night walking

yells into the sea
and the sea never screams back

hands in pockets
though still so cold

it's night
and people aren't supposed be out
the sun never smiles.

jackets's so heavy
and hoods so tight
yet still so fucking cold

kicks a wall
and the wall never punches back

he she it they
so trapped in this night time
listening to their selves whisper
from the wind roaring into their mouths

night walking
so very fucking cold.

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Rett

17 years 3 months ago

Hey Goat

I like this. Real down to earth. I hate cold weather and snow. When I was young I used to love it. I still remember my first snowfall, pretty much did the same as you till I realized how flipping cold it was. BTW, kicking walls and they never puch back is cool. Be careful of refrigerators though. I punched one once, it rocked back, then forwarward and tackled me. Not only broke my knuckles but had to wiggle out from under it, get it back up and then had to clean up the blasted mess. Liked the read man. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."

infinite_dwarf

17 years 3 months ago

Liam

I've spent 25 years in the northeast of the United States, and even I can't get used to the cold! The two years after those were spent in the South, and boy did I love it! It didn't take long for me to be spoiled. Snow is great for kids - most adults have grown to hate it, unless they're in winter sports, or are building snowpeople with their kids. :~) ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Handle every situation like a dog: if you can't eat it, or screw it, piss on it and walk away!"