writing is my therapy don't bully me
bloody pumping orchestra, sweet symphony of cells, hardened metallic aorta, feed nothing but eggshells. Volition
By cookie footabout a month ago in Poets
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw Was only Fear and not the fore front of a shadow. When the cold sweats
By cookie foot4 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 foot5 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. Because today, 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,
By cookie foot6 years ago in Poets
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,