The ice beneath me. I am soaring. I feel beautiful. But at the same time I feel the cold, bitter truth. A dream slipping through the cracks.
kelly
His eyes were an eerie, icy blue that sent a shiver down her spine. There was something so mysterious, so alluring about them that she couldn’t identify. It almost reminded her of a furious sea in the middle of a storm, suddenly frozen in place.
josebachachicken
The icy wind ripped through me although my down jacket was tightly zipped. I kept walking though, because I couldn’t turn back. I had to find her and apologize for the way I acted. I needed to find her. The vast expanse of frozen farmland that sat between myself and wherever she might be was nothing compared to how sorry I was.
Abby
Icy days are long gone
Humidity drips from the sky
Or simply drowns with each inhalation
Walkin’ down the sidewalk
Icy days are long gone
Except in my cup with some tea
To cool off
From humidity
April
cold
slippery
drink
clear
white
frozen
freezing
snow
winter
rain
water
icicles
icicle
sharp
dangerous
accidents
weather
ice rink
Dayna
her words pierced my heart like a shard of ice. as ifell into a dep dark and freezing afterlife, i wondered; how did it go so wrong?
Tofu
As I turned the corner on the icy road I knew at that moment that my life was going to end. The curve was sharp and was there before me in the blink of an eye. I knew better than to slam on the brakes but that’s what I did anyway. The car slid towards the cliff and my life, which was not so pretty, flashed before my eyes.
Xena
its too slippery and certainly does no good for the uncoordinated. It makes the roads shine like gold when the sun hits it. Ice makes paperrounds a health risk. Wintery frost. Pretty sometimes.
Taylor
Dark, penetrating eyes. The icy stare. I felt a cringe inside me, as if my very own internal organs were trying to push out my back, running from such cold, calculated examination.
Jeff
i would do anything for an icy, cold beer right now
andi
the car slid to the side of the road and all that the driver could see was the infinate black of the ditch. She streered in the opposite direction but it was too late. gravity was taking over and the mass of her Rav 4 was too much to stop. Smash. Silence. She came to moments later… her face as red. Her nose wasn’t where it used to be… she couldn’t see. And the baby was silent.
Mat
Her breath came out in tangible puffs of smoke as the icy, chilling wind blustered around her red coat. It was far too late for anyone else to be out, and the street lights had even dimmed in the lateness of the hour. She was alone. Just how she liked it.
liz
this word makes me think of northpole, where there are lots of icecube. In the summer, I always feel like eating icy ice-cream
kate
her fingers were. she had them on my neck, laying them like twigs. “they won’t leave me alone.” her voice was icy. her fingers dropped to her sides. “we won’t be seeing them again..” she said as her fingers curled.
maddie
Flat, shiny white covered the floor of the large oval room. He stared. What was this substance? Not tile, surely. There were no lines. And not plastic either…there was just something about it that didn’t seem right. Experimentally, he touched it with his shoe. It was rather slippery. Hmm…
Sammy
Cold slick, difficult to drive, always in the ditch, i have some female friends that would fall into this category. I am not a winter person, i prefer spring and summer, actually i prefer california’s perfect weather everyday. Icy cold one – sign me up for that. Icy Hot – some days this applies to my back pain. Ice pack to my migraine, I SEE WHY (I C Y), LOL, Do you?
Holly
In one word the whole world can stop, what do you mean the road was icy? They should have been here by now…
Gaston Alberto Lara Lara
The icy cold waters hit the beach shore, bringing with it driftwood and something quite a bit less pleasant. A dead body. Only…it wasn’t completely dead. Whoever it was was still breathing. Which meant that their heart was still beating.
Taylor
an icy blast of chipped ice hit me right in the belly button. damn snowie! the snocone stuff shoots right out horizontally! why not down? down, into the paper cone?? that’s where i want the ice so ican spray colorful hfcs into it
foxtail
i love icy windows with snow outside. sparkling frosty days with sun glinting off the brand new snowfall.
keturah
It’s an icy cold sweat that sends chills throughout my body. No one can feel it but me. No one is going to understand the sensation. And it stings, especially when it’s jabbed open again and again. I deserve better.
hugarbol
cold, alone, isolated, death, the endless abyss, frozen
stu
cold and slippery, but full of fun to slide and glide could be in trouble if traveling by car though sleek and clean very polished and nice to look at at times can be bittersweet neat like a slick sheet cold hard glassy eyed bitch
NieceG
Cold, painful; like the sting of words.
It’s quite agonising to hear a foul icy wind ripping from the mouth of another; uncalled for, unbeckoned.
Words cut just as deep as the ice itself; leaving the heart chilling, frozen.
Samantha
At 113 degrees the glare off the roadside sign shimmered its warning. “What a charming town”, Brenda said, with an icy stare at Brian. He slouched. Odd anniversay. “I wish she could see the adventure in little things”, he thought kicking at the dust. His brow furrowed as he gazed about the tiny logging town, populated by drunken spectors of the unemployed.
@
The glare he shots me is frigid, conveying the deep winter that settled across our relations.
“Well? Will you be there?” I repeat my voice as cold as his eyes; he’s not the only one that can freeze a heart.
