pulling me into the depths

Deep within the waves, in the silence, while I remain stagnant

In the sweet temptation of shallow sin

Bruising and seductive, like marks left on your skin

That’s where I find it; what makes my heart race

That feeling; on the edge, the wind at your back

Like old wax, it almost makes me crack

Bones snapping under a vice of swirling anxiety and excitement wrapped tight

my lips crack into a smile

It’s a bad idea, but I just might

Something tells me not to

But everything tells me I have to

There’s no salve that could soothe this burn, should it come

No redemption for the fallen, even for just a crumb

And god, with each carve of the knife, each feather in place

The salacious taste of the thrill finds me mad

I can’t handle this with grace

I’ve never wanted something so bad

Im a beast unattended with steak wrapped in lace

This feeling, It consumes me in my entirety

But I’d be chasing an ending that can’t be undone

Ooohhh! Will you judge my poem? Man I need a topic...

Hmm...

Okay sure I’ll write about cookies :) 🍪 ... Cookies

Hundreds of recipes online They all look mighty fine Oh, which one would be mine?  Could you give me a sign?  Measure the flour  Dump in your sugar Whisk up the eggs And beat in the butter Ai’s allergic to peanuts And Bo hates pecans Cal’s chocolate-intolerant  And Dar’s sugar sensitive All the same ingredients  Sprinkled with different toppings  Each and every cookie’s different Why should we be any different?  Hundreds of cookies online Each of them mighty fine Special and unique in its own way Hard to digest? That’s okay

It’s the basic cookie nature Same base, different flavors Personalized to our own taste buds  But not to others 

Because Nobody tastes the same thing  Nobody thinks the same thing Nobody feels the same thing 

Nobody dreams the same thing  Nobody wishes the same thing  Nobody lives the same life  And that’s okay 

Because there’s not wrong way to be you  And there’s not wrong way to be me  The perfect cookie doesn’t exist  As long as we live full of love and joy  Then it’s perfect enough for me

~fin~

Yayy! I did it! Hopefully you enjoyed it XD 

I came up with that on the spot and based off of an old poem I’ve written too ^-^

I know the rhyme is a little off-putting at certain spots but I’m quite satisfied with it :) 

What would it be like, To be blank? A clean slate? Would it feel ever so empty? Or would it perhaps be, Freeing…?

I wonder sometimes, But not constantly.

It’s more of a thing that I think about in those spaces of time, Where there’s nothing to do, But let thoughts float untethered inside your head.

“I’m more willing to take the fist than I am the flowers in it.”

“I tell them ‘I’m scared’ But apparently I’m not Because how could anyone Be scared of social events?

Apparently I’m not Because how dare I Refused to be the normal kid And instead of playing with Nonexistent friends I read books.

Because How dare I ‘Not try to make friends’ When I kept getting pushed aside

Because How dare I be different

Because Being different makes you sick in the head

Because Being sick in the head Makes you desperate