I don't post here often but I was inspired by a story I heard today.... Comments appreciated!

( Now that it's winter, )

December You’ve got my everything, baby, all tied up with a bow
And I don’t know what to say to get you to get it
Honey, time just goes so slow
Lots of pretty lights all ignited by your smile
But life isn’t a love story because you’re just a child
( more here )

Now that it's winter, I want to get cold. I want to feel nothing. No sorrow. No memory. No pain. And no warmth. I want to catch a cold? I want to sneeze and cough. And then to get better. And then to get washed form all those lies and unpleasent situations. I want to wake up one winter morning and just smile. Just breath in deeply and be greatful because this world is not so bad.

The night sky lights up my room Now that it's winter The clouds hold your luminescence I hear your laughter in my dreams I see your face in the mirror I'm not my own Now that it's winter

Smoke trails Etched in gray skies Naked branches Cold from skin To bone Now that it's winter Luggage unpacked Unraveling on the floor Smoke stains Leaves a smell Wash it away Winds are blowing.

Families come together
good time are remembered,
the bad long forgotten
now that it's winter

we look past ourselves
give to one another
everyone's a little brighter
now that it's winter

things go on sale
chaos ensues around the shelves
children frown on Santa's lap
now that it's winter

the cold caresses exposed skin
snow anticipated by every child
outside life lies dormant
now that it's winter

dark comes earlier
fires are built bigger
hot chocolate becomes a necessity
now that it's winter

Families come together
good times are remembered
the bad long forgotten
now that it's winter

now that it's winter
hands live red and chapped in pockets
eyes downcast, bodies covered, protected
lists become shorter
as things drop off one by one

one mile becomes two
two miles become impossible

there are never snow dogs when you need them,
not the whiskey kind or the sledding kind

you think, "if it were only colder, this would be a real winter
a real experience, but this is only half, an inconvenience, a discomfort.
if it were only Antarctica, if i could only leap from floe to floe
that at least would be something."

but this.

this.

every winter a lesson
in which we must relearn all we have forgotten
to heat rooms until they are as dry and crackling as bones
find the mittens and scarves in boxes with mothballs
and ice skates and snow shovels for the ambitious and the virtuous (respectively)

snow turns to slush then to ice
black ice imitates asphalt
the streets becomes as salty as the ocean
expectations are lowered
it is difficult to believe it will ever be summer again.
i am not quite sure it will be this time.
but it will.

now that it's winter

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Traveling slowly
From here to there
One heart to another
Working cold fingers
Over the bones of
Confusion
Doubt
And love
With little remorse.
Taking baby steps.

How did i get from here to there?
How have i grown so old?
We all start so innocent, so clean
Slowly we become something we never thought we could be

Awkward prepubescence
No ones sure of anything
Adolescence leads to self absorbtion
In other cases depression,abandonment,unjustified abortions

As our youth slowly fades
Some become cynical
Never learning from past mistakes
Just beginning on a long journey to nowhere

Few become inspired
Realize what they want to be
Who they want to be with
Find what they're looking for

Here I am, bruised and shaken
I've finally found my passion
I've been blessed with motivation
And i can't wait to get there

Not sure if this is exactly what you were looking for but I think I really like it... This is my first time posting to this communitly and I am more of a fanfic writer and this kindve fits that bill but in a poetic manner. Hopefully, it is well recieved... thanks for reading!!

A Moment of Horror by HPFangirl71

She stared out upon silvery blonde hair
And the ice blue of mesmerizing eyes.
Quickly, her heart went leaping from here to there
Yet stilled like death as she began to cry.
Her eyes had witnessed the other woman sliding into his arms
And she thought, "How had she ever been dazzled by his manipulative charms?"

It is nature as she stands around me,
stretching hand to hand to hand of
a thousand children, a million adults,
a world of lives and deaths,
a beginning, an end to every one
of us, of them,
of every bird and quiet snail,
of every rock turned to brittle sand,
and so, now we ask:
how do we go from here to there?

from here to there
any and no where
should i seem to damn
or should i seem to care

two things, duality
complexity and simplicity,
whether its the past or the future
it's all our history,

good and evil
the tree of knowledge
should I drop out of school
or should I go to college?

what our choices?
do we know what our decision is?
am i holding it together
or merely shattering it into pieces?

fear or love?
am I going below or above?
am I a bird of prey
Or make peace like the dove?

Who do we want to be?
Who is this soul who's me?
What do you declare
When you are neither from here nor there?

What's the distance from me to that image up ahead, from here to there? It doesn't matter. I'm being pulled forward and that space is lessening by the second. Is it a façade? Does it matter? It's got me on a string by the middle, and I don't feel like trying to escape.

Whatever it takes, I want it. I'm laughing now. All the lights around me make me want to dance. I'm going to get there. I'm going to be that. I hold onto the string and smile at the wind through my hair.

It's filling up the screen. I almost squeal with excitement. It's so bright. I put out my arms, close my eyes, waiting…

Impact.
Is it here yet?
Everything's so dark.

Staring at an autistic smile
in the mirror, and then
an imperfect frown,
and then a smile, he wondered
how far is it from here to there?

Navigating through a landscape
of neuro-lights and cues
he yielded at a pattern
as hopeless as
the origins of the universe.
lights crossed and burned,
paths veered quick lefts
and short long rights.
then he meet her,
his margin of error grew.

He took her in his car,
veered a quick left,
they took a short long right,
guided by the moonlight
he drove her home.

I still believe in ghosts, so I expect you to haunt me night after night. Even if I can join my brother on that faraway isle, you'll suceed in finding me. You're a ghost now, hence you'll never have to ask, "How long will it take for me to travel from here to there?"

I hear a voice calling my name now, and I can recognize your soft, low-pitched voice.

I want to go on an adventure.
I want to wander the city,
Looking for stars.
I want to find out
If they like to hang out in bars,
Or in the park.
How can I get from here to there?
How can I get from San Francisco to Vancouver?

(disclaimer: I never write rhyming poems, so bear with me if some of the metering is off)

The man, he sat upon the stair
and sighed and swore and pulled his hair.
He shook his head both too and fro.
He looked above and then below.

The man, he wondered what to do.
He could not find his darling boo.
The cat was gone, was lost somewhere.
He loved that cat; his little bear!

The man, he looked at trees and cars;
in big ole houses and little jars
and so he sat upon the stair,
and called out loud from here to there.

The man, he couldn't stop for long
before his searching started strong.
The last time searching in his house,
he found his cat, that little louse!

The man, he opened up a door,
and lo, behold, on closet floor...
his cat asleep and safe and sound,
laying there upon the ground.

The man, he took him in his arms
and scolded him for false alarm.
Then he smothered him with love
and thanked the heavens up above.