Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
I miss you when the lights shut off/ and I miss you when I click off my phone/ I miss you every time we hang up/ and I miss you now that I’m all alone
I know I was who gave up/ and I know I said goodbye to us/ I know I am the one to blame/ and I know I turned us to dust
Here I am in my room/ and here I am completely cornered/ Here I am saying I’m sorry/ and here I am not moving forward
I miss you every day/ and I know I broke us both/ Here I am with no way back/ and all because I broke our oath
click and clack/ tip and tap/ all day, all night/ always another lap
love and loss/whispers and screams/ around we go/ all nightmares and dreams
But to you/ or to me/ or to us/ or to what we used to be?
Yeah, this pretty much sucks and I’m putting this together in two minutes. Yeah, I keep droning on about love and honestly? I have no clue what it means. I know when I love someone, but to love and to be in love are two completely different things, as I’ve come to realize. And god, to love and to like are polar opposites. Like gives a possibility of love, but no guarantee. It can change in a week. But to love? That doesn’t mean you like them, at least not necessarily actively as a crush where you want to pursue them. However, it does mean that you would be willing to give up a lot just to talk to the person or to sit with them in silence and it’s comfortable or to risk all consequences just to keep that connection.
the shirts i find on my floor/ they still smell like you/ my scrunchies have a faint tinge/ and all my sweaters too
i try to rolls my eyes/ and i want to look away/ and yet no matter how hard it is/ i can’t come back to stay
i keep our photos up on my wall/ because i insist we’re still friends/ but we rarely talk anymore/ at least since we saw our end
i want to keep busy/ i write and write and write/ and just save it all as a draft/ because i’m afraid i hold on too tight
Good morning, good morning/ my light and sunshine/ good morning, good morning/ my love and cloud nine
I drink my coffee/ and laugh at your message/ i sit here and read/ and think of all the possible wreckage
but who cares about them/ at least that’s what we say/ hit the gas and run/ and away we chase the day
Dependent I’ve become/ after months and months of talking/ and now all i recieve is silence/ i wish it wasn’t so shocking
Yet i don’t want to move first/ worried of forced conversation/ so i sit in my bedroom/ all my songs, one long duration
So, update. I’m realizing I suck at poems and it’s kind of killing me because nothing seems decent when I write it and all my “decent” ones are just about inanimate objects. What does that say about me? Can I not write? Do I force myself to write too much? Just because I can rhyme doesn’t mean I can just build stanzas that have any depth. Yet, I keep checking my snap and there’s nothing new from anybody and I can only hope that writing passes the time because the night is long. -me, cosmo susie
love is love is love/ it comes and goes/ and it falls apart/ as fast as it grows
love is love is love/ it’s opposite is not hate/ but an empty sense/ that’s just as strong of bait
love is love is love/ yet sometimes it has to wither/ to make more room/ or away it will slither
love is love is love/ at least so they say/ and yes it’ll be hard/ but not all good things stay
here i sit/ in the solid dark/ the solids of solitude/with contrast ever so stark
blink once/ he holds your hand/ blink twice/ he drops you from land
down, down i fall/ to the pits of hell/ the flesh that flames engulf/ the place where shadows dwell
blink once/ fresh as flowers/ blink twice/ her smell you wish to devour
down, down i fall/ for i stop before i lust/ the intangible i desire/ but to hold back is a must
blink once/ she’s mine/ blink twice/ you lose all divine
down, down i fall/ between the blinks/ as the bible rots/ as all standard shrinks
she fixes the clip in her hair/ purses her lips/ smooths her sleek skirt/ and it all shifts in a blip
all she sees is the black/ the ink runs down/ a perfect album cover shot/ and onwards her head pounds
the click of the heels/ that have been replaced/ with the click of her teeth/ that have gained a red base
she walks the street corner/ phone on alert/ keys between fingers/ silent to avert
yet click and again/ i see her on my screen/ the newsline blares/ and again society fails to redeem
The greenery fools us all/ the resemblance of peace and tranquility/ the swoosh of the vines and swish of the leaves/ brings what we all forget to be anonymity
The flower petals you smell/ the sweet scents that fills your nose, your lungs/ breathe it in real slow and lean back/ because it’s just fibonacci that lingers among
The ocean you crave to crash down over/ with the salt that dries your hair after a spray/ the sand that grinds between your creases/ that only reminds you of how you long to stay
The trick nature pulls on us all/ the laugh that rings at our expense/ it’s not the bees buzzing or cicadas chiming/ but what the mother of all makes us repent
Welcome to my blog!! Blank slate, blank state. Actually, that means literally nothing so here we gooooo. Basics? I’m kind of a cat person but would never admit to anyone I know and I write some crappy poetry. Not quite roses are red, violets are blue, but I have dabbled in it before. I’m more of the everything I write will be an ABCB rhyme scheme because that’s what I do best and it’s all pretty literal. But that’s kind of boring sooooo. There’s so much pressure in the first post. It’s like a pilot episode of television. If it’s good, we air it. If not, sorry, try again next season. Here’s to airing my show:) -Susie
Cosmo Susie 