"unthawed" poems
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There are no
Monsters here...
this, the
abandoned
soft, fertile soil,
that was
to feed the
Family Gardens.
No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts.
a painful place...
this invasive, pervasive,
clusterfuck
of Us .
Here lay
The raw,
The ragged
mashed up
mis-understandings.
An onslaught
of hurts,
that float and fester
in our cauldron
of tears.
'Canvas of Colors'
tells Our story...
Melding together
The frozen and
unthawed moments of
all the
Precious
Forever
Embraces
There are no Monsters here
We are the tender
beings that continue
to breathe ragged
after the forest fire,
tripping through
Crumbling Ashes
turned wet black.
Dank and slippery.
Yearning to find
strong footing
amongst these
ruins of our
own doing
No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts
There are no Monters here
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
From the moment I saw you
I was in love.
Gazing deeply in your eyes
I saw your soul
so pure.
I was addicted
I could not look away.
It took but a moment
and instantaneously
my heart melted.
The frozen gates
that sheathed my soul
unthawed.
The guard that had enslaved
my life
dropped his weapon.
He withdrew
from his post
leaving me open
to new possibilities.
I knew from that very first glance
that I would eternally
be in love.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
we stomp the child monster. my blood goes so far as to break its promise to leave my body. a dog with a broken jaw whimpers beside the unthawed baby of the odd seamstress whose love of bubble wrap is genuine. god says in the same voice step away from the vehicle as a boy close to his attacker touches himself under his breath. The Jesus
can’t hear in the dark. the last thing I see is making this up.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
I have been recollecting our shards
Shattered glass of incandescent past
And I do not care if it cuts
My porcelain hands do not feel
For you have drained my blood
I have nothing left to bleed
But somehow I'm glad that
If you are reading this by any chance
Know that I didn't love you just once
From the first meeting until the last
And all the days in between
My love will stay unthawed
Frozen and locked here
-Petrified Heart, Margaret Austin Go
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Christi Michaels MoonFlower May 2018
Monsters
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There are no
Monsters here...
this, the
abandoned
soft, fertile soil,
that was
to feed the
Family Gardens.
No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts.
a painful place...
this invasive, pervasive,
clusterfuck
of Us .
Here lay
The raw,
The ragged
mashed up
mis-understandings.
An onslaught
of hurts,
that float and fester
in our cauldron
of tears.
'Canvas of Colors'
tells Our story...
Melding together
The frozen and
unthawed moments of
all the
Precious
Forever
Embraces
There are no Monsters here
We are the tender
beings that continue
to breathe ragged
after the forest fire,
tripping through
Crumbling Ashes
turned wet black.
Dank and slippery.
Yearning to find
strong footing
amongst these
ruins of our
own doing
No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts
There are no Monsters here
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 7:37 AM UTC
Stygian shadows devour my fall:
Incarnadine structure the greatest of all!
I fathom this flesh by transgressions been moored
In depths of iniquity forevermore.
Dreams been hallowed in glistening chest:
Thought sanctity born to be laid to rest!
Clouds of soil drape the skies,
My chalice strewn in grave on high.
Shockwaves emitted from brain do rend
In soul conviction of celestial mend,
The thew of ebony phantoms draw
Blood from heartbeat left unthawed.
A parcel wayworn and torn by winds,
And by time: the fruitage of illusory sin!
In lungs my oxygen laced and maimed,
Tis’ miasma of youth impaled by pain.
Are pining for flight the days of yore
Into the horizon of virtue’s dawn.
Yet a specter reaps my holy days
Until incorporeal, for eternity shamed.
Yet is there hope for the soul accursed?
A susurrus spins a tale of mirth:
Though once incarcerated by dirges doom,
A melisma tranced a deluged moon.
Forlorn in the skies by nebulous stars,
Yet efflorescence cocoons that body marred.
Gravity transcended by a coronal soar,
Lightness abides at aethers door!
Prophecy of the cosmos exhales at last!
