Ever have a sudden urge to be refreshed?
Feel the cold water's defiance
Listen to your heartbeat slowly
Touch the chilling ice that's flowing
Let the water gulp you whole
Swallowed down a minty hole
Deeper darker, you now slide
Hit the bottom, feet colide
Stand up straight, and brush your coat
Sense your body rise afloat
Feel the shiver ripple through
Like a bowl of jello blue
Bit of icefrost on your brow
Leave it as it is for now
Chatter teeth with jutting force
Hold your arms with freezing course
Head feels lightly in a daze
Watch your breath blind your own face
Hear the breathing of the lake
Speaking not, but wide awake
Seeing there's nowhere to go
Prickling goosebumps at the snow
That falls from up and down and side
Even all the tears you cried
Not of sadness, but of joy
Your the luckiest little boy
Burning fresh, and spiking chill
Satisfaction can't be real
Looking up the icy cliff
Now that you are frozen stiff
Sounds like chirping of the birds
Squeak your tiny, final words
Savor freshness that you wore
Then get shot up back to shore
That was great, but now I'm tired
Feeling good now I'm not fired
Take my things and walk on back
Put them down and hit the sack
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-30 at 08:59
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Pools of Silence
Jump into my pools of silenceFeel the cold water's defiance
Listen to your heartbeat slowly
Touch the chilling ice that's flowing
Let the water gulp you whole
Swallowed down a minty hole
Deeper darker, you now slide
Hit the bottom, feet colide
Stand up straight, and brush your coat
Sense your body rise afloat
Feel the shiver ripple through
Like a bowl of jello blue
Bit of icefrost on your brow
Leave it as it is for now
Chatter teeth with jutting force
Hold your arms with freezing course
Head feels lightly in a daze
Watch your breath blind your own face
Hear the breathing of the lake
Speaking not, but wide awake
Seeing there's nowhere to go
Prickling goosebumps at the snow
That falls from up and down and side
Even all the tears you cried
Not of sadness, but of joy
Your the luckiest little boy
Burning fresh, and spiking chill
Satisfaction can't be real
Looking up the icy cliff
Now that you are frozen stiff
Sounds like chirping of the birds
Squeak your tiny, final words
Savor freshness that you wore
Then get shot up back to shore
That was great, but now I'm tired
Feeling good now I'm not fired
Take my things and walk on back
Put them down and hit the sack
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 502 times
Written on 2006-11-30 at 08:59
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