#cookies
A witch’s scream
Has broken in
Has pierced the ears
Of frightened things
Cackling splits
Their mind like logs
Their legs asleep
And courage clogged
Door handles shake
And windows rattle
And smoky tendrils
Snake from the kettle
Have you time for
Some tea with granny?
For a taste of
My sweet meat cookies?
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 8:21 PM UTC
I opened a fortune cookie today and it said: you ask where our troubles are born,
look not to chance, nor to distant stars
they rise from the footsteps we have already taken,
the echoes of yesterday living inside today.
And if you wish to glimpse your future,
do not summon prophets or open old palms
watch your hands now,
see what they choose to build or break.
Conscience is a quiet witness.
It speaks when we are willing to hear,
measuring good and harm
with an unblinking eye.
Luck is not a mystery,
nor fortune a stranger passing by.
Each arrives on a road we ourselves have paved.
There is no door out of consequence,
no place the law of cause and effect forgets to follow.
Only that space where time stands between the seed and the harvest,
patient, inevitable, true.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC
The moon seems pretty fat and round tonight,
Last time I checked, it was quite thin and light.
Its life may be going good with no fights,
Hence so plump, with a glow so bright.
I wonder what it stores in its larder great,
Will there be apples, berries and *** of late,
Or pies and cakes, wonder whose hands make,
Or food from other worlds, none speculate?
Good for you, o moon with no care,
So good a life you got, perched up there,
While we toil around, with rest quite rare,
While you eat cookies, round and fair.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
I wrote a documentary
that would have won a BAFTA
But nobody would fund it
It was not what they were afta
I pitched the plot to Netflix
cuz they have a lot of money
They sent me packing, laughing
“Don’t call us, we’ll call you, Sonny”
I lastly pitched to Paramount
hoping they’d save the day
They took one look at me
shook their head and said, “No way!”
It’s such a shame that no one knows
your worth unless you’re famous
I always seek some solace from
those cookies made by Amos …
Famous (yummy) Amos (yummy)
“Makes your eyes light up (and)
Your tummy say ‘Howdy.’”
© 2025 Mark Toney
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
God favoring us this year,
Locked in a way it appears,
You can not hold on to fear,
Its a different atmosphere,
All of these secrets crawling out from under the staircase, don't lose ya' peers,
The world ain't really ending , its nearly beginning,
We all gotta' try to get there,
Being as graceful as swingin like cindy , I know I shine like silk.
Rubbin them Vatican symbols off oreo cookies with no milk.
You don't wanna get in bed with that,
Instead of hatin' , research the facts,
they'll stay up late just to plot on you,
No Insomniacs,
We're born into it , we just love deceit.
Aware of things that we could never reach.
I'm sleep to da' , black men that don't treat their women right,
I'm sleep to da' , people that go out without a fight,
I'm sleep to da' , chaos that trump will bring in this country,
I'm sleep to da , women only wanting men just for money,
What is America ? I'm not American , very Indigenous,
Don't worry bout' what I got over here , mind ya' business,
think and over think , Don't be dumb, that'll cost you,
The one that walked out of the matrix, now they
behind you,
Being as graceful as swingin like cindy , I know I shine like silk.
Rubbin them Vatican symbols off oreo cookies with no milk.
You don't wanna get in bed with that,
Instead of hatin' , research the facts,
they'll stay up late just to plot on you,
No Insomniacs,
We're born into it , we just love deceit.
Aware of things that we could never reach.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Hopeful to not be tasteless,
I let you in to take a quick lookie.
You reached with intentions nameless,
and found my heart quite jankey.
Now out and melting in your hands,
The crimson essence drips.
All I can do is watch as if in the stands.
While I feel the smile on your lips.
The energy surrounds mine.
Trying to dig at my core.
As if it didn't cross a line,
Ignoring holes it tore.
Then I was claimed,
To be yours of course.
Your being was aflame.
Because I was the source.
My appearance to match,
Only your imagination's images.
as sweet as a cookie batch,
and no disposiotion to scrimmages.
Forgetting that cookies don't last.
After time they get eaten,
or become stale like the past.
Perfection achieved by being beaten.
Pressure makes diamonds,
You say I am no exception.
So I'll use my ribbons,
To give explanations.
And just like a cookie,
I will cover it up with sweetness.
Giving everyone a lookie.
Knowing I am tasteless.
Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 11:04 PM UTC
it’s only i get a little scratchy across my shins at 1:33
forehead against work desk
leant down to run a track on my legs
phone untouched, shortcuts retraced
HTT ..PS//
ishouldntcheckyoursocials. us.
couldn’t make me an addict of loss
which really is the untapped potential
for the future internet of things
safari, waystone.
safari, favourer of webpage rerunners,
safari, guide me back to a bookmarked
cliff-edge of ache.
cookies know me better than my housemate who’s sweetness blocked his accounts before something broke and we’d have to talk about it.
once the whiter lines appear on shinskin like my algorithm
I can sit back up
if not satiated at least appeased
the sound my lungs make isn’t really laughing or crying but
a wheeze.
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC
Sweet spiced cookies
wafting in my nose.
It draws me to the kitchen
and on my tippy toes.
Mama's made a special treat.
She says it's still too hot to eat.
I can hardly stand the wait!
I bet they'll taste so great.
I hold mama's apron
until she gives me some.
It tastes just like mommy,
and it tastes just like home.
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 7:30 PM UTC
Warm chocolate chips in
Soft, rich, salty-sweet cookies
Perfection exists
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 7:41 PM UTC
I think people are like cookies
not in the way that they are
the best thing ever created
(because in way they are and are not)
they are like a cookies because just walking by one
you will never know what's on the inside
you will only find out by
taking a chunk out
analyzing the insides
seeing if there are any raisins in there (ew)
or if they're more of an M&M kinda person
maybe they look just like a chocolate chip
but have a dried apricot in the middle....??
or maybe they're more of a chocolate brownie bite
with fudge inside and a chip on top
maybe they're a double chocolate cookie,
or maybe a jam thumbprint
or maybe even a store-bought, ****** Lofthouse style
you know the kind
with the icing that tastes like pure chemicals and
pink dye
with loads of soft sprinkles on top
those cookies have got to be the worst
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
You're a young boy on
The playground, sharing with the
Pretty girls you like
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 1:54 PM UTC
You sold cookies for a living and knew my order well. You'd sneak me free ones and smile a smile only meant for me.
I told you about the boy who thew a vase at my head and you held me and told me you'd never do anything to hurt me. Stupidly, I believed you.
I told my friends about you, my mum about you, about the boy with Hazel eyes who made me laugh and my heart sing and who saw the good in everyone.
You asked me to the cinema and I was so excited, I straightened my hair and did my make-up, something I never do but I wanted to impress the boy who made my heart sing.
I met you outside, you wore a blue shirt and told me I looked pretty as you bought us tickets to Guardians of the Galaxy 2. To this day, I can't watch that film.
We sat at the back and you used my full name to ask me to be yours and even though I hate my full name, I let you and I said yes.
You smiled and in that moment, made me the happiest girl in the universe.
You told me you had tonsillitis and I told you I didn't care and you kissed me and I blushed as you told me you had butterflies and I told you I did too.
We played Air-Hockey after the film and I thrashed you (I knew I would). My dad gave you a lift home, you charmed him, I thought everything was good.
For the next three days, you were the centre of my world and I thought I was the centre of yours.
You told me you'd plan something for my birthday, told me about all the dates we'd go on, told me I was pretty every day.
Until you sent me the text that blew up my world.
I told you that you looked cute today and you responded with,
"I'm not feeling it anymore"
Four little words. That's all it took to destroy us.
A week passed.
You got a new girlfriend and I was left with tonsillitis and a shattered heart, wondering what I did wrong.
I didn't speak for a month, cried so much I thought I'd drown and you didn't even care.
I wonder if you ever cared at all.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC
Cookies are bright twinkles
fun and easy on the eye
they say 'come on, you know you want me, step up and don't be shy'
take off the lid
dip right in
everyone loves a tiny bit of sin!
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
there are cookies in the oven
i can make some tea
just stay for awhile
stay here with me
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
20th of Janury
21th of Februari
22th of March
23th of April
24th of May
25th of
This is time
measured by humans life.
rushing at the speed of girls
flattering theirs oversized eyelashes
and boys crashing into
fence from bikes,
the first word "mammy", which dad
did not record
It expires at the speed of the ran-out shelf life
of your beloved biscuit and hated milk
that you're allergic to.
down on the way to round-the-clock shop
the world seems fragile
like the handle of a plastic bag
dropped cookies decompose in the white sea
of lactose
time is slowing down
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
soft pieces of purity laid out on a parchment sheet
it smells like raw memory and a warm home
mixed with a spoon to create something sweet
the lovely aroma lets all my memories foam
pouring in the milk laced with my very own blood
these cookies are for someone who is of worth
mixing in the flour, tears at my eyