Now that I’m alone I feel the aching start Upon my frozen throne The sorrow grows in my heart Phantoms place the palace floors Asking, shouting, demanding The only person left standing Answers I don’t have the questions for Crack’s alongside the foundation Crumbling before my eyes Cold stone once strong in its formation Shatters to dust from the skies Snowflakes mock me at their slowed pace I rule over this lonesome place...
The snow was frozen, sparkling in the moonlight.What have I done? How did I lose sight? Did I walk away from the fight that night when you told me not to run? When will our time come? After I begged you to take flight.Broken promisesInside I screamWake me from this dreamWhen I get lost amongst the willingly tossed will you hear me shout your name? Will it sound the same as it did before when death was there beating down t...
The wind howled mercilessly as it forced the cold rain under her hood and soaked her to her skin. Through the trees she saw a light and found the refuge she needed. “Come in, come in. You poor soul.” The old woman sat her beside the fire and brought her a bowl of steaming home made soup and a chunk of fresh crusty bread. Soon the heat radiated throughout her body. The old woman placed something on the table. She looked at...
There's nothing I wanted more than to get out. It was cold; Dark; Wet. I hadn't seen daylight in so long, my eyes had simply accepted the blackness and had turned my brain over to my other senses. The sound of dripping and creaking was my whole life. The occasional soft whirring and dull throbbing broke up the time and created some sort of regularity, if they were regular at all. Time, however, was meaningless there in th...
Ode to the Outhouse by kscorn080 (pete) Do you remember The little house out behind Where you had to go out And clear your mind You sat in there With the critters and bugs Bees and spiders Maybe even some slugs It was an oven in summer And made you sweat An icebox in winter When it rained it was wet When you were finished Done with your chore You jump up quickly And rush out the door For you had been told But it might not...
A stomachache, runny nose and a pounding head. A sneeze and a wheeze, I wished I were dead. My forehead felt so red and so hot. They say it's a bug, that's what I have got. To bed I did go, with covers pulled up. Mom’s hot chicken soup, filling up my cup. Sleep I did seek, for a little relief. To end my discomfort, to end my grief. It was not to be, that night of peace. Of mom’s soothing liquid, my stomach did release. Up...
I walked away. The fan was too loud.Blaring in my face,freezing my arms.I opened up a word document,started typing this tripe,hoping that I’d be able to block it out. It ain’t even warm in here.Tyranny. It hurts, please make it stop!Remove the fuse, I will. Cut the wire.Throw it out the window.Maybe get the dog to piss on it. It freezes me, stresses me. Eats away at me. It fucks with any remaining sanity.I write to gain s...
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...
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...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Search the starsFor dreams that are lost.Fly upon the backs of carrion crowsAs they batter their ragged wingsAgainst walls of dead airWith gluttonous envy in their eyes.Lay down your ragged breathUpon the iron earthAs it rusts away in the peat bogsAnd raises the stink ofIdeas in decay.Pluck your visions from theEntrails of sinAn...
She shakes, blade to her wrist, tears in her eyes, heart on the floor, stomped on like a doormat, flattened and frail, hidden from view, so as not to be hurt. The blood drips to the floor to the towel laid down. She shakes, She falls, She escapes, but in the end she is still cold.
Difficult to see the brighter side of life.Hidden away in dimness, feeling strife. Inadequacies, linger in the shadows. Darkness, spearing wits like arrows. Memories of a childhood stolen early.Growing beyond years too fast surely. Guilty thoughts, a child has no choice.Heart, mind debating, without rejoice. Instead of pilfering ones childhood. Life taken completely, they should. Better option than a life sentence passed....
A fresh dusting of snow as I awake this morning.I hate winter, really I do, let this be your warning. Seeing the ground covered with white purity.Me now full, filled, brimming with security. Knowing that nature is cleansing the earth.Never leaves my thoughts lacking dearth. Green of the grass poking through the white.Warms my heart, though the coldness I spite. She has a plan and she makes it very clear.Always doing what...
Have you ever seen a "Snowy White Christmas”? I did one time and I did not like it at all. It was so very cold, my nose and ears almost froze! I honestly do not care, about the Christmas season. No one seems to remember, the original most magical reason All has been focused, on shopping and spending. When in fact they really should be sharing and praying The world is not a cruel, or self-centered place. It is those that a...
Snow devils swirl, creating many shapes, drifts form. North winds blow, displacing all that is not attached.Sculpture masking the landscape, beauty of the storm. Branches swaying, grass laying flat against the ground.Freezing everything in your path, a nasty, nasty, squall.House rattles, creaks, groans, what a cold ghostly sound. Jack Frost gathering on the inside of the window pane.-40 centigrade thermometer shows, wind...
