The coldness stretches out, touching all cornersBare trees, bare everythingThe air is crisp and chilly, seeping in through the gapsYou disappear in the silenceWinter’s arms outstretched around you, trying to drag you inThe bleakness gripping you with icy fingertipsThe days are short and the nights are longThe sky is dark. BlackEndlessAchingLonely days and lonely nightsEverything is gray and desolateAloneBut then you remem...

After her 20th pill, the water tasted bitter and she gagged involuntarily. She wanted to pee now, having drunk at least three glasses of water. Whether it was the anti-depressants taking effect or just the numbness which had enveloped her; she didn’t know, but couldn’t get herself up to go to the bathroom. She simply sat on her bed, waiting for something to happen. She wanted to cry but was shocked that she couldn’t. Sure...

December 22, 2015 Ricky breathes deeply as he walks through the park. The air, sweetened by the scent of pine and cooled by the fallen snow, refreshes his lungs and spirit. It’s barely evening, yet it’s already dark out, the sun having slipped below the horizon. The snow on the ground is new and untrodden. It casts a luminous blanket all around, as if flying above the clouds at night. He and Crystal are all alone in the p...

I stand alone in the quiet early morning nightThe cold December moon, while low, is still brightHer comforting light reveals your face to meI always find you when I look upon her, you seeAs this last autumn breeze kisses my faceI feel your gentle hand upon my heart in this placeThe shadows of the morning quiet surroundAs if the peace the world sought has finally been foundI turn and face the points of the compass roseAnd...

Love and hate, hand in hand, light, the shortest amount todayDarkness, winter coming, daylight ending way too soonDepression, lethargy waiting to set in and get in my waySolstice is a day of pain and hope for me as I await the return of the sun's raysIn the darkness I can ruminate about life and chances not takenLasting so long this day of the year, my mind races and runsI take advantage of the night's long length to test...

I hate summer, Because of the Hot weather. But I love it so, For the outdoor fun. The hiking, The swimming, And especially, The camping. I love the tank tops, Shorts and sandals. The sun dresses That makes me feel So pretty. I love the big sun hats, And oversized sunglasses. How cold, hand squeezed Lemonade tastes Like sweet heaven Under the hot, Scorching sun.I love autumn. How the leaves change Colors, How they float Sl...

What is Winter But a season of nostalgia Don't know what brings back more The coldness Or the coziness Fog of forgotten  rain of rememberence mist of memories: some beautiful some bad Some sweet some sad But all with a touch of unfathomed melancholy Like no one is listening and never will Like time has stopped,clocks still The moment will never pass Chained in echoes of past Solitude of souls Filling the vacant holes In t...

Darkness.Embedded in the shadow.Shadow.Comes with the light.Its cold outsideEven though the sun shines.Its colder insideI'm suffocating with my plight.No one knowsHow much they can endure,Until you go Through and through the blows.Ups and downsThings keep going around;Moving onThat's the real job.Just a rayGives hope like May,Just a thoughtMakes me head strong.One smile In a million frowns,And in timeIts like the domino f...

Snow cascades from the trees. Avalanches flowing down their trunks, gathering at the base like waterfalls. Are they breathing in the soft afternoon breeze,or are they shivering from winter's cold? Shaking and quivering, trying to stay warm. Dropping the weight from their limbs, creating snow storms of their own. Nature's beauty on display everywhere one looks. Ribbons sag and wiggle along the fence tops,creations like not...

What happens after the leaves change. When the sun and rain go away. When the temperature changes. The bitterness grabs you in the strangest of ways. Its reputation precedes it. The skies are turning gray. The birds fly south. The wind comes to stay. Cold and malicious, it blows. Never ending, always on the go. Turns your skin to an ashy mix. Lips chapped and in pain. This is just the beginning of the day The sun cracks t...

Held tightly within winter's chilly grip. From the roof, icicles no longer drip. Catching one's eye, like a crystal chandelier. Beautifully illuminated as sun rays appear. Frosty branches, not even giving a flutter. -20, one would think they should shudder. New snow lays in a fluffy blanket deep. Quiet only fills the air, not even a cheep. Bundled in their roost fluffed into a ball. Sunshine soon to awaken song birds' cal...

If you were quiet enough, you might hear the heartbeat of each flake as it hits its sea of brethren. You could be so light of foot that you might sense the shiver of the snow itself, nestling into the crevasses and nooks of every tree and root. So cold you would be that the breath in front of your face would no longer obscure your vision, its warmth a clash of two dichotomies, the complex construction of frozen atoms, and...

Frosty dog encircled moon, color in the night. Jewels glitter upon new snow, shimmer bright. Magical memories, times when winter ruled. Childhood enthusiasm, never could be cooled. Wind blown drifts, always meant a day of play. Sliding slopes, launched airborne on my sleigh. Trudging knee deep back uphill, reaching the top. Exhilarating speed, face burning, laughing non-stop. Making snow angels, arms and legs flailing wil...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Deep azure wells turned upside down,Fathoms of years above my headWhere the stars of faerie coins wink brightlyAnd shine upwards to the earth below.The Snow Queen flies, her minions a-flurryTo serve the haughty, ice-crowned witch.The earth beneath her royal trainLies lost in slumber, deep, dark sleep.Pine trees spike into the sk...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Blue so black,A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty;Points of diamond ice prick splendourInto this thin, still-born air.Breath is wreathed around my face,Silver sinking, mouth to ground;A glittering mist of moisture's stasisBeads the frozen earth with glass.Silence, heavy,Hope lies coldAnd petrified in ancient wells.Rime a...