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Knit Personality Dec 2018
Sugar plum visions of fairies like snowflakes, with candy cane
              cabins and cookies in bed,
Ballet à la Balanchine (red ***** and blue *****) and tickle my fancy
               and gingerbread head.
The warm cookies I now liked cold.
The little gnome still kept me warm.
But still, hugs make me feel at home.
One of the worst things I could have done
Is blame you for all of the things you couldn't have known.
Instead of telling you I always figured that you've known all of these things.
Forgetting that you too, are human.
Putting on this front that we aren't as vulnerable as we seem.
Knowing all of the things that I keep from you.
I realized my mistake only when it was too late.
Revealing to you all the things that I thought you knew.
The things you couldn't have known.
How your name drives me insane soon as I hear it.
Staring across from you embracing every moment.
These things not often said not knowing how you'd react.
If you'd really see how important you are
One of the worse things I could have done.
Separating these same feelings in the blink of an eye.
Not knowing if you truly felt the same as I.
Twisting myself in half not realizing how whole you made me.
Instead of telling you I always figured that you've known all of these things.
I love the way you look at me.
The nonchalant way you'd often speak.
Putting on this front that we aren't as vulnerable as we seem.
How I crumble at the chance I didn't pull you closer.
Too few gaps left to fill.
Instead of telling you I always figured that you've known all of these things.
All of the things I wanted to do.
All of the things I wanted to say.
The weight of cookies that sit on a shelf.
Often suffocate while no one watches
Never knowing the feeling of being in love.
They often crumble
Annika J Dec 2018
Family members crowd around
I try to dodge the questions
How is school
How is dance
How is the harp
I don't want to talk
I just grab some food
And run away
From the noise
The questions
The lack of space
Or I would
But my mom won't let me

Even the King of the World
The Lord of Lords
The one who we celebrate
This time of year
Came as a baby
In a stable
ALONE
In the middle of
Nowhere, Israel
(Okay, Bethlehem
But still)

Can't I just catch a break?

No?

Oh well.

At least there are cookies.
Andrew Colletti Dec 2018
Standing in the kitchen,
I thought to myself,

Each year since I was young,
my mom would make these cookies...
truly amazing cookies,
for Christmas, every year,

but over the years,
they never tasted as good
as they once did.
Over the years, they got worse...

and I couldn’t help but think,
nothing is as good,
as when its made with love.

Now as a reminder each year,
I chew, chasing a taste that,
once filled the innocent mouth,
of someone who didn’t notice

that moms cookies never tasted the same,
since she cheated on my dad.
Danny Nov 2018
Plunge into coffee
Softening to perfection
Love me some cookies
GreenTrees Sep 2018
I visit the  rest home where my grandma stays and some times I leave in tears.

Slowly saying goodbye to the person who is leaving us year by year.

So what is left at 94?

Just shadows and memories from all the years before.

And each day I darken her door.

With a painted smile and cookies and treats for the person I most adore.

She is sweet and loving and her heart is warm.


She is fresh baked cookies, a bible and so much more.


COPYRIGHT 2018
Karl von Mecklenburg
Eric Babsy Sep 2018
I run into a forest with fudge and green frosting trees.
In there I find squirrels made of cheesecake grey sesame.
The acorns are made of candy hard root beer.
Twigs made of cinnamon to my feet adhere.

The ground has bunches of lime gummy grass.
I saw a rabbit of white chocolate run past.
The foot prints were of cocoa divine.
This forest is filled with deserts that seem mighty fine.

I come to a river filled blue raspberry jelly.
That will surely adhere to my belly.
What am I to do with all these treats?
Is it time to run or do I have time to stop and eat?

I see birds made of cookies and cream.
Is this a terrifying nightmare or a beautiful dream?
The snow falls powdered sugar flutters.
Whoops, stepped in droppings made of peanut butter.

Maybe from a chocolatey brown bear.
Just as tame as that white chocolate hare.
I guess I am getting out of here.
All the sugary stuff that will adhere.

Hopefully I do not attract those.
They are red hot fire ants near a cream filled rose.
Though I finally leave.
What just happened I could not believe.
Charlotte Aug 2018
I’ve heard that some see the world in poetry,
And that some see the world in prose.
Some stop to cry out “Oh, woe is me!”
Some just think “Welp, that’s just the way life goes.”

Some things just don’t go the way you plan,
Some things just fall apart or they break,
Baked goods aren’t always perfect out of  the pan.
Think your life is bad? Someone else’s may take the cake.

Sometimes life really is awful, it’s okay to complain,
Sometimes the more one runs, the more one tumbles,
We often get bruised and feel all kinds of pain,
But alas, sometimes the ball just fumbles,
And we watch the way the cookie crumbles.

The cookie always crumbles in uneven fragments,
So naturally someone always get a bigger piece,
But I’ve found that life has a way of finding its balance,
And when I am alone at night, it brings me peace.
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