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Gabriel Frost
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since 2002-08-15

Posts 216
Between midnight thoughts

0 posted 2002-08-16 03:28 PM

Her face is as hard as stone,
Eyes glassy, reflecting,
The windows to her soul,
Opaque, her cynicism rejecting..
Every subtle bid to kindness.
Her poise so disturbingly arrogant,
It almost masks me in blindness,
To her agony which is oh so glaring.
Her icy overtones of detatchment,
Illustrate her emotional suicide,
Her answer to prior dispatchment,
Passion her only sacrifice.
Passion is dead.
Her voice is a hollow resonance,
Externally she is flawless,
But not to my eyes,
I undress her to nakedness.
And I see a crying little girl.
Broken promises, a soul corrupted by pain,
The blindfold of "I love you",
Her sedation, "i'm sorry, please forgive me".
She has been reduced to a subhuman state,
Tormented by "i love you" she has forced herself to hate.
Tortured screams ripped from her suffering soul,
Unforgiving, she subsists in her emotionless world.
Some call her the Ice Bitch,
Yet I call her lost,
For i have felt the chills,
Of a heart buried in frost.
She shivers on the inside,
Saying hold me, i'm cold,
Trapped in the glacier of her life,
Arrogance her blindfold.
She wraps herself in herself,
To numb the soreness of caring,
And stifles dormant her concience,
So regret isn't overbearing.
But the little girl in her feels remorse,
She still cries,
And though she stood triumphantly over her corpse,
She never dies.
She never dies.
She still cries,
Endlessly in the night.
Her soul never stops screaming.
I feel her pain,
Although it is my curse,
I just walk away,
Even though I am stirred.
This time I close my eyes.

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

1 posted 2002-08-17 01:34 AM

Wow! There's a lot of meat in this one. It's full of vivid images and amazing phrases. My favorite section is:

She shivers on the inside,
Saying hold me, i'm cold,
Trapped in the glacier of her life,
Arrogance her blindfold.
She wraps herself in herself,
To numb the soreness of caring,

back to the top, this one shouldn't be missed

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

RSWells
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since 2001-06-17

Posts 2533

2 posted 2002-08-17 02:16 AM

The walk is good, away is right, compassion should be in hindsight.

"Happy people have no history" - French Proverb

ethome
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since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

3 posted 2002-08-17 07:08 AM

Welcome! To Passions.

"Broken promises, a soul corrupted by pain,
The blindfold of "I love you",
Her sedation, "i'm sorry, please forgive me".
She has been reduced to a subhuman state,
Tormented by "i love you" she has forced herself to hate.
Tortured screams ripped from her suffering soul,
Unforgiving, she subsists in her emotionless world.
Some call her the Ice Bitch,
Yet I call her lost,
For i have felt the chills,
Of a heart buried in frost."

Intense but forgiving write...A real creative jewell!

Kit McCallum

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since 2000-04-30

Posts 14774
Ontario, Canada

4 posted 2002-08-17 01:54 PM

A very powerful write Gabriel ... wonderfully descriptive and image filled. Very much enjoyed!

Best wishes,
/Kit

Ceinwyn
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since 2000-07-09

Posts 2175
VA

5 posted 2002-08-17 02:49 PM

Woah I'm your biggest fan! May I have your autograph!! No seriously!! Sent shivers down my spine, it was like a reflection..and its amazing how some point in your life you hear or read something that fits into what you are going through..make sense!? most likely not..all I can say is Woah!

Kristen

[This message has been edited by Ceinwyn (08-17-2002 02:49 PM).]

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

6 posted 2002-08-17 07:58 PM

Gabriel,
amazingly intense write with many emotions running through.
This line is a treasure and says it all.
"Trapped in the glacier of her life"
Excellent
Kethry

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown

Gabriel Frost
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since 2002-08-15

Posts 216
Between midnight thoughts

7 posted 2002-08-17 09:44 PM

Thanks alot people, your comments are much appreciated!

Oh, ceinwyn (hope i spelled it right) I can relate perfectly, so you're not crazy. If you like this, then you should read my poem, Waiting for spring!

Thanks again 4 the appreciation!

Bill Charles
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since 2000-07-11

Posts 10619
highways, & byways, for now

8 posted 2002-08-17 11:09 PM

Gabriel - you write with sensitivity and caring, and with sadness. I'm glad I stopped by to read this. It's very good...

BC

Madame Chipmunk
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since 2001-12-05

Posts 8296
Michigan

9 posted 2002-08-18 01:04 AM

Some call her the Ice Bitch,
Yet I call her lost,
For i have felt the chills,
Of a heart buried in frost.
She shivers on the inside,
Saying hold me, i'm cold,

This just grabs me, Gabriel...
It chokes me and makes me want to cry...
You are an excellent, sensitive writer.

~ hugs and tears

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled" Gwendolyn Brooks

CSKpoet
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since 2002-07-12

Posts 845
Island in Paradise

10 posted 2002-08-27 02:12 PM

Intense images..enjoyed this thoutful piece..thanks, Cher

Poetry is:
Passion, imagination and intellect running together.

Aloha with warmest regards, Cheryl Stewart Koomoa

hoot_owl_rn
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since 1999-07-05

Posts 10750
Glen Hope, PA USA

11 posted 2002-08-28 07:48 PM

I too have felt this way....hence my poem:

The Ice Queen Dances

The ice queen dances
tonight, alone,
while men watch
on to see her
perform her show.
Eyes of blue look
right through them
as she struts her stuff
for all to see.

Twirling, she moves,
a picture of beauty and grace.
The world becomes her
stage, but her star burned
out long ago.

The ice queen dances
tonight, the coldness in her
heart put there
by those who now wish
only to possess her.
Her glass slippers fail
to carry the weight
she has come to bare
and they shatter
like the illusions
she once had.

Frozen smile
upon her face,
she twists
the truth to fit her
expectations, lying
only to herself.

The ice queen dances
tonight, alone,
as you watch on.
She performs for you.
Cold, she has become.
Watch how she moves
...just don’t touch
or you’ll get burned.

~ Ruth

Gabriel Frost
Member

since 2002-08-15

Posts 216
Between midnight thoughts

12 posted 2002-08-30 04:11 PM

Hmm..very interesting piece you wrote here.Personally i love it.I think also that maybe you should check out my poem Waiting For Spring, you'll find even another view, of an Ice Queen.

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