Emma
her icy eyelids opned and stayed open for the last time. it was as if shed ad been immortalized. in my mind at least.
altay oktar
There are worlds above me which are icy and barren, where the cold-hearted grow in gardens so suitable for them, where the warm souls some bear have no place at all.
john
It’s definitely NOT icy outside. Nor inside. Nor is my personality.
I feel like sometimes I wish I had one of those “icy” personalities that you see on TV… like Don Draper (who doesn’t want to be Don Draper?). But at the same time, I’m far too happy and optimistic to really pull that off, I feel like.
Although, I do have my moments. When I’m in charge of something, and I need shit done, I can really get cold. I just do whatever it takes.
Alex
I felt it attack every inch of my skin and the first thing that i di was shudder. I ce is like a blinding light and in the artic it travels on forever. The sunlight reflects of the the ice and blinds me. It so cold that I can hardly move. I want warmth so bad.
Alexandra
de wind woei guur over de ijzige vlakte terwijl ik in nog in bikini mijn zwemspullen bij elkaar zocht. wat een vreemde plaats was dit toch met die onvoorspelbare weersomstandigheden.
maaike
Tendrils of icy fear shiver up my spine as I look at the image before me.
Katie
icy days suck. the chances of slipping and breaking your neck are increased 100fold. mind you slipping and breaking my neck would not be the worst thing that could happen to me right now. at least it would be an accident. no need to explain to anyone how or why i
jen
I stared into his eyes as I held onto his cold, rigid hands. The eyes, the hands, all felt so icy and so unfamiliar. It has been far too long since he has felt warmth. He was frozen like a statue. Perhaps his feelings have been iced for too long.
Annie
icy pledge on a hot tin roof. Sky is a badge of childrenless honor. come with me into scenes of our pretended yesterdays…
derek
The tires are skidding, we are slipping, it taking us for a ride. We cannot stop, the blackness of the road swallows us, a crash, a scream. and then darkness. The ice began to thaw, we are found beneath the snow.
kasyn
She froze. Her heart felt cold and tired. It wouldn’t move. She told it to jump, to show some sign of life- but it refused. And she realized her heart was iced over. It would never thaw. And it was her fault.
Rachael harris
cold breath from within my chest letting go another icy blast into the blue sky on the day that I watched as they dropped him in the ground without making a sound
noTxt
her icy cold dead hands felt good wrapped around my neck. I could see my breath and my hands were turning black with icicles hanging from my beard. I moved her dead legs and wrapped them around me, might as well go out with a bang.
matt k
She slid gently, her skates making a grating sound that rang in my ears, her hand lightly holding my own gloved ones, and her hair trailing behind her like flakes on a winter wind.
Yet the silence was there, unbroken and still, the hard smiles still frozen in the air, icy.
The ice beneath me. I am soaring. I feel beautiful. But at the same time I feel the cold, bitter truth. A dream slipping through the cracks.
His eyes were an eerie, icy blue that sent a shiver down her spine. There was something so mysterious, so alluring about them that she couldn’t identify. It almost reminded her of a furious sea in the middle of a storm, suddenly frozen in place.
The icy wind ripped through me although my down jacket was tightly zipped. I kept walking though, because I couldn’t turn back. I had to find her and apologize for the way I acted. I needed to find her. The vast expanse of frozen farmland that sat between myself and wherever she might be was nothing compared to how sorry I was.
Icy days are long gone
Humidity drips from the sky
Or simply drowns with each inhalation
Walkin’ down the sidewalk
Icy days are long gone
Except in my cup with some tea
To cool off
From humidity
cold
slippery
drink
clear
white
frozen
freezing
snow
winter
rain
water
icicles
icicle
sharp
dangerous
accidents
weather
ice rink
her words pierced my heart like a shard of ice. as ifell into a dep dark and freezing afterlife, i wondered; how did it go so wrong?
As I turned the corner on the icy road I knew at that moment that my life was going to end. The curve was sharp and was there before me in the blink of an eye. I knew better than to slam on the brakes but that’s what I did anyway. The car slid towards the cliff and my life, which was not so pretty, flashed before my eyes.
its too slippery and certainly does no good for the uncoordinated. It makes the roads shine like gold when the sun hits it. Ice makes paperrounds a health risk. Wintery frost. Pretty sometimes.
Dark, penetrating eyes. The icy stare. I felt a cringe inside me, as if my very own internal organs were trying to push out my back, running from such cold, calculated examination.
i would do anything for an icy, cold beer right now
the car slid to the side of the road and all that the driver could see was the infinate black of the ditch. She streered in the opposite direction but it was too late. gravity was taking over and the mass of her Rav 4 was too much to stop. Smash. Silence. She came to moments later… her face as red. Her nose wasn’t where it used to be… she couldn’t see. And the baby was silent.
Her breath came out in tangible puffs of smoke as the icy, chilling wind blustered around her red coat. It was far too late for anyone else to be out, and the street lights had even dimmed in the lateness of the hour. She was alone. Just how she liked it.
this word makes me think of northpole, where there are lots of icecube. In the summer, I always feel like eating icy ice-cream
her fingers were. she had them on my neck, laying them like twigs. “they won’t leave me alone.” her voice was icy. her fingers dropped to her sides. “we won’t be seeing them again..” she said as her fingers curled.
