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Dec 2013 Dánï

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Dec 2013 Dánï

Denton

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Soft warm fire in the bedroom
I love the cold
The cold haunting wind
Standing pressed against
Smiling in its airy wave
The best feelings are but short moments
How I wish they together could last longer
Wise teacher, teach me.
turn now, into ice, made of fire.

Nov 2013 Dánï

Miss That Sisterly Love

Nov 2013 Dánï

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Miss That Sisterly Love

I miss you more than I say
I love you more every day
Little sisters want closeness
They want a bit of care
But if you're going to act like this
Then why am I even here?
Your strange emotion
It keeps me frozen
It leaves me numb
My heart is broken
I miss our bond
I miss the love
We displayed
When we were kids
Never knew growing up
Would tear us apart
I miss you, I need you
You're my sister
Can you hear me?
I don't know what to do
Sisters are forever, remember?
I can't even feel happy
Because of the distance
Between you and me
It stings, it burns, it kills
I'm surprised I survived
The tortures of this
Separation anxiety
It never fails
To break me

© Natali Veronica 2013.

In tears. excuse my sad poetry.

Nov 2013 Dánï

Shiver

Nov 2013 Dánï

Psylocke

Shiver

Long cold nights
Lonely old sights
The candle that once
Kept me warm and alive
Is now nothing but
A lump of wax

Nothing to see outside the window
But a rain of snow
There is nothing to hear
Except for the howl of the wind
No more birds chirping
Only wolves howling

Winter is coming
A very long sad winter
A winter that would freeze time
A winter with no light
A winter that would send
A shiver up your spine

I am trapped in my room
Nothing but a book as a friend
A thin blanket as a haven
Tall shadows as my company
Heavy cold air as my atmosphere
This is a long winter

Here we go, winter solstice. My very first wintery poem. Comments? Would be appreciated.

Oct 2013 Dánï

For Papa

Oct 2013 Dánï

Showman

For Papa

I see it in your eyes.
Your fear.
A fear of the unknown.
A fear of taking risks.
A lack of success.
A lack of effort.
A lack of motivation.
A lack of going for your dreams.
A frustration.
The dry threats.
"I'm gonna come down there and kick your ***," you say.
Like dry heaves.
It's wretching.
The nectar of youth slithering away.
Your trying to grasp, clamp so tight.
You are lost.
Taking your frustrations out on others.
"You are such a **** up," you snap.
You've given up on yourself.
You're drowning.
I love you. But I can't help you.