Coldfire's Poetry Stuff

Dance With Me

Come and join me on the dance floor,
We'll dance like we've never danced before,
Twist me, spin me, come on let's go,
Maybe even over the head stuff, just for show,
Shake that ass boy, you know you know how,
Everybody's gonna be watching us now,
With a flick of the hips I slide down low,
I see them staring at us, all in a row,
Move in a little closer, you know you want to,
It'll give me an excuse to be close and touch you,
I dunno if it's me, but the dance floor's suddenly hot,
Come on baby you can do it, hit that spot,
Faster, faster, move on time with the beat,
You're doing all right, just keep moving them feet,
As the song ends you take me for a dip,
I'm thinking that you definitely need no tip,
To attract the ladies, you did just great,
And now that the song's over I can't wait,
To dance with you again and make my heart race,
Say, would you like to come back to my place?
I could show you a few things you don't often see,
Then we'll see just how bad you can really be.

😉 Lol well there's another.... different.... poem by me bag Twas fun to write tho lol

I can be all the bad you want honey! hahaha 😱 heh heh .... j/k 😄

Very very very cool works. I like the first, the second is cool, and stay true to you, and the third is like the one I wrote last night but DIDN't post... it got a bit intense... hahaha nice works Lady Cold.

As for the cutting, you really want to know here it is:

From my own experience, and the experience of friends:

We used to cut ourselves in 2 fashions; the just cut to feel better and the suicide attempt.

The suicide stuff was the deep, using a razor style crapola that, well, landed some of my friends in the hospital, some in the grave, and me in trouble as well.

The feel better cuts were with pretty much anything sharp, and the pressure in our head and the stress we felt sort of went away for a while when we cut. The problem is, it doesn't STAY away, it just passes for a second. Eventually, like a druggie, we were cutting more, deeper, farther, and ending up hurting ourselves alot worse than intended for the same effect. THAT put ME in the dumper with my mom, who I was living with at the time. Cutting NEVER FIXED ANYTHING. It just made it WORSE. I hurt myself, my friends, and my family. I scared away my girlfriend, and luckily didn't end up too badly scarred.

Now, the BIOLOGICAL Science behind cutting is thus:

Whenever your body is injured, several things happen: Your brain releases adrenaline to keep you going, sort of a natural cocaine, and seratonin, sort of a natural upper with happy thoughts and the feelings and all. The adrenalin/seratonin mix hits you full force along with the shock of blood loss, and that essentially get you high. Like sniffing glue, or shooting up, but in an even more dangerous sense. See, when you are to that point that you are cutting, psychologically you have given up, even if you don't think you have. Cutters don't do it just for a bit, or for fun. We (because I still struggle with it, so it is we) do it for an escape and attention. When you get that low, you need to seek help. IF not your parents, then at least a counselor, preferably one with a behavioralism background. Psychologists are ok, but they work off drugs and theories too often. Behaviorolists will get down to the nitty gritty, the cause, and then help YOU work it out, not just hype you up on drugs.

There you have it, in a nutshell. I have been there, and I speak from experience both doing it and studying about it to understand better why I did it. If you struggle with this crap, PLEASE seek help now. Please. I have lost too many friends and people I loved to see more just give it up and die.

OK, sorry it was such a long post cold..... 😮

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
I can be all the bad you want honey! hahaha 😱 heh heh .... j/k 😄

Very very very cool works. I like the first, the second is cool, and stay true to you, and the third is like the one I wrote last night but DIDN't post... it got a bit intense... hahaha nice works Lady Cold.

As for the cutting, you really want to know here it is:

From my own experience, and the experience of friends:

We used to cut ourselves in 2 fashions; the just cut to feel better and the suicide attempt.

The suicide stuff was the deep, using a razor style crapola that, well, landed some of my friends in the hospital, some in the grave, and me in trouble as well.

The feel better cuts were with pretty much anything sharp, and the pressure in our head and the stress we felt sort of went away for a while when we cut. The problem is, it doesn't STAY away, it just passes for a second. Eventually, like a druggie, we were cutting more, deeper, farther, and ending up hurting ourselves alot worse than intended for the same effect. THAT put ME in the dumper with my mom, who I was living with at the time. Cutting NEVER FIXED ANYTHING. It just made it WORSE. I hurt myself, my friends, and my family. I scared away my girlfriend, and luckily didn't end up too badly scarred.

