Cold here

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Cold here

 

Cold here

Can’t shake

Feel deep

In veins

Rush of Liquor

Enough

To take

The edge off fate

Sharpest blade

Cut through

Lungs, heart, brain

© 2013 Brittiany  O’Neil

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

BrittKun’s Poems (60)

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Heart Hurts 0
Reflection 1
Flower 1
My Sun 0
Fragile Beauty 0
Dark whispers 0
Primal fear 0
Snow Angel 0
Can't Get Clean 0
Put My Gloves Away 0
Smoldering Flames 0
Cold here 0
Beauty Crumbles 0
Beastly Beauty 0
Untiled1 0
Untiled 0
Fire 0
You 0
Static Noise 0
Burn 1
Void Love 0
Black Heart 0
Stone 0
clouds 0
Rain Kisses 1
illusion of Wealth 0
re wrote The Reaper 0
The Mental Hospital 0
Elements 0
Who am I? 0
I can’t believe you’re gone 0
Haiku #3 3
Haiku #2 2
Haiku #1 2
Stripped 7
Mother Dear 6
Tissues 3
Mom 9
Peace 3
Falling 4
The clock is ticking 3
the river 15
Spotlight 5
Stromy Day 4
Lifeless 6
Alone 7
Numb 4
Bulimic 3
The place 5
Scarred 3
My Metropolis 3
My Hope 4
Why 2
The reaper 4
myth 4
I remember 5
The morning 3
Whispers 9
Feelings of love 3
Animalistic 4