Flat, shiny white covered the floor of the large oval room. He stared. What was this substance? Not tile, surely. There were no lines. And not plastic either…there was just something about it that didn’t seem right. Experimentally, he touched it with his shoe. It was rather slippery. Hmm…
Cold slick, difficult to drive, always in the ditch, i have some female friends that would fall into this category. I am not a winter person, i prefer spring and summer, actually i prefer california’s perfect weather everyday. Icy cold one – sign me up for that. Icy Hot – some days this applies to my back pain. Ice pack to my migraine, I SEE WHY (I C Y), LOL, Do you?
In one word the whole world can stop, what do you mean the road was icy? They should have been here by now…
The icy cold waters hit the beach shore, bringing with it driftwood and something quite a bit less pleasant. A dead body. Only…it wasn’t completely dead. Whoever it was was still breathing. Which meant that their heart was still beating.
an icy blast of chipped ice hit me right in the belly button. damn snowie! the snocone stuff shoots right out horizontally! why not down? down, into the paper cone?? that’s where i want the ice so ican spray colorful hfcs into it
i love icy windows with snow outside. sparkling frosty days with sun glinting off the brand new snowfall.
It’s an icy cold sweat that sends chills throughout my body. No one can feel it but me. No one is going to understand the sensation. And it stings, especially when it’s jabbed open again and again. I deserve better.
cold, alone, isolated, death, the endless abyss, frozen
cold and slippery, but full of fun to slide and glide could be in trouble if traveling by car though sleek and clean very polished and nice to look at at times can be bittersweet neat like a slick sheet cold hard glassy eyed bitch
Cold, painful; like the sting of words.
It’s quite agonising to hear a foul icy wind ripping from the mouth of another; uncalled for, unbeckoned.
Words cut just as deep as the ice itself; leaving the heart chilling, frozen.
At 113 degrees the glare off the roadside sign shimmered its warning. “What a charming town”, Brenda said, with an icy stare at Brian. He slouched. Odd anniversay. “I wish she could see the adventure in little things”, he thought kicking at the dust. His brow furrowed as he gazed about the tiny logging town, populated by drunken spectors of the unemployed.
The glare he shots me is frigid, conveying the deep winter that settled across our relations.
“Well? Will you be there?” I repeat my voice as cold as his eyes; he’s not the only one that can freeze a heart.
her icy eyelids opned and stayed open for the last time. it was as if shed ad been immortalized. in my mind at least.
There are worlds above me which are icy and barren, where the cold-hearted grow in gardens so suitable for them, where the warm souls some bear have no place at all.
It’s definitely NOT icy outside. Nor inside. Nor is my personality.
I feel like sometimes I wish I had one of those “icy” personalities that you see on TV… like Don Draper (who doesn’t want to be Don Draper?). But at the same time, I’m far too happy and optimistic to really pull that off, I feel like.
Although, I do have my moments. When I’m in charge of something, and I need shit done, I can really get cold. I just do whatever it takes.
I felt it attack every inch of my skin and the first thing that i di was shudder. I ce is like a blinding light and in the artic it travels on forever. The sunlight reflects of the the ice and blinds me. It so cold that I can hardly move. I want warmth so bad.
de wind woei guur over de ijzige vlakte terwijl ik in nog in bikini mijn zwemspullen bij elkaar zocht. wat een vreemde plaats was dit toch met die onvoorspelbare weersomstandigheden.
Tendrils of icy fear shiver up my spine as I look at the image before me.
icy days suck. the chances of slipping and breaking your neck are increased 100fold. mind you slipping and breaking my neck would not be the worst thing that could happen to me right now. at least it would be an accident. no need to explain to anyone how or why i
I stared into his eyes as I held onto his cold, rigid hands. The eyes, the hands, all felt so icy and so unfamiliar. It has been far too long since he has felt warmth. He was frozen like a statue. Perhaps his feelings have been iced for too long.
icy pledge on a hot tin roof. Sky is a badge of childrenless honor. come with me into scenes of our pretended yesterdays…
The tires are skidding, we are slipping, it taking us for a ride. We cannot stop, the blackness of the road swallows us, a crash, a scream. and then darkness. The ice began to thaw, we are found beneath the snow.
She froze. Her heart felt cold and tired. It wouldn’t move. She told it to jump, to show some sign of life- but it refused. And she realized her heart was iced over. It would never thaw. And it was her fault.
cold breath from within my chest letting go another icy blast into the blue sky on the day that I watched as they dropped him in the ground without making a sound
her icy cold dead hands felt good wrapped around my neck. I could see my breath and my hands were turning black with icicles hanging from my beard. I moved her dead legs and wrapped them around me, might as well go out with a bang.
She slid gently, her skates making a grating sound that rang in my ears, her hand lightly holding my own gloved ones, and her hair trailing behind her like flakes on a winter wind.
Yet the silence was there, unbroken and still, the hard smiles still frozen in the air, icy.