#writing poetry. . .; ic
serena crane, ice princess
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꧁★꧂
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"You hold such high opinions of me, that I do not deserve.. I only hope you're not afraid of monsters."
You're scared you might not live up to my expectations, you worry that I've placed you on the highest pedestal, that I've created an image, an idealized version of you in my mind.
But I have never expect you to be anything more than exactly who you are in each and every precise second of time.
And I want you all the same, what you call beautiful and what you say is ugly.
I want you when you're lying awake alone at night, crying to the stars, when you are hopeless, crumpled on the bathroom floor.
I want your damage, your undoing, your violence.
No less than I want your good.
Your dancing and laughing in the kitchen as you wash the dishes, the carefree way you giggle as you whisper to me little secrets.
Your confidence, your gentle touch, your kindness.
I have seen your duality, I assure you, you're no worse a person than me.
The way I would be compelled to kiss you - how I have spent every waking, dreaming breath wondering how your lips would feel against mine.
And you'd let it happen, at least for a moment, just to know what it was like.
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my lungs
polar paws
mawl
my innards
merciless
as I build
a palace
of ice
under the aurora
borealis
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and even though the stains from the bright and artificial ice-creams we had are long gone from my clothes and my tongue, I still try to remember what it tasted like, how it was like between us back then when there was still so much to discover. yesterday, I bought the same popsicles we had, as if I could truly ever go back, and I swear something I have known, has never tasted so alien.
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Uncomfortable
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The sound of a distant tune,
From that of childhood.
Cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
The moment feels like
Tar against my skin.
Sticky.
My body is heavy with
"I don't think this is working."
The way you
Tried to touch me.
Saying no felt like
Power.
To sit in silence,
That tune echoing in my head,
Dislodging thoughts,
Letting them fall
Down into my stomach.
My skin burned with the warmth
Of sweating in my sleep.
Wake up-
I shivered against the morning air.
Do it for yourself.
Do it for yourself.
Do it for-
x
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sprung has spring, i think
i am eating oregon cherry ice cream and the night is warm
and for a second, everything is okay.
i sat in the sun and waited for my food,
and i tried a new drink, and a friend called me beautiful.
spring is here to give me a break,
and a pat on the back for a job well done.
the future is uncertain but i know it will be fun,
i know it will be good, because i am good.
i know everything will be okay.
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Ice and cold, for the winter soul. Those who are from the north, understand it. The pain comes, starting slowly. First the fingers, then the face. Exposed and bare. Then what is underneath? The body trembles and the mind goes numb. A stillness start. A silence.
And once the silence ends, something new begins. The body is calm, it gets used to the cold. It adapts. It grows stronger. So fellow stranger. Do not fear the cold. Embrace it and with it the peace that it brings.
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Walking through fire
I walked through fire, got purged and clean
found my way out without being seen.
I travelled to the dark lands and back
no longer stuck at the end of the track.
Like a fenix I rose at the crack of dawn,
my sparkling wings no longer withdrawn.
I wish you could see what I've become
no longer scared, but a woman of my own.
Then maybe you'd lift your eyes
and see me with a knowing smile.
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Fen writes poetry? Hello???
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My poor fading ember,
I ask the universe to look after you, for the Spring breeze to keep you burning until you are fed the nurturing you deserve and can burn bright once more.
You know that I would gently pick your coals from the ash, ignore the burning flesh of my palms as I raise them to my lips, and breathe my own life back into you. Down to my last, shallow breath if that is what it took.
What is love in darkness? What am I without you?
I would return you to the sun myself to refuel your essence, so long as you might become unwavering again.
Sincerely, desperately,
Your cold, shivering girl
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"Some say the world will end in fire, / Some say in ice."
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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Iced
.
Even the wall is cold
Ragged snowflakes falling
Like ash from a fire
But no warmth to be had
The condensation of my breath
Is the only reason I know I'm alive
But do I feel anything?
Am I even capable of it?
Everything is below zero
In my frozen mind
No small spark could ignite me
No small thing could excite me
No person alive could delight me
No person available to save me
I beg of this dying Earth
Please, lock my luck
Within my frigid dying husk
So no one else has to be...
Just
Like
Me
.
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the thirsting fog
folds me into her velvet ice
my body shimmers and heaves
in her silver sheets
as she teases out of my lungs
a crystal cloud
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