Now, the BIOLOGICAL Science behind cutting is thus:

Whenever your body is injured, several things happen: Your brain releases adrenaline to keep you going, sort of a natural cocaine, and seratonin, sort of a natural upper with happy thoughts and the feelings and all. The adrenalin/seratonin mix hits you full force along with the shock of blood loss, and that essentially get you high. Like sniffing glue, or shooting up, but in an even more dangerous sense. See, when you are to that point that you are cutting, psychologically you have given up, even if you don't think you have. Cutters don't do it just for a bit, or for fun. We (because I still struggle with it, so it is we) do it for an escape and attention. When you get that low, you need to seek help. IF not your parents, then at least a counselor, preferably one with a behavioralism background. Psychologists are ok, but they work off drugs and theories too often. Behaviorolists will get down to the nitty gritty, the cause, and then help YOU work it out, not just hype you up on drugs.

There you have it, in a nutshell. I have been there, and I speak from experience both doing it and studying about it to understand better why I did it. If you struggle with this crap, PLEASE seek help now. Please. I have lost too many friends and people I loved to see more just give it up and die.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
OK, sorry it was such a long post cold..... 😮

YW. I hope it helps someone out there, and I am serious. If anyone is like that, please seek help, or at least pm me. I know enough and have hookups in the fields that we together can change it.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
YW. I hope it helps someone out there, and I am serious. If anyone is like that, please seek help, or at least pm me. I know enough and have hookups in the fields that we together can change it.

K well here's some older stuff, as you can tell lol.

You’re Still Here

I still can’t believe,
That we are over,
All of a sudden,
I am alone again,
Thinking about you,
Which I do all the time,
Still cuts me deeply,
But no more do I,
Cry at the thought of you,
I have no more tears,
But this pain stays,
Lurking in my heart,
Just waiting for the chance,
To pounce on me,
And hold me at its mercy.
I can’t get you out of my head,
No matter how hard I try,
I’m thinking of nothing,
Then suddenly I see you,
And it hurts,
But I live on,
I have to move on,
Sometime, someday,
But you’ll always be here,
In my head, my thoughts,
My dreams, everywhere.
I guess I’ll have to live with that,
As much as I don’t want to,
But I’ll always remember,
The good times we had,
The intimate moments,
How you could make me laugh,
When no one else could.
I think I’ll be okay now,
Though it’ll be a while,
Before I’m all the way there,
And hopefully soon,
My heart will stop grieving,
And find someone new,
Someone who’s closer,
And I long for that day,
When the hurt stops,
When the pain stops,
When I really do move on.

It almost feels like I already posted this one... but I can't remember 😕

Dragon Bonded

Eyes of sky blue,
Scales of a dark green hue,
Silver claws sharp and long,
Ears that perk up at the hint of a song,
She’s a comforting presence to me,
And all she need do is simply be,
She is my very best friend,
And helps me when my heart needs to mend.

Façade

Cover up,
Eyeliner,
Eyeshadow,
Mascara,
Blush,
Lipstick,
False exterior,
Escaping reality,
Trying to be,
Someone she’s not,
Hiding behind,
Makeup and clothes,
Fitting in,
By not being herself,
Instead being someone,
Her friends want her to be.
She wants to be cool,
To feel like she’s worth something,
And by doing this,
She’s beginning to lose herself,
And once that part is gone,
There is very little left,
But a human-sized child’s doll,
Controlled from without,
Personality not included.

Here's one that goes out to all mis amigos all over the world 😊

I Won’t Take It

Don’t ever f*ck around,
With either me or my friends,
Whether they be online friends,
Or those I know in real life,
For sometimes it seems like they,
Are the only things I have left,
Like some weird sort of family,
And I won’t listen to sh!t about them,
No lies, or half truths, or made up bogus,
Because real friends don’t do that;
They all have my back,
I have all of theirs in return.
You might not like some of my friends,
And there’s nothing wrong with that,
But don’t sit there and bring them down,
Simply because they’re not good enough for you,
Or you’ll have to deal with me,
Because I don’t hold with that sh!t;
It doesn’t kill you to be civil,
Even if you hate a person’s guts,
And the world already has enough,
Violence and racism and pain and fear,
Without you adding to the list.

Originally posted by Coldfire
Dragon Bonded

Eyes of sky blue,
Scales of a dark green hue,
Silver claws sharp and long,
Ears that perk up at the hint of a song,
She’s a comforting presence to me,
And all she need do is simply be,
She is my very best friend,
And helps me when my heart needs to mend.

Originally posted by Coldfire
Façade

Cover up,
Eyeliner,
Eyeshadow,
Mascara,
Blush,
Lipstick,
False exterior,
Escaping reality,
Trying to be,
Someone she’s not,
Hiding behind,
Makeup and clothes,
Fitting in,
By not being herself,
Instead being someone,
Her friends want her to be.
She wants to be cool,
To feel like she’s worth something,
And by doing this,
She’s beginning to lose herself,
And once that part is gone,
There is very little left,
But a human-sized child’s doll,
Controlled from without,
Personality not included.

