writing is my therapy don't bully me
Even while I dreamed
that what I saw
the fore front
of a shadow.
When the cold sweats
By cookie foot2 years ago in Poets
I love you.
That was the last thing I said to you,
before you left.
don't regret it ,
I mean it.
I'm sorry we're so tangled and angry.
The sky melted,
The ground sprouted,
But I forgot to dance with you.
I thought my pain would fly away,
But it only held onto me.
Sometimes I let the wind do my hair;
Chaos has a way to dress me.
Sometimes I pretend I don't care;
I am blind to things I can see.
By cookie foot3 years ago in Poets
Things are rocky
I don't know you
You pull so hard
and push with punches
you jab with salt
and kiss like the sun.
I'm sorry I'm timid
I am carved from marble.
My skin has chipped and faded.
You have left bruises that have become holes.
There's a sad hum that sings
If I could take things easier,
I would let you lift the load.
If I could calm my mind,
I would let you sit in my tangled neurons.
By cookie foot4 years ago in Poets
I don't want to have a day like this.
I miss you.
I miss you everyday, but today I can feel the space.
He died today.
He never said hello;
He never said goodbye.
I wonder if he knows he was loved?
When he was a true catch,
I am not good very good at letting people in.
My tongue handcuffs sin.
My gray metal teeth are the
hard and cold
metal bars to a dingy jail cell.
You can't force someone to like you.
No matter what you do.
It doesn't matter how many small things,
how many big things,
Sometimes I can’t breath
my lungs become a showcase,
to the air that I ignore.
I wrestle with my thoughts
and irony always takes the belt