Winter
Piles of snow beneath my boots. Chilly wind blowing everywhere. Snow keeps mounting on the posts. On the windows and on the road. Shovels outside,. Soup inside,. Hot and rich,. Chicken and corn.
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Piles of snow beneath my boots. Chilly wind blowing everywhere. Snow keeps mounting on the posts. On the windows and on the road. Shovels outside,. Soup inside,. Hot and rich,. Chicken and corn.
A thing so tender and sweet, Allows us to feel summers great heat. Life is not free, It comes with such a high price. For when death comes to receive us, We will feel great winters cold.
Rhinos seem so hard. With skin that never cracks. I'd never make a Rhino. My hide is tissue thin. Don't remark on my strength. I'm superhero strong. With character and drive that startles most.
Autumn seems to claim your liking. The colors of our Mother’s offspring dances by a stream, Slightly bending for the soft reflecting waves. Sharp edged rocks wade in the rim of the flow.
The abyss breaths in the dark depths alone; Disguising itself to seem inviting. The song it sings is that of a groan.
When your heart is racing, And your nerves get the better of you, Enough is enough. We can't be forced into anything, We're free beings..
What a years it's been, How I've grown, What I've seen, Let's start with the royal family, The queen, A diamond jubilee, The duchess, A royal baby, Prince Harry, Party in Las Vegas, Now London, The...
What can you do. When you can't escape. When you can't get away. Away from all the pain. Away from all the hurt. Where do you go. Who do you turn to. What can you do.
I hide because I'm scared of other people, I don't eat because I'm scare that I will be caught. I don't sleep for I need to protect myself from......THEM..
I can't wait five more days, I simply can't wait until then, I want to open my presents right now, And blow out my candles all three plus ten..
Love is a small flower A pink bud of shyness Until it blossoms into its true beauty. Love is a golden retriever An energetic puppy when just discovered But loyal and loving when fully matured..
I wonder if... there's this place I don't know about A place where I can be me Without society judgment A perfect world without Any flaws. It would get boring though Would it not. Xx Mishka.
Being a sour puss is tired, sweet is in it's mode. Sours been retired, for the feeling expires , with willful fires. That I ignite with shined , pressurized burning desire.
A free verse I wrote a while back. I also adapted it into a poem. Critique is encouraged ^.^ ____________________ I run your sharp kiss across my wrist. Should I give in. You call to me.
Fight for you Respect you Include you Encourage you Need you Deserve you Stand by you.
The sky is made of me, the stars are made of you, love is in the air, there's nothing we can't do..
A blustery Windy evening, For all your advancement, Nature dictates to thee..
When you call a girl fat She starves herself because she knows she is You call her ugly and she will cover her face in make up because she knows she is ugly So think before you judge.
don't you dare awake my sleeping spirit. don't let your hand whisper across my cheek. let me be, let me lie here. let me drift off to a world far, far away. don't you dare disturb my still body.
Maybe I was meant to be here, To feel, Like this again Again Again Or maybe not Because my tears That fall Stream Or trace my cheek That gently fall into my lap Shouldn't Be there.
Love is the hardest thing you can understand. It is not the same from one couple to the next, nor for the people in the couple. Love is tricky, complicated, and a mess.
After all this time. I still don't understand. I don't understand how. How I could still get nervous. Nervous to talk to you. To see how you're doing. To know what's going on.
I'm on the edge of a cliff Standing there Not knowing what to do, Should I jump. Should I yell. Should I just sit there and take in the view. What should I do. I could just walk away.
You were the one I ran to, You were the one I told everything to, You were the one person who I trusted. So tell me this, Why. Why did you have to run your mouth. Why did you have to tell somebody.