Friday, November 19, 2010


poetry is beautiful, isn't it? it expresses the things that you want to say but can't. it gives you an outlet, a pretty, magical, glittery outlet. i'm big into poetry lately.
today, actually, mostly.
anyway, the point is not that.
the point is that i wrote this poem two years ago during the coldest part of my life. things weren't making a lot of sense that day, and i was feeling pretty numb. instead of writing an essay about my feelings, i delved into my skillz from grade eight english and came up with a single verse that pretty much summed everything up. and even though it didn't make me feel better, it made me feel heard. and maybe, just maybe,  that is better.
i'm back there again today, and decided to dig this up and share it again.
i call it, "i'm really cold."


*translation: when it is this cold outside my thoughts all start to freeze,
and when they start back up again, they’re all in Japanese.
by suzy
i thought, in light of the fact that this weekend's forecast is -30, this poem was fitting.
i love winter. i love it.


Anonymous said...

I am a fan of winter too!

Chess said...

I relate. Like when people WANT to go freeze their butts off outside doing silly snow sports, and they start talking and raving about it, and all I hear is a language I can't understand. :P

Steven Cain said...

Isn't -30 a synonym for move?

amylou said...

i pretty much heart you and anything you write!

row said...

probably the single most awesome poem i have EVER read. ever.

suzy said...

fatuous anility: good show! :)

steven: just wait til -40...

chess: yeeeahhh winter SPORTS...yikes. who needs 'em.

amylou: oh you!

row: well for pete's sake, what a nice thing to say. :)