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ice hung from her face, dangling
off her lashes, closing her eyes for eternity.
her fingers a bitter ghost that numbs
as they glide over the cracks
silencing the unspoken screams
poised on now frozen lips,
panic should be swelling instead
of ebbing, skating away, smooth.
never would have guessed
how comforting the cold would be,
a fragile balance
so easily broken
but serene.
a walk on thin ice,
chancing life and meeting death.
off her lashes, closing her eyes for eternity.
her fingers a bitter ghost that numbs
as they glide over the cracks
silencing the unspoken screams
poised on now frozen lips,
panic should be swelling instead
of ebbing, skating away, smooth.
never would have guessed
how comforting the cold would be,
a fragile balance
so easily broken
but serene.
a walk on thin ice,
chancing life and meeting death.
Literature
Tragedy
I’m the girl in the books that is a mystery. A tragic heroin that gives the main character a new perspective.
Quiet girl, riot girl. A rebel, a tragedy.
I’m the wild ride, the adventure, the challenge. I’m the girl he wants to know all about until he goes too far and I’m no longer real.
I’m the manic depressive pixie dream girl with a tragic end.
I’m not his type but he goes after me anyway because my wild eyes, wild hair, wild life, wild thoughts.
Oh look, I’ve got an attitude. Screaming at the world, fuck the system, tongue as sharp as a knife attitude. Middle fingers, swearing at everyone, bit
Literature
A Tear for the Blackbird
We put you together from what we had
Scraps, things left behind
A poor little ragdoll.
You can sing,
But you sing alone.
When we hear you
Our broken-winged baby
Our hearts lift up and sing with you
Melody manifesting as crystal-bright tears.
Literature
I Feel
At times like this,
I feel so alone,
I know you're here,
I know you love me.
Yet still I feel withdrawn,
cloaked within myself,
hiding.
I long to be...
wanted,
desired,
liked,
loved.
It is like a drug,
I cannot quit.
Maybe it's the depression,
but when I'm like this,
there are two drugs I crave,
love and solitude.
Torn between being alone,
so you won't see the pain,
and being loved enough
to erase the pain.
Each day it grows,
worse and worse,
needing more and more,
until I drain you dry,
with nothing
left to give.
Waiting for you...
to touch me,
to want me,
to hold me,
to love me.
At tim
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a soul frozen
is as cold as death...
no tears fall
afraid of the warmth
and the painful defrost.
needs a lot of work. I have not written in awhile. please feel free to critique.
I will be catching on things shortly. Give me a little time.
is as cold as death...
no tears fall
afraid of the warmth
and the painful defrost.
needs a lot of work. I have not written in awhile. please feel free to critique.
I will be catching on things shortly. Give me a little time.
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You created great imagery in this poem and the title is a great touch. 