Midwest Winters
Cold the wind blows, freezes the beard, & frostbites the nose.
Toes bitter and numb, hands stiff, no help from the sun.
Potholes enlarged from the salty shards, cars start hard and batteries need charged.
Windows fogged, exhaust smog visible,
doors creak, & pipes leak,
Midwest winters are not for the weak.
No ones invincible,
trees crack, & logs burn black.
Ash and smoke, white power lines snapped, electricity now gone
Dark is the night, all week we wait for dawn.
Wounds crusted, thin metal rusted.
Water froze, and in the concrete it's busted.
Grass crumbles, ground solidified.
Rumbles in the street, no sign of heat.
Breath steaming, accelerated breathing.
Lips chapped, and moisture is fleeing.
The things we get used to, as Midwest beings.
The Things We Get Used Too!
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The Pens The man is a writer. He became a writer long before he ever knew he was a writer. In his younger years of life, he found he was unable to express himself to his fullest potential verbally. The crowd he ran with started to assume he had developed a bad case of anxiety or stage fright at its worst. He simply was not able to speak to others at social gatherings. His friends finally realized he had a serious problem with speaking to others outside of his immediate group. If he knew you, and everyone else in the room, he could talk and carry a conversation with no problem. As soon as someone new stepped into the picture his demeanor changed instantly. Was he just plain out paranoid or he was schizophrenic? He had problems with raising his hand in class. If he was called on, he would stumble over his words even on the subjects he knew. He was held back by his own internal issues. No one paid much attention to his problem as the childhood years of his life passed away. He would learn to cope with it in his own way but it was still a problem. He sat with counselors who were unable to break through to him and when a shrink attempted to get through to him he just gave them quick and easy answers to get through the session as fast as possible. He had never let anyone inside his head at this point in his life, not a single person. Every time he found a woman that he thought he might open up to they always left not much longer after he had begun to test the waters of opening up to a human being.
By Mavrik Alexander Poe4 years ago in Journal
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