So cold, Why is it so cold? The air as I suck it in In gasping breaths After I have punched my knuckles…

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

The frost on the trees Glittering in the morning light A shroud of purest white Lies upon the field A blanket with the waves of a sea

Ice cold Nice cold, Frosty breath Chilling death. Burning flame

When you’re too tired to feel Too numb to care When there’s no one there To hold you close The Darkness obliges

There is a beautiful glade Covered in white roses Shimmering in the sunlight Ranks of tall trees with golden le… Surround the glade

Is it dark? Or am I blind? The spirals of encroaching night Betray the trust of the light. Shadows wail beyond the mist

I am drowning In fire And burning In water. The fire embraces me in a cold whi…

They scream He cries She laughs Sound can be a powerful thing Songs can touch the heart

I’m fine It’s a sign Yes, I know you love me I can truly see My days are bright

You can’t see me My eyes are closed So you can’t look into them Besides, your eyes are closed too. You can’t touch me

I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,