Mm, this is lovely. I love "the fists of snow." What a strange image. It's fitting and somehow not at the same time. "the girl in my mind cried/with shredded limbs" is such a disturbing image, yet I can't stop imagining it. (Though I just wrote a poem about necrophilia last night, so I guess I have a bit of a mind for the macabre.) And "bitter pearl of shame," that's just classic. Beautiful, beautiful. Definitely inspired. Keep writing! :)

this one is very good
it sounds mature, and the details are wonderfully chosen
:)

wow.

wow.

this is beautiful! seriously. I love that it begins with "sometimes", like, it's so surreal.

the last stanza is the best. the bitter pearl of shame and that last sentence, so lovely.

"silence of the ground erases
the color of dreams from
searchlights of holocausts."

That section was PHENOMENAL! The imagery was so powerful and haunting.

In fact, from thereon, the poem just exploded into this profound, vivid, chilling piece that I LOVED! :D