i hate the first letter of frost, the patient pain that tips at my tongue as I forget about all the time wasted and drink in the fall, tumble, decline, description
Of an ineffable device that can land me my dreams, my hopes and my faults into a more reasonable and reliable source
Death seats at the edge of the first sound and letter of frost, so cold and colder and coldest
Melted by the first bite of hot chocolate with exactly eight marshmallows.
Thoughts on this: if you are so fucking in love with me why do I always have to beg you to kiss me when we wake
up: the catacombs of the cataclysm that made me last to the end like a dying orgasm that barely had any thunder;
the end of the story is the last t
Like time,
I hate the first sound of the crinkle of frost
It reminded me when I was first feeling so fucking free, throwing snowballs with my friend from school
Cold-nipped noses all red and runny,
Watching a horror movie inside,
Felt like our own special holiday, better than Christmas or Hanukkah
But why do I need to hold on to the last second of the coldest part of the sound?
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I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
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This made me fill up inside. I also hope your ok love
If the movie was Kubrick's "The Shining", that would be quite a synchronicity! In any event, this is an engaging piece with layers as deep as the falling snow in a blizzard!
"why do I always have to beg you to kiss me when we wake"💔 Oh Mel I felt that through the page. I hope you're ok and it was just a poem.
This poem is a raw and powerful exploration of the complexities of human emotion. The juxtaposition of intense longing and bitter disappointment creates a haunting and unforgettable image. The imagery is vivid, and the language is both poetic and visceral. The exploration of themes like time, loss, and the fleeting nature of joy is deeply resonant. The final lines, in particular, capture a sense of yearning and nostalgia that lingers long after the poem ends. This is a truly remarkable piece that speaks to the universal human experience of longing, loss, and the passage of time.
Whoaaaa, this was so intense! I especially loved the last line
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So chillingly filled to the brim with emotion! I can feel the frustration and desperation off of this one.
This writing feels rather unique! Good job.