think you are pretending the truth in my mind is scribbled and swallowed and affected by the circumstances and horrors of my jealousy i can’t contain it because you open me up i want you to open me up want you to love me more than her is she gonna be with you forever? if she is then i won’t be i am not even around now barely in your mind i’m like fine, red hot, wine but she was the shot of apple sourz and your mouth is coated in her she is tacky why don’t you see that she is tacky i bet she smells of cigarettes and benefits i smell of a levels and a hidden prestige you like the smell of smoke you started smoking she could not spell bourgeoisie let alone know what it means i have all these theories in my head about passiveness and television and the marxist revolution about how maths can’t be true and about the truth and these concepts and my mind always focuses on you focusing on her whilst she probably focuses on you and i bet her dainty feminine thumbs type and take pictures of her ******* and every time you open them you send one back, ***** she is wet and i am crying over another minor tragic flaw in my personality my downfall is my delusion and my jealousy to believe i am greater than i am to think that you could love me i mean you said i was your favourite and as you wrapped yourself around me i thought this is what it is like to feel warm it was the late stages of hyperthermia you put on a picture of you and her you wouldn’t put one on with me i don’t think you want to hurt me but your words scrape along the rusted sides of a personality i want to forget but you are so enshrined in me that your words sound heavenly but if god existed he knew this would not be fair to fill my chest with a heart so big but a mind full of jealousy and despair.

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC

24stars

long one

you can’t whisper favourite in my ear and pretend you don’t love me although i don’t think you are pretending the truth in my mind is scribbled and swallowed and affected by the circumstances and horrors of my jealousy i can’t contain it because you open me up i want you to open me up want you to love me more than her is she gonna be with you forever? if she is then i won’t be i am not even around now barely in your mind i’m like fine, red hot, wine but she was the shot of apple sourz and your mouth is coated in her she is tacky why don’t you see that she is tacky i bet she smells of cigarettes and benefits i smell of a levels and a hidden prestige you like the smell of smoke you started smoking she could not spell bourgeoisie let alone know what it means i have all these theories in my head about passiveness and television and the marxist revolution about how maths can’t be true and about the truth and these concepts and my mind always focuses on you focusing on her whilst she probably focuses on you and i bet her dainty feminine thumbs type and take pictures of her ******* and every time you open them you send one back, ***** she is wet and i am crying over another minor tragic flaw in my personality my downfall is my delusion and my jealousy to believe i am greater than i am to think that you could love me i mean you said i was your favourite and as you wrapped yourself around me i thought this is what it is like to feel warm it was the late stages of hyperthermia you put on a picture of you and her you wouldn’t put one on with me i don’t think you want to hurt me but your words scrape along the rusted sides of a personality i want to forget but you are so enshrined in me that your words sound heavenly but if god existed he knew this would not be fair to fill my chest with a heart so big but a mind full of jealousy and despair.

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