I appreciate that, thanks! yeah it's kind of an accepting look at reality i like to think !

This is a beautiful poem. It's got excellent flow and rhyme. I also really like the theme- very nihilistic. 

Thank you for reading !
 You were right about the spoken word angle, which makes your next comment absolutely true, as a just written piece it does miss out on some of the intentions of the word play. 

I agree with you on grammar and punctuation stuff, that's just laziness on my part , not bein thorough on the read through. I appreciate you pointing that out though because the last thing I want to do is develop an anti-grammatical habit!

And as I read through the first few lines, I can see where you're coming from with the narrative issue. Now I'm not super mad at it, but I guess I was using 'you' to sort of mean the entire world at large. On that point, I agree a different word choice could make a little more clear that I'm not referring to one single thing, as i am not.

Really appreciate the feedback , thanks again!

If I read this piece as a transcription of a spoken-word poem, it's got excellent flow and good (if sporadic) intra-line rhyme.  If I read it as a written piece, the flow is still good but the rhyme could use some work for consistency throughout.  Punctuation needs minor touching up from a grammar standpoint, and there's something odd about having some first line-letter capitalization (when not necessary grammatically) without all the lines having same.  

From a narrative standpoint, the piece could use work - the 'you' at the start is undefined/unreferenced, it's unclear why that other would desire to scare the narrator, and whether that 'you' is in reference to the same entity/concept throughout.  

I like the piece on the whole - it reminds me of the *A Tale of Two Cities* section of The Sandman comic volume *World's End* - but I think it could use some cleanup to be brilliant instead of simply good.

One thing I know for certain?

I am temporary.

I put my trust into movement

So you don't get to scare me.

The tall, cold towers that rise up from the flowers, 

only they truly know what the sky sees,

Or how the air speaks through each break in the breeze

through the city that needs you.

Just lights guiding the night,

It's the city that breathes you.

We fill them from the ground up,

It's not the city that feeds you.

I believed in the life and the sacrifice it takes to be.

Was it worth the moment?

And the rain needed to fall and grow it?

That's yet to be seen,

If it means the death of me,

I wish the night to have my empathy.

Take my heart, its love and shame.

My brain , my eyes, my triumphs 

and pain.

Forget my face and forget my name,

for we are all in a big picture,

dwelling within a frame.

'Freezing Hot'
www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/59m606/freezing_hot/

'The Dragon'
www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/59m8uc/the_dragon/