Poetry and short stories :) Feel free to post your stuff

[Mz. Hyde]

The soft white blankets the earth
In a soft pillowing cloud of beauty
To be held in it's arms
Is to watch the angels dance in the heavens above
To taste it's soft, sliken beauty
Is to dance beneath the stars on a velvet night
It's like a story book fanstasy
For the trees, the cars, even the people
Are held in its snowy grasp
Beneath the soft, paper thin sky
The world is a story book
And the snow is the eraser
That removes every trace
Every negative feeling
And makes us
Again
Whole.. <3

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It's snowing.. xD

[Gothic_Wolf]

This isn't a poem, but I don't care

SNOW!!!!

[Mz. Hyde]

Now that, that Gothic_Wolf is an amazing, fantastic poem..

Wow..
I'm in a pretty good mood today.. xD

[Gothic_Wolf]

I know thank, thatnk you one.....all

YAY....It's the snow!!!! O.o

[Mz. Hyde]

Time for more snow poetry..
There was a resounding burst of indifference at my house when I asked if I should write more or not, so I will xD

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Snow
Sliently holding the world
In its frozen arms
As we lie in the silence
Waiting to be
Loved
Covered
Blanketed with harsh love
As the children become angels
We lie in wait
Beneath the never rising sun.

[Mz. Hyde]

Rolling the snow in their frozen hands
The mischevious little children laugh
As the sneak up behind their parents
And pelt them with snow
Make a mother and a father snow man
Ignoring their screams of protest
The children giggle
As their drenched parents stand up
Ready
To get their revenge

Better run, little devils

[Gothic_Wolf]

Nice

[Mz. Hyde]

Lol, snow snow, snowy snow snow..
So creative today..

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With almost artistic perfection
Each individual snowflake
Falls to the ground
Representing a fallen angel with each
Snowy tears

Their memories shall never be forgotten
For with each torrential downpour
We are reminded of them
Their taste, the feel
Of thier soft skin
Against our own

Each soft, white puzzle piece
Tells a story
And for each part of the broken machine
There is a blanket of rememberance

But they don't know that
For they spend thier lives
Simply maveliing
At it's silent beauty

[Mz. Hyde]

A devil in disguise
He stands outside my window mocking me
Begging me to join him

Come out and play, beautiful
Come out and play

His frosty breath fogs up my window
As he taps on the glass
Longing for me to come and join him as we
Break up the outside tranquility

Come out and play, beautiful
Come out and play

He knows that I am too sickly
That every breath is laboured and weary
Still he continues his chant
In the hope that I will someday join him
His tears
His arms tap at my window
Every second, of every day

Come out and play, beautiful
Come out and play

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Trololo..
They're expecting up to a metre of snow where I am.. xD

[Mz. Hyde]

Your poetry is awesome too Time2Dance :)

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Shredded clothes
Bodies battered and bruised
Still they beckon
With their arms of the fallen branches
And their bodies of the buried stones

Unrelenting
You can see their hearts
Beating inside them
You can see their brains
Pulsing with excitement
You can see them beckon
As they draw you in

Covered in the white snow coloured crimson
An ever lasting reminder of lives gone by
What they should have been
Could have been

Their broken fingers tap at the windows
Their long, twisted arms reach for your body
Through the gaps in the concrete

It's too cold to try and fight
Our bodies are frozen
And our hearts have turned to stone
Quivering with shock

Reaching out in the darkness
One last time
They steal our lives away

We hold our children close
And as they're torn apart before us
We whisper

It's going to be
Alright..