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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
Addiction uprootes and infects
The most loving of families
InJensMind Dec 2010
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.
Poetic T Nov 2017
Frozen baubles before first frost
only spring can thaw
                              these out..


What its cold outside....
Barton D Smock Jan 2014
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.
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
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!
This piece was written for an autobiographical piece that is currently in the works. The theme behind this poem quintessentially lies in the concept of strewn dreams. The dreams are scattered by the chaos that can accompany the vulnerability and susceptibility of one's youth; therefore, in this case it applies to my aspirations which were squandered by the ignorance of denigratory individuals. My approach to formulating this poem was through the methodology of free write so it has a very abstract imprecision with regards to specific details. I hope that you can appreciate this poem despite the fact that its meaning may be quite obscure and difficult to comprehend as this is a work constructed through spontaneity as opposed to premeditative forethought . PLEASE, IF YOU HAVE ANY CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK ON ELEMENTS YOU ENJOYED OR WHAT YOU FEEL WILL HELP IN FOSTERING IMPROVEMENT EXPRESS IT FREELY. I'm keenly interested in ascertaining your thoughts and feelings regarding this work! Thank you in advance and God Bless!!
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
Addiction uprootes and infects
The most loving of familiesamily#addiction #familyunits #hurtandpain
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She was sent by god
In the age of the Neanderthal
She was frozen on anunnaki spacecraft
In mine soul she was unthawed!!!
Paul Marfil Aug 2017
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.
Melissa Fayard May 2018
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.
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.
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
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.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Norman Crane Sep 2020
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 *****
Inspired by Vladimir Kush's painting "Trojan Horse" and playing around with traditional sonnet form. This is my attempt at an instasonnet (everything on IG is shorter, right?), reduced from 14 lines (ABAB CDCD EFEF GG) to 10 lines (ABAB CDCD EE).
Michael Parish Jul 2014
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.
EmperorOfMine Oct 2018
He sits in a shadow composed, unthawed.
Drove to live apathetically...
He hears a whisper right by his ear,
Don't be emotional, my dear.

A lonely path he'd like to fill.
There's no reason to fight alone.
He hates feeling like he's a tragedy,
Doomed to live on his own.

A chill of many unknown ends,
Surrounded by a sea of eyes,
No one noticed his fragile heart,
Yet he remains to simply cry.

He glances through the room he's in.
Looking for unknown predators.
A troubled past will do that, so...
Easily torn by just the wind.

Composing minor destruction.
Lucid chaotic construction.
How must he live in such a world,
That spits a path to combustion?

With many minor injuries,
His life may seem to wilt and bleed.
A cast of iron stained on him.
Choked by that life's sharp thorny weeds.
We repent and cry out to a distant God
Then recite apologies to all that hear
Knowing that our regrets are but a façade

Our footsteps are heard throughout the metal rod
Longing and fearing a punishment severe
We repent and cry out to a distant God

Ringing and singing, our voices sounding odd
Fumbling through early laws, trying to adhere
Knowing that our regrets are but a façade

Feeling around, we find the dark firing squad
The purpose of it shall be ever unclear
We repent and cry out to a distant God

Panicking through the grainy darkness we clawed
Seeing nothing but what is in our own sphere
Knowing that our regrets are but a façade

The reality is that we are all flawed
Is our final repentance not insincere?
We hope for our stone hearts to become unthawed
Knowing that our regrets are but a façade
Zoetrope Apr 2019
He was spring.
Morning dew which glazed my mind,
Faint sunlight that broke
through grey Mondays
But I was left bleating while my
April showered.

Then Summer,
Her hot ‘n’ heavy freedom.
Intoxicating afternoons caused dehydration,
or over-hydration.
A midsummer night turned a lonely August
spent recovering from heat’s stroke.

Autumn eyed
and jack’o’lantern smiled. An attraction
from a dad-designed haunted house.
Motorcycle-wielding and leather-clad.
I now know that ******’s not just a movie,
and how to deal with Hitch-*****.

Ice unthawed
Through the sprunging of spring.
An impossibly unmelted slushy.
A waterlogged log unburnt by Fawkes’ Fire.
Am I winter because they’re gone? Or.
Are they gone because I’m winter?
Keshia21lb Jul 2020
Desire ......Your Touch

I want to feel
the heat of your hands on my skin....
I want to close my eyes and loose
myself in the essence of your touch...
I need this.
I... ache for this...
With winter's end my
entire soul unthawed too...
Now every inch of me
aches... with need...
for you...
So far away
yet so near...
I need to feel your warm breath
whisper in my ear
I want to wake up to
your body smothering mine
as you cover every inch of me
with the heat of your tongue
I want to yeild to you
Submit to you
Give in to you
Commit ...Carnal Sins with you
Between us...
Nothing is Taboo...
I swear...
I've never been so hungry
As I desire every morsel
of your being
I want to taste
your sweet N Salty goodness
Till I'm addicted to your flavor...
I want to be filled... completely
By your lips and strength
Of you...All of you oh Cheryl. I will

Surrender... Everything
Until I am breathless
Yet neveer empty...

As my Desire for you
Never wanes ...
ALways desiring you
Always... dreaming of you
Knowing That my thirst
will not be quenched
Until you come to me...
Until you come and get
what has always...
been yours...
How I
Desire.... Your Touch

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