21. Cold

I sit in school every day studying all my friends. The girls i study because you have to watch your back to know someone has it. the more important, though, are the boys. Their devil's grin is easy to fall for, but trusted? That's another story. Yes, that's what you at first, then their hair, then most importantly their eyes. Oh yes, the blue can be lovely and daring, but what about cold? Oh, and the brown's warm and cozy, but what about back-stabs? And the unusual hazel are so unique and confusing, but remember the key word? Confusing, how do you find someone to trust? Read more »

Cold

I'm cold today
No smile can I force
The light in my eyes is dulled
My hair is limp and tired
My hands are weak and can not write
The words I speak are quiet and reserved
I'm cold today
People aren't looking at me the same
Does the winter mean to break me down
Do my feet wish to stop me in my tracks
Has the sun abandoned me
Must the moon look so overbearing
I'm cold today
The fire in the woodstove is almost out
My wool socks are worn and tattered
My sweater refuses to hug me
Do my legs still move?
Can my hands still write?
I'm cold today

To me the cold feels colder then it actually is. Like when it is 25 degrees to me it feels like 17 degrees. That does not stop me from going outside and playing around. I get cold when I do it but I like to move around and be active. I kind of like the cold not all the time because I don't like it when I get frostbite. I like the cold because it freezes the snow so it is ideal for sledding.

What is cold?

Is cold a being?

Is it a state of mind? Is it a force to steal us from our lives

to take us someplace new

to teach a lesson

about life

and the world?

Does it plan to transport us

to another time,

another place,

another life?

Does it plan to help us solve our problems

or make them worse?

Why

does it chill us through,

but give us joy?

Make us feel

like children once more

What

is cold? Read more »

Feel the light come to you, you never know, I can feel it. I don't really care,
Feel the light come to you la la la
The sun will shine to you ya ta ta
Feel the cold wind your skin will shine as a diamond, Feel the light come to you.
You will see how it feels ooo oo...
Clap your hands be happy feel the light come to you
i never knew I could do this, feel the light come to you
Your heart will thump you will feel it. You will cry when you see it.
You will know what I meant, feel
The light come to you.
Feel the water come to you .feel the
Light come to you, the fan Read more »

When you're sad and alone
All you feel is the cold,
It's hand of ice grips you,
It feels like the temperature dropped,
Now your frozen to the spot,
Colder and colder it gets
The colors turn bland,
You don't want it to happen
You want to break from the cold,
Since your frozen you can't do it on your own,
As it begins to snow you try to get attention

Someone needs to realize you need help,

The snow comes thicker and quicker,
Your desperate for help,

Snow almost to your shoulders,

You begin to cry and give up...

Cold. Cold is spelled C O L D. Cold can be two things. It can be a personality, in which case the person is tight and unrelenting and bitter. It is apathetic and haughty but isn’t just angry. It is more or less tough and indifferent.
It can be the weather, which is pretty much the same thing as the personality only in weather form. Frozen wind stings the face, as the personality can do to a person who is talking to the cold person. However the cold weather hurts more people than the cold person. Read more »

Hurtful, not caring, and fake inside.
Sometimes willing to fake a smile
or two!
Doesn’t truly care down below.
Will the ice ever melt?
The ice that covers the heart
and keeps the good buried below.
Eventually the heart will rot away
forever,
leaving nothing good left.

When I get in the car, I always say,
“Give me some heat!”
Often it’s because of my freezing feet,
But also I’m scared of the snow.
It’s coming down in sheets!
“Give me some heat!” I repeat.

It attacks you,
Squeezing the life out of your body.
It doesn’t care about you.
It takes you from warmth,
Destroying you in a freezing blanket. Making you miserable.
It’s too annoying, driving you inside your house.
You go inside and mother asks, “How was it out there?”
Put the descriptions together; they spell one word…

You answer,
“Cold.”

Another restless night. The sun seeps through my window shades. I find myself escaping my warm cocoon of blankets and pillows to descend downstairs. My eyelids are heavy and my fingers grasp the refrigerator door. I pour a glass of orange juice, and my mom takes my temperature. 101 degrees. A day at home. I plop myself down onto the couch and turn on the TV.
A day at home, to sleep, relax, and try to get rid of this cold.

I sneeze
the smallest act sends a shudder
down my back.

I feel the cold air
wisp through the open spots
of my coat
I sense the wind hit my spine
it feels like an ice cube
sliding slowly down my back
getting colder as it moves down.

It doesn’t matter
how many layers I have on
the cold
always finds a way in

I start to rub my hands together
they feel numb
like Novocain in my mouth

I can’t move my toes
they are frozen to my boots
they feel like feet do
when they fall asleep
expect I can’t wake mine up

I see a new gust of wind coming Read more »

The chill surrounds you

Envelops you in its embrace

Nips and pinches, like the bite of a mouse

The chill encases you.

The silence is oppressive

Overwhelming, overpowering

Muted, like a blanket over a face

Leaving you stranded in an abyss of silence

Knee deep banks of snow and ice

Close around you

Suffocating you, like your breath being squeezed out

The snow stifles any movement.

Yet I still love the cold.

The shimmering, twinkle the fresh snow allows

A puzzle never to be solved Read more »

I hate the cold weather winter brings! The cold irritates almost all of my senses! When the cold starts in the fall, I know that my allergies will start acting up and my sinuses will start to burn.

