Poetry Writing

frost

The snow outside smells of
distance and chill,
while the snow blooming
in the bath smells of roses
and something deeper.
You still hang on my skin,
brushing off into the water.
sinking into the depths and
sneaking to the surface to
kiss my forearm.
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8 Comments

  • ivette

    Beautiful!
    "You still hang on my skin,
    brushing off into the water." ….I loved that line

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  • helen

    this gave me chills. who is your favourite writer, may i ask? x

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  • Emma Jane

    I have so many. Fitzgerald for sure. His words are like candy. John Green, Markus Zusak. Poetry wise I love Neruda and Nin 🙂

    My work has been compared to Nin before and it made my world!

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  • Ashley

    I just found your poetry and it is beautiful and enchanting. 🙂 I love Fitzgerald and John Green too! Which of their books are your favorites? 🙂

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  • Emma Jane

    Fitzgerald: I love Gatsby for sure 🙂 And This Side of Paradise. Swoon.

    John Green: Looking for Alaska will forever be my favorite. Paper Towns is a close second.

    🙂 Thanks for reading, beautiful.

    Em

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  • Anita

    Love love love your poetry!
    http://saltskinned.blogspot.com.au

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  • AVY

    No one has kissed my skin in months, I can't even remember what it feels like.

    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

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  • shayla.

    so pretty 🙂

    Reply

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