Poetry:: Cold as Ice

Cold as Ice
Darkness falls swiftly
Along with the cold of night
Where did you go, I wonder as I glance at the void of nothingness.
Did you honestly love me or were you using me?
That I cannot ask, for you left me many moons ago
In the stillness of the night.
I still long for you; I miss that day that we met so long ago.
You and I were only children when we first saw each other
In that garden of Paradise.
Even then you were cold as ice...
But even though I know that, I still long for you...
I still long to hear your voice say my name as you did so long ago.

Poetry:: Creative Writing Class Work a Book

Creative Writing Class Work a Book
A Book
Paper and ink
encased in
glossy binding...

Information
is housed
within.

Readers come
and go
over the years
but the
information
is
the same.