Rapture divined red-shift once masked!
O extol His radiance, O relinquish your souls!
That The Transcendental shall forge ye whole!
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
She was sent by god
In the age of the Neanderthal
She was frozen on anunnaki spacecraft
In mine soul she was unthawed!!!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Enter my stasis: hands groping in the dark
Yet cannot grab nor call for help. My fingers
Are meshed by frozen teardrops, my feet do not
Trust the floor below. Such kingdom I have made,
Enough to put their walls to shame. I have everything:
Between the fortune and the fame, I stand. All the world’s
Marvels come here and do not come out. You can check out
Any time you like, a song once said, but you can never leave.
I have everything, but the single thought of you—of not
Having you—has turned them all to ice. I am married
To this arctic cathedral. I sleep beneath the sheets of satin
As cold as the hollow infinite you placed on your lips.
I do not wish to stay, but the wrist is shy at the welcome
Of a blade. At times, I would sling a sentence to the sky
To shake off sunlight from a cloud. But you would come
And tempt me with December’s air. Oh, my sweet despair,
You are the eye in the ice, the sharp drip of a frozen spike
That hangs from my ceiling. Darling, I wish to be unthawed.
A frozen kiss had sealed my lips. I cannot holler for help,
For in the land of the blind, the silent man is lonely.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
Yesterday I woke up easily.
And you’re probably wondering
Why it’s any harder on any other day.
Well any other day I feel as if my blankets
Are wrapped tightly around me giving
me the inability to move. Almost keeping me from breathing.
Except it’s not my blankets it is my lovely friend depression.
But yesterday I was able to see the sun a little brighter
And the clouds seemed to fade away
Keeping my eyes from raining
And my heart from causing a thunderstorm
And for the first time in a long time
My body felt warmth
My heart had unthawed
And in that moment
My soul was on fire.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Frozen baubles before first frost
only spring can thaw
these out..
What its cold outside....
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
They built the rhinoceros because God
foretold of coming war in which they'd need
sanctuary from the evil unthawed
beasts Earth's burning would hellishly unleash.
They built him of steel and electronics,
infused with a human intelligence,
and huddled raw within like unmade bricks
within a kiln, until their God dispensed
His justice: No escape / the heat turned on
They baked / the devil-beasts of *****
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
death arrives to feelingfulness,
all who wish to forget.
sometimes the way seeking the cold
from which the sun lifts in its hands
the heat pressed against
the mad and the strife-torn heart
affords nothingness still.
pain is etched in stone— all for no one
to hear, but he who is frozen beside
the petrified willow like a brook
unthawed from the ice of its call.
at the brink of it watch all birds,
strings, petals of days and the leap
without any sign of swelter from
a day's stridence.
how do they fit through the seam
of this river— altogether in riverrun
and aching, wind is full and stringent,
with its figure white in moon,
even whiter with hand-woven quiet.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC
Living on this Boulevard.
The struggle to survive off minimum wage is hard.
To prioritize the assembly of lies.
To patent an idea & prototype it exactly.
To be rich & successfully a dream of a vision practically.
Take my picture.
Am image maintain.
An existence retained.
An experience arranged.
A desire deranged.
So I can document & record my figure.
Do you ever wonder why you can't have my #?
Care bests are always there.
Frost bitten paws frozen & unthawed.
Misunderstood thoughts forgotten & retaught.
Sapphire skies over the horizon.
Every fiber of my being.
Again my mind in overthinking.
These stone walls are solid.
Thinking of others & babies without mothers.
Subsides but does not last.
Pride smiles while envy laughs.
Creatures if habit adapt.
Lipstick lesbians on the back of butch ***** a Harley bike.
Fully clothed I am at the beach you loathe.
Mysterious & delirious.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
All winds of nite
Do tell
Us the true
Way to howl
From in our hearts
The stars become
Endurring emblems
Before fresh morning
Frost harbors
Like mute
Crowds
And then
Like last minute
Stragglers
They fade
And leave
The ground unthawed.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC