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 foot3 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.
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
By cookie foot4 years ago in Poets
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.
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.
By cookie foot5 years ago in Poets
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