DaRk IcE

DaRk IcE Jan 2016

Trapped in these walls of confinement waging war with the unknown whispers residing in these hollow hallways my soul grasps
Infinite solitude engulfs the flames in which I burn
Wandering down a dim lit hallway where all living things die
Lost inside twists and turns that hold no direction to civilization
Thick fog seems to follow my steps where the sun doesn't shine and the clouds roll
The ground is weightless to heavy feet and light air
Drifting off somewhere between here and now but ending up in the same place
This place seems familiar, the emptiness of an occupied room, and a hint of obscenity
The smell of these damaged walls lingers like the stench of cigarette smoke
It sinks deep into the follicles for permanent residence

DaRk IcE Jan 2016

Whirlwind

When the waves calm and the clouds part I see you
Bruised and bound within your own fueding mind
Crying, no wait, laughing
Skipping to the beat of a song your heart once sung
Traveling in a direction where crazy meets sane
Becoming a cluster **** of once was and once wished to be
Climbing out of the pits of your hell smelling of burnt skin and leather
Somewhere along the way you missed the great parts of life
Those little things that you wake up for every morning
Remembering parts of a different you, the few times you found a slither of happiness worth living for and something you held dear
Now it's so close, yet so far away of a weak grasp at the tip of tethered hands
Lost in a whirlwind of the war that rages inside of you that won't surrender
Coming and going have merged together creating constant confusion of right and wrong
Claiming to be wise when you surely don't know what wise is
The road never ends, it keeps winding through the ruff of disappointment of repeated mistakes
Taking you back to square one where the waves howl and the clouds never part.

DaRk IcE Jan 2016

A prideful Man

A prideful man would chase his own *** before he would chase yours
No matter the cost, his lust for false righteousness exceeds the sum of innocence which surrounds him
It dissolves time and love and stores it deep into the space only he knows
Casting out any attempt of making things right, even as a child calls him daddy, it's not enough

It's
Not
Enough

The pain he puts forth is his fuel to spread hate fullness in innocence
Having no regard of the destruction he's caused in the eyes of the one's who loved him
Like broken glass, the aftermath is devastating
The tears have summoned a raging flood God can't stop
A prideful man will stand tall during it all and claim innocence
While the one's who loved him are caught and swept away

Dec 2015

Ronell Warren Alman

Girl, It Really Is Sad

Girl, it really is sad
That he left you standing in the cold
He often treated you as if you were nothing
He sadly did not realize that you have a heart of gold
It is a shame
That he treated you that way
Just pick yourself up
There is nothing left to say

#love #heartbreak #sad #loss

DaRk IcE Dec 2015

6 (True) Words

The
                                                        Truth's
A
                           Funny
Thing
                                                    Sometimes

DaRk IcE Dec 2015

A Mid-Somber nights Dream

When darkness falls somber thoughts take residence in your mind holding your attention hostage
Threating your emotions to do their bidding for countless hours as they point and stare while you die a little each time
Tears glide down your cheeks feeding the pleasure darkness harbors upon you each and every night, hour after hour of antagonizing debriefing
Begging and pleading to one's prideful misery is no match to be won
The vines that bind you grip tightly retaining your hearts contents
Gutting your insides so that your smiles can't be seen, your laughter can't be heard
Outward appearance is a blank page with no color
Constant battles faught between good and evil with no victory to celebrate
Standing is a forced action to carry out the bare minimum of daily function

*Darkness contains you once again in a mid-somber nights dream derailing your hopes of peacefulness

DaRk IcE Dec 2015

Misty Blue morning's

A misty blue morning approaches followed by a most glorious sun rise in the East
You can hear the sounds of birds humming and rustling in the tree's
Squirrels daring stunts high above in the power lines
The warmth of the suns light beaming down through the window in the corner, slightly touching the bedroom floor
Distant echos of passing cars on a crowded highway, horns blaring, some people shouting obscenities at the car ahead
Just
Another
Day
In
Paradise