Lydia Cooper

Lydia Cooper Jun 2013

I long to be looked at

With eyes filled with love

As if I were the only light

At the end of a long tunnel

As if I was the only star in a cool summer

Night sky

Lydia Cooper Jun 2013

Summer

Love
Seems to be
In the
a
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r
And I can't hold my breath
Much longer

Lydia Cooper Jun 2013

Untitled

I’ve had this sickness in my stomach

For a few weeks.

Right in the center

Where the butterflies should be

I feel like a rotting flower

And love avoids me

I can’t bloom like I used to

I’ve grown old and ugly

Lydia Cooper May 2013

1:09 am

I fall in love with every set of lips I’ve ever kissed

And still my heart bubbles up over itself

Like some lovesick teen with dreams

Painted in unrequited fantasies.

Lydia Cooper May 2013

X the Great

Where are the greats of my generation?

The great artist and thinkers.

Will there be another Warhol, Basquait?

Of course not.

Are we doomed to a worth set by numbers?

Are we doomed to have language become a nuance

Where conversation is useless?

Where eye contact and subtle glances

Become fiction for Romances?;

Where is the fire in our youthful souls?

We want to be heard so we take another poll

One thousand nine hundred and three.

We gained the ability to reach the masses

But we chose to be classless.

Always looking out for the last

-Ist.

Where are the greats of my generation?

Lydia Cooper May 2013

A love letter to the Unknown

How can I miss someone I've never met

Something I've never had?

I can only hope that our paths will cross

You will never be mine, but I still hope

To hear my name leaping off the tip of your tongue

As it meets my mouth.

I felt you so vividly in my dreams

As if I'm leaping dimensions, to a world of our own

A world you've been to; a place to run away.

I could be your perfect secret as you leave me for reality

Please don't leave it all for me.

Lydia Cooper Apr 2013

Scar Stories

All my scars are fading

And I’m afraid that I’ll miss them

Nothing left but some raised white lines

I have nothing left to hide

They were beautiful

And I remember them all

My mystery I wanted someone to solve

Now time is running out

Because they are all gone.