Damn, it’s cold.
Icy as hell.
Well, Icy as
the North Pole.
Brrr. It’s cold
outside. I feel
my bones ache
with each step.
My nose turns
red. My head
will freeze
as it hits
a chilly breeze.
Shivers erupt
as I shake
the hot chocolate
inside the
foam cup
I’m holding.
Damn, it’s cold
outside. A good
time to stay
inside. I’ll stay
near a fire-
place with
a lit-up face.
It’s where I
need to be.
It’s warmth
I desire.
For why must you need me to work at all?
Hiding in fear that you might not be used
Now I’m away, insisting that you call
Outside I’m fine, but my heart is now bruised
Someone else played you with the slightest care
Your soul is damaged because of abuse
From being complete to having no air
The machine is broken, bolts are now loose
I try to turn you on, but I can not
You glowed green before the years of torment
Your system was left on for now it’s shot
Safe to say that our time was very well spent
Now you’re dead with the circle in your eyes red
I send you away for my Xbox is dead
Blood runs blue from the outside
Until curiosity builds too strong
What courses thru us takes human shape
Once a wound can be examined
A story is told of how it opened
Bravery takes a hand and moves it to feel a scar
But hope keeps one finding out more
As a finger’s path exposes each pink bump
Inconsistently weaved in one’s skin,
A story is told of how it opened.
A finger reached smooth skin
But hated how flat it felt.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 