when wewe have been outside all day
in below 0° weather conditions
and wewe enter a heated room —
oh, the blinding saturated rush of light
when wewe open the doors
the flood of tingling and warmth
that soaks through your skin
and into your core
the thawing of your nose
where not even the tip remains cold
and the ringing in your ears
that makes everyone else talking to you
sound muffled and soft —
this is the way it feels
to be with you
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
in below 0° weather conditions
and wewe enter a heated room —
oh, the blinding saturated rush of light
when wewe open the doors
the flood of tingling and warmth
that soaks through your skin
and into your core
the thawing of your nose
where not even the tip remains cold
and the ringing in your ears
that makes everyone else talking to you
sound muffled and soft —
this is the way it feels
to be with you
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what wewe think of it, please?
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Have wewe felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until wewe burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! wewe will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have wewe felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until wewe burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! wewe will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