Originally posted by Coldfire
Here's one that goes out to all mis amigos all over the world 😊

I Won’t Take It

Don’t ever f*ck around,
With either me or my friends,
Whether they be online friends,
Or those I know in real life,
For sometimes it seems like they,
Are the only things I have left,
Like some weird sort of family,
And I won’t listen to sh!t about them,
No lies, or half truths, or made up bogus,
Because real friends don’t do that;
They all have my back,
I have all of theirs in return.
You might not like some of my friends,
And there’s nothing wrong with that,
But don’t sit there and bring them down,
Simply because they’re not good enough for you,
Or you’ll have to deal with me,
Because I don’t hold with that sh!t;
It doesn’t kill you to be civil,
Even if you hate a person’s guts,
And the world already has enough,
Violence and racism and pain and fear,
Without you adding to the list.

Originally posted by Coldfire
Here's one that goes out to all mis amigos all over the world 😊

I Won’t Take It

Don’t ever f*ck around,
With either me or my friends,
Whether they be online friends,
Or those I know in real life,
For sometimes it seems like they,
Are the only things I have left,
Like some weird sort of family,
And I won’t listen to sh!t about them,
No lies, or half truths, or made up bogus,
Because real friends don’t do that;
They all have my back,
I have all of theirs in return.
You might not like some of my friends,
And there’s nothing wrong with that,
But don’t sit there and bring them down,
Simply because they’re not good enough for you,
Or you’ll have to deal with me,
Because I don’t hold with that sh!t;
It doesn’t kill you to be civil,
Even if you hate a person’s guts,
And the world already has enough,
Violence and racism and pain and fear,
Without you adding to the list.

Originally posted by Elessea
Awwww 😊 That was cute

✅ I can totally relate to this one...

*nods*

Originally posted by Oiram62205
notworthy

Broken Wings

These wings on my back,
Once white as snow,
Light and feathery,
Strong enough to lift,
Me off of this ground,
To soar above the clouds,
The wind aiding my flight,
They cannot fly now,
For all of these holes,
That have been made,
Into their fragile surface,
The membrane is torn,
Some of the bones broken,
My wings are now black,
Rough and scaly-looking,
Repulsive to look at;
I am denied the skies.

I need someone to heal me,
Fix this broken flesh,
Dry my wet and blotchy eyes,
Give me respite from pain,
To hold me in their arms,
And soothe me to sleep at night,
Comforting in their presence,
To make my wings whole again,
So that I may fly once more,
And be free like the birds,
Someone who’ll fly with me,
And catch me if I fall,
To be my strength if I need it,
Who’d never ever harm me,
Someone who’ll be my muse,
Inspiring me in every way,
And love me till the end of my days.

good stuff chick. Keep it up. You need to submit some of these.

Lady Fair

A knight returns to his lady so fair,
Kisses her and holds her in his arms with care,
He has been away from her for so many days,
Has missed her and wanted her in so many ways,
But alas, he can only stay for a short night or so,
And then back to the fighting he must go,
Where he curls up alone in his blanket at night,
Arising groggily in the dawn’s early light,
To run his long sword through many men,
Causing blood to spray and splatter again and again,
Cracking their bones and flaying their skin,
He knows with all his heart that he has to win,
So he can soon return to his sweet lady love,
An angel that’s been sent to him from above,
To comfort him when he remorses what he’s done;
He would never, could never, think killing was fun,
Letting her wipe away the tears from his face,
Every train of his thoughts she can always seem to trace,
And make him feel so honoured just to be,
Her dearest, her love, her one and only,
And at the end of the war she’ll still be there,
With many more memories waiting for them to share,
He hates to be away, for them to be apart,
But with her he’ll always keep a piece of his heart,
And each and every night he prays,
That they will be together forever and for always,
Though he knows in his heart what they have is true,
Not many others he knows have a love like they do,
But when the fighting’s finally over they’ll make a new start,
And try to stay together until death do they part.

Inspired, of course, by the one and only Sir William 😄

Eep! I want wings 😊 touched

Ok, firstus... GOOD JOB! lotta work and great poems all around! already im'd you with how i felt on each one, so no clutter other than wow...... you have rendered me speechless. Like..... wow.........uh, wow..... ty, Lady Cold.... tyvm.... (your wings shall heal in time... mine did, and I'll help it along whenever I can.)

Originally posted by Zatch
good stuff chick. Keep it up. You need to submit some of these.

Originally posted by Elessea
Eep! I want wings 😊 touched

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Ok, firstus... GOOD JOB! lotta work and great poems all around! already im'd you with how i felt on each one, so no clutter other than wow...... you have rendered me speechless. Like..... wow.........uh, wow..... ty, Lady Cold.... tyvm.... (your wings shall heal in time... mine did, and I'll help it along whenever I can.)

damn....it makes my heart go beat beat yes it does 😄