Whenever I have to go outside for recesses in the winter, I want to beg and beg to stay inside. I know that I can’t or else I might have to go to the principle’s office for not doing what I’m told. If I fall when I’m outside for recess I taste salt in the snow. I despise the taste: it makes me think of fish. I hate fish! Read more »

It’s time for recess said Mrs. M-. I let out a big sigh. I feel like I want to keep on writing instead of going outside in the freezing cold. I despise the cold. I slowly put my writing away and go out to the hallway and get my gear on to go outside. First, I have to put my ski pants on, then my boots, my coat, my hat, my mittens. By the time I’m done, I’m so hot it feels like I’m standing in a light bulb. Read more »

Do you like the cold? I do because the snow will not melt. When it is winter I can ride the snowmobile. I like snowmobiling because I can jump the skidoo over the snow banks at the edge of the driveway. The banks get anywhere from 3 to 7 feet high. Read more »

I can feel his breath on my neck. It’s almost cold but not quite. Standing with him alone, I almost feel different, almost like I can do everything. But I know I can’t, so I do the best thing I can think of right now. I lean over and kiss him -- not like the sappy ones you see every teenager doing now but one like it was directed, the perfect ones, the one all teens wish for in their lifetime but they can’t get it because they know it’s fake and unreal. This one’s not. You would think there were fireworks, but not really. There is more to it than you think. Read more »

Shiver in your skin. I sweep in and chill your bones.
Each crackling step leaves ice crystals in my path.
I close the doors on the face of summers past,
No one can overrule my task.

The knights storm in,
Leaving defeated opponents raining down cold,
Pure white.
The horses thunder,
Whipping at your windowpane at night.

And through all the nipping,
From the battle at your feet.
Snow tigers leap at leopards
Resting up among the trees.

Cold wind blows.
Some people complain
I’m not one.
Face is numb
It lets me know that I am
Alive and can still feel.

A breeze as crisp as the president’s starched collar
Biting at your fingertips.
Something makes the sky look so blue.
Thin wind chapping your lips.
Still not a care in the world.
Brisk air nips.
Sparkling snow reflects the pale winter sun.

Cold. What a frigid word. Just thinking about it sends shivers up your spine.

Cold. It can mean all sorts of things.

Cold. It can be referring to the temperature.

Cold. It could be how someone talks to you, or how someone acts around you.

Cold. It can be good, or it can be bad.

Cold. It can lead to winter, and winter means snow.

Cold. Snow is the pure essence of cold.

Cold. Such an intriguing word.

Cold. Brrr.

Cold.

The chilling wind blows in my face while I keep walking forward.
I hear the crunch of my steps on the crust of the snow.
The steps echo off the valley wall into nothingness.
But I still move on.
The icicles hanging off my nose have nearly numbed my whole face.
I take another step then crumble to the ground.
A resounding crack sounds through the cavern.
I fall slowly and silently,
into the nothingness below.

Snow blows, landing its flakes everywhere it falls
Becoming great masses, shadowing hills and treetops
Brings chills down your spine
Freezing where it lands, turning
Everything dark and dead.
No life upon us while snowflakes descend.
Whiteness blankets the village.

I am traveling through the darkness. I have become used to this feeling of absolute nothingness. No pain. No feeling. No thought. I feel a forceful shove jerking me back to reality, out of the nothingness. This I have also become accustomed to. I am on a planet, not the one I want to be on. I want to be back on Earth. This planet is cold and desolate. Winds blow across the snow covered plains. It thrashes snow up off the ground. Only then do I realize how numb I am. The cold hits me like a blade being driven down my throat. I have never felt so alone. I scream with sudden agony. Read more »

Icicles hanging from the rooftop, children building snowmen in the field, snowball fights, and sled rides is what winters all about. When the day ends there is nothing better than to sit infront of the fire telling stories with your family while drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate snuggling with your warm fuzzy blanket.

Icicles hanging from the rooftop, children building snowmen in the feild, snowball fights, and sled rides is what winters all about. When the day ends there is nothing better than to sit infront of the fire telling stories with your family while drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate snuggling with your warm fuzzy blanket.

"This is the five o' clock news reporting to you today about the freezing cold weather we are having. I'm Sally Seal with breaking news. Brrrr!!! Its freezin out there! Who the heck wants to be out in this freezing cold weather? Well let me tell you, THIS GIRL! Why you might ask? Because you get to make snowballs, snowmen and best of all... snow forts! Well thats all for today everyone, see you during tomorrow's newscast!"

When the cold blows on me I shiver and I freeze.
The cold smacks my face and it's like I got a shot of pain.
My cheeks turn red in the cold
and my eyes glimmer, shine and eventually freeze.
I suddenly get this sensation that I need to......SCREAM!

Legs dangle off the creaky chairlift as it glides swiftly to the peak
The trees wither away as the wind slices my rosy cheeks in fury
Piercing coldness stings me, and the wind runs me down
Toes left sensation less, stuck together, trapped in the cave of a ski boot
Fingers clenched together inside my mitten
The coldness penetrates straight through
Lips set in a solid stone, numb from the bitter draft
Body shaking uncontrollably
The top of the hill comes into sight
Moving from this position allows the frigid air to fly through once more
I dread the top of the mountain Read more »

Vroom, Vroom! This the sound of my Articat snowmobile as the snowmobile is running outside. While sitting on the snowmobile I smelled the gas from the exhaust. This smell was like that of car gasoline. After I was done talking to my parents I took off into the field.

When I got near the field I saw snowmobiling tracks from two days ago. I reached the speeds of thirty-five m.p.h. I was going against the wind. I felt the wind pushing against my chest and snow blowing on my helmet. This made my body push backwards. Read more »