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POEM STARTER
Submitted by Just Another Teenage Girl
“Cold water feels warm when you're freezing.“
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Hot objects feel cold when you're burning
Cold water feels warm when you're freezing
Night seems blinding when you're dim
Day seems dark when you're in the sun
Summer seems boring when you're thriving
Winter seems happy when you're dying
Hot or Cold Cold or Hot
Night or Day Day or Night
Summer or Winter Winter or Summer
Cold water feels warm when you are freezing Ice Cold plunge It dosnet feel cold when you feel so empty Judgement feels like praise when you are broken Yelling screaming torture been through it again again It dosent hurt anymore Pain feels like healing when you are hurt Broken brusied battered It feels so little when there is so much more Poison tastes like water when your thirsty ignore forget block out dont pay attention when in need, it dosent matter
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Cold water feels warm when you’re freezing.
A stale piece of bread is life giving when you’re starving.
What they don't tell you,
Is that you can’t warm a freezing person quickly.
You can’t give a starving person a normal sized meal.
For us to keep the pain away,
For us to keep the person here,
Healing is slow,
Gentle.
We accept the small pieces of bread.
And though the cold water may feel warm for a while.
Eventually the cold water will feel cold because you’re no longer freezing.
Cold water feels warm when you’re freezing I need affection I need attention I starve anything you will give me You are my new addiction I will seize any moments that you give me with my mouth and body Appeasing Pleasing Eagerly meeting your lips with my tongue Wishing that with your touches I can come undone But when you’re freezing, cold water feels warm.
Cold water feels warm when you’re freezing, Cold hands feel warm when you’re lonely, Death feels warm when the suffering subsides, Or when reality takes its spindly fingers around your throat and chokes out the joy. You drown in cold water and it feels warm and freezing simultaneously. You drown in death and see darkness and day simultaneously. What comes after, do you know? Do cowards hang onto that last shred of life Or do they plunge daringly into the dark? Am I a coward for yet holding out hope?
And hope, that’s a funny thing. What is hope without something to hope in? And what is there to hope in beyond the blistering chill of this material universe? Someone from Outside called me to hope, took me in a warm hand and gave me what I had never known before. No longer do I want for death, nor fleeting life, but only for my Redeemer.
authors note: currently writing this at like 12:00am so don’t be surprised if literally none of this makes sense🙃💜****
I can’t feel my feet Or my hands Or my face But most concerning of all Is the fact that my heart Is colder than an Oklahoma fall
I think I’ve forgotten What having feelings feels like It’s been so long And I’ve been so tired I’ve lost everything That I have once loved and admired
Once you have been as cold as me For as long as I have You too will understand That after so long Of feeling nothing at all You get pretty good At faking being warm
You get good At pretending That you are not alone And after freezing for so long Your ice cold water Feels much warmer Than nothing at all