Snow Kept Love

She walks with grace, like the wind in snow

Never knowing where she's going

Only knowing that she must go

 

Her feet are bare and her eyes are bright

But her skin is paler than freshly fallen snow

Perhaps that's why her nails are like caught stars

 

Lips grey as the rainy skies

Rain not clear but blood red when poured

She quivers in shock not in fear but in cold

 

Cold air fills her lungs but her breast do not move

Her muscles stiff, like rocks pushing against currents

Insanity

It's like a dark void

Do you feel it?

 

It's like jumping into a pool and not being able to stay afloat

Do you feel it?

 

It's like drowning and seeing everyone else breathe around you

Do you feel it?

 

 

It's like having your loved ones wrap their hands around your neck

Do you feel it?

 

It's like an addiction, you have to have it

Do you feel it?

 

Do you feel it crawling in your veins?

How about on your skin?

The slithering is like a snake, crawling up your throat

Do you feel it?

Annoyance

Annoyance is like a virus

Once you have it there is no control

 

Every word, every sound

Like nails on a chalkboard

 

The voices are in different pitches

Do you hear the annoying sounds?

 

Preach your words and preach your slime

Mr. wannabe cat

 

Maybe then your yowls will cease to amaze me

Maybe then your nine lives will become zero

 

Just like your attention span to this poem

Bipolar Copy Cat

why preach something that no one wants to hear?

just so you can feel like you have something interesting to say?

i have bad news for you

you only prey on the weak minded

you're talking but are you really saying anything?

Poem for a friend...

Layers of mouse chocolate, a froth so delicate

Rays of gold in the right angle of light

Unable to fight the urge of losing ones self in it's waves

Each line unique, almost like rays of light

Untamable to the owner and it's creator

Oh how lovely to the curves accentuate great beauty

Many envy the wearer

Many wish to have hold of this great gift

And many will do anything to take it

A shame that it was cut off by envy

A shame that the wearer no longer holds a lock of beauty.