Description: this is the poem I sent to my ex when he wasn't my ex (teehee)... He had really pissed me off, and so..... I decided a bitter poem was in order.
My Frozen Hell -------------------------------------------
I'm tired of this cold breeze
I was so used to the fire
That fire left me silently
Painlessly
But as I slowly froze
The pain of being burnt
Suddenly became quite evident
(In the sound of my screams)
I am now your ice sculpture
The frigid beauty put out the flames
Engulfing my body in agony
I always did hate being cold
i hav seen poetry like this before where r/ships are going downhill but i am glad the images used here are different, unique, and i guess thats what poetry is about, expressing oneself in a different way,
so tired of the cold breeze when u were used to the fire which left painlessly... i like that, fire is a good image, and coldness as good-. you know you said it was to yo ex before u were, i guess it was a prophet telling of the future... i wish love cd remain hot, almost always it grows cold , and i do not want that to happen to me and my angel...
I love it. It seems like your relationship had been going downhill for quite some time. I really loved the metaphors in the piece. It seemed that by fire you meant passion or love. By ice i think you meant the coldness you were feeling for him at the time. You never wanted things to go this way, but as the fire slowly started to burn out the the hate started to replace it. Good Job expressing yourself.
This is great. I love the imagery you used here. "I am now your ice sculpture The frigid beauty put out the flames" my fav lines. I enjoyed this one because it was easy to read, and it made me think at the same time. Great job, keep writing!, take care
I am the Gerainium... He he. Well it's a good piece of work, I don't know how to explain my point of view on it. It's fairly nice, reminds me of my room.
Submission Name: My Frozen Hell
