He met his end

She was shocked
He, confused
She looked sad
He questioned it
She was quiet
He tried to speak
She started crying
He approched her
She fell to her knees

They looked down

He was shocked
She, calm
He was sad
She had no doubt
He was quiet
She whispered
He wept
She embraced him
He fell to his knees

...

I got no name for this one.

A steady eye, iris grasping all black.
Shaking hands toutching the chest to a hope,
hope  is dreaming the ring of a shapeless soul.
Shadows crossing the sight of the lover.
Reaching out for the surface the restless can't breathe.

Eternity Apart

As the water washed away the searing flames of grief that caused us so much pain, I saw the moon's reflection on the surface. 
In that moon, your hand was reaching out to me, offering me eternity with you.
The surface was broken and your hand shattered. 
I walked away.
This world is still my home.
Even though I chose hell, I also chose not to let you suffer with me.
Rest.
Forget.

Just a glare

The physical world is fading all of a sudden.
My body wont budge.
I try to look away but I've lost sovereignty of my eyes. They're stuck.
It feels like I'm losing the strength to carry my own weight.
Time stops!
Now, slowly, I regain control.

Shell of a cold soul

It's been a while since I last posted anything here. Guess it's time again.
This one.. I don't know what to say about it. I wrote it while sitting in a cafè and having some coffee. I was waiting for my back-then girlfriend to show up. Anyways, I was watching all these people sitting in the cafè, surrounding me. I was sitting in a corner to myself when I realized I'm the only one sitting alone.
It didnt really bother me but it seemed to bother som of them for some reason. I noticed people was stealing glances, curiously wondering "why is he sitting alone? What is he writing?". I don't know really but that was the impression or feeling I got out of the situation. I was feeling very abnormal, out of place. Like you can be out in public as long as you're not all alone in a cafè or as long as you're a robot, not doing anything that would seem "unusual" to do at the place you're currently in. As long as you're wearing your mask.
But I'm rambling. Might be because I've been up all night. Anyway, here's what I have today, from that day:

If I could ever find the words, I'd tell you about this wonterful place in me. A glacier. A great glacier.
Empty, cold but glorious at the same time.
This is the place I dream of. This is the place I long for.
It's like a deep cave made entierly of ice. Ice crystals and icicles fills this cave like frozen plants and flowers, reflecting the light and illuminating the cave.
A freezing wind runs trough this cave from the blizzard outside. Piercing, skin-cutting frost.
The icicles makes a bell-like chime in the freezing breeze.
A gentle prelude for an eternal, frozen sleep.
This is the place.
Maybe, someday, in this glacier..someone will find my heart?
Frozen solid, behind a wall of ice, where it belongs, where my home is.

Who are you?

When I think about you 
I'm thinking "Do I know you"?
When I look at your picture
I'm thinking "Thats not what you look like!"
When I listen to you speak
I'm thinking "Thats not how you sound like!"
When I look at you
I'm thinking "I don't know you.."

Snow

Even if I dissapear
Along with this white snow
I want to allways bloom in your heart

This is from the lyrics of a song by Gackt. Its not mine.
I just wanted to post it because..its a beautiful sentence.

I've allways been fascinated by snow and ice, I've written most of my poems in and about the winter snow. I'll post some of them later but for now, this one will do. I guess I'll also try to explain my fascination with snow/ice.