Jan 6, 2022
Your art is lovely and I wish you posted it more often!
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Your art is lovely and I wish you posted it more often!
Winterâs Gone
The cold, frigid freeze
Of her words could cut
Deep into vibrant souls
Some would let it frost away
Others have kept the frost
Still knotted into their skin
Oh but winter was never for
The mere frost burn on theÂ
Worldâs imperious face
No, winter was born for
More perfect beings
She had no fitting tolerance
For the lame ducks and birds
Fleeting away and never returning
For hollow stones and trees
With no essence, no purpose
No, winter was cold
For nature was cruel
Bitterness made it ugly
Winter demanded life
Life from the living
So she gave them
A nip of death at their heels
And now winter is gone
She left as they grew
They evolved out of her
Because they reviledÂ
Her harsh winds and words
While they celebrated the sun
I searched for snow and ice
All I found was cold, frigid water
âOne only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.â - Jose Rizal
Down the Rabbit Hole - Chapter 1 - hypnoticwinter - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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forgive this hyperbolic lapse though I feel it all euclidean you with straightedge and wordcompass bisected lines quotidian to angle sharper, more precise prove theorems with graceloquence employ this mediumâs device with mathematic elegance I promised you some poemish lines regarding topic gratitude: here are some lines Iâve cyberspliced- I thank Pythagoras I met you
my corsets and lace are made of fire contained so briefly at one fell word from my slender neck they will set me alight quite before i am ready so wonder not why i donât talk itâs more for your sake than mine.
©hypnoticwinter // Saturday Request //
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Right back at you! Lovely vocabulary in your poems!