Emerald Ice
Well, glad we only have this full week of school before a four-day weekend. It sucks pretty bad, only because of woodshop--I hate it. Slept all through biology today, it was great. I have a math test tomorrow that I'm gonna do crap on and that sucks because I have a 90 in there, and I need above a 94. So that should be fun.
Got another thing to post, don't know why I'm bothering, no one reads them, but oh well, I guess I feel like being special. This one sucks pretty bad, it was a five-minute Biology Fic, but whtvr. I think it was my first way-failed attempt at a stream of consciousness. Name's Emerald Ice; don't know why that's the name of my friend page, guess I couldn't think of anything else at Kurissa's.
EMERALD ICE
The sun rises and
reflects in my eyes;
deep wells of
Emerald Ice.
It’s cold. You’re cold.
You’re always so cold
now. Separated from
me, I don’t know who
you are anymore. It’s
like we never had
anything, like we were
never something
amazing. Never
something beautiful
and tragic. Beautiful
like your eyes,
reminiscent of
Silver Ice.
The distance taints us,
turns into a vulgarity
something so pure.
Pure like snow laid over
the earth, a white
desert stretched across
my existence. Your
eyes are dark and I no
longer see myself
reflected in them.
Cold. So cold. You’re
always so cold now;
silver eyes, silver hair,
Silver Ice.
The shadows there
obscure your soul and
you’re no longer who
you used to be. The
sun gives me no heat,
even though I stare at
her through
Emerald Ice
from the depths of my
prison, away from you.
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Got another thing to post, don't know why I'm bothering, no one reads them, but oh well, I guess I feel like being special. This one sucks pretty bad, it was a five-minute Biology Fic, but whtvr. I think it was my first way-failed attempt at a stream of consciousness. Name's Emerald Ice; don't know why that's the name of my friend page, guess I couldn't think of anything else at Kurissa's.
EMERALD ICE
The sun rises and
reflects in my eyes;
deep wells of
Emerald Ice.
It’s cold. You’re cold.
You’re always so cold
now. Separated from
me, I don’t know who
you are anymore. It’s
like we never had
anything, like we were
never something
amazing. Never
something beautiful
and tragic. Beautiful
like your eyes,
reminiscent of
Silver Ice.
The distance taints us,
turns into a vulgarity
something so pure.
Pure like snow laid over
the earth, a white
desert stretched across
my existence. Your
eyes are dark and I no
longer see myself
reflected in them.
Cold. So cold. You’re
always so cold now;
silver eyes, silver hair,
Silver Ice.
The shadows there
obscure your soul and
you’re no longer who
you used to be. The
sun gives me no heat,
even though I stare at
her through
Emerald Ice
from the depths of my
prison, away from you.
Like? Hate? Please comment.