#lonlines

[a-really-rather-verbose-crow]

Bitter Cold

The hands are stiff and slowed. The air is bitter and cold. All warmth, a distant memory, long forgotten. Freezing wind bites and burns along the skin. When will the winter end, and spring begin?

[xxthexunbelieverxx]

I write my poems.

Pieces of my heart.

Hoping to be read....

Slowly,from the start.

I pour my soul into my words.

Every one......screaming to b heard

Each inflection and imperfection

Drip with my emotions raw

Bits of mine,

trapped in time

Each one a memorie saw.

Nightmares, dreams...

disgusting scenes,

Things I shouldn't say...

Put out there,for u to see,

About how my mind is frayed.

And have I said,

I love you dear

Any time today?

A rhyme in time

in which you'll find

I'll say it anyway

So let my words,warm your heart

Or break u down in tears

Take a grip upon ur soul

As I quietly share my fears.

And if u find ur fears are mine,

Don't just runaway.

But take a stand and take my hand

Together we can be brave....

[einsatzvollerwoerter]

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

Leo Buscaglia

[runadarnell]

Some of the people I've met this year have been the best friends I've ever had. This means a lot for me as I've always struggled with bullying, fake friends etc It really does get better