The Pleasant Winter Evening by AsterDew, literature
Literature
The Pleasant Winter Evening
It was a cold winter evening
I was inside my home,
Sitting near the hearth for warmth
I felt the chillness underneath my heel
So, I thought of having a sip of warm coffee
Suddenly, an idea crept into my mind
I thought of going for a walk
Soon, I stepped out of the home
With my warm clothes
As I was walking I heard the ...... of
the twosome birds. It was very tuneful.
On the way I saw a bright coloured
Flower on the side of the road. I was hilarious
at the sight of the flower.
So, I plucked it and returned home.
How can I be a better friend?
Is it possible?
How can I keep hurting you?
How can I stop?
How can I hurt you with my thoughtlessness?
How can I stop?
How can I hurt you with my insecurities?
How can I stop?
How can I hurt you with my inattentiveness?
How can I stop?
How can I let my tears go to show you how sorry I am?
How hurt I am?
How much I'm begging forgiveness?
How can I fight/earn my place to stand beside you again?
Just how can I?
How can I grow?
How can I learn to broaden my world?
How can I keep in my mind that you're one I've hurt?
How can I fix this? Stop this? Grow this? Mend this?
I'm hurt
I'm lost
I'm torn
I'm upset
I've hurt m
With an enticing voice,
I lure you to me,
As smooth as pearls,
I string my words carefully.
Step by step,
You come closer,
As I beckoned to you,
With a song.
Unwittingly, innocently,
You listened,
To my my deep, melodious tenor.
But beware,
For I am a TRAP.
Just for you,
A poisoned rose.
Breathe it in,
The fatal fragrance.
Just for you,
A poisoned apple.
Take a bite,
And fall down senseless.
Just for you,
A deadly needle.
Just one prick,
Eternal slumber.
Just for you,
An enchanted dagger.
Take a stab,
A human no longer.
Just for you,
A golden shoe.
Slip it on,
And watch it bleed.
Just for you,
A crimson hood.
Put it on,
And get devoured.
Just for you,
A golden key.
Use it once,
Your fate is sealed.
Written in Spring, to Winter by johnthesavage8, literature
Literature
Written in Spring, to Winter
Season when Grandfather Death is standing by,
Pale and cold of eye, and dark comes early.
How could I help but wish that you would stay?
You out of all the seasons treat me fairly.
You wake me in the morning when the winding
Down of night has not yet brought the dawn.
I alone, and outside the wind moaning.
Sometimes when I strip off my clothes I am gone.
In what time did first I come to meet you?
I searched for you and found you again and again.
I found you in the land that rushed to greet you,
In the Norwegian metal that conquered my brain.
How could I help but wish that you would stay?
I will walk naked into your arms one day.
Mid-terms Nightmare by 27Marchen-Weaver, literature
Literature
Mid-terms Nightmare
Mid-terms Nightmare
Grammar mistakes in Language,
Formulas forgotten in Mathematics,
Facts mixed up in History,
Wrong oxidation numbers in Chemistry,
Failing in experiments in Biology,
Laws scrambled around in Physics.
Then I wake up,
Go back to sleep,
And dream them again.
winter bones,
melting like ice;
a vessel of cold, filled to the brim
with crashing waves of snow-white –
captured by wintertime,
veins turning to icicles
as a beating heart pumps
the remainder of summer
into the depths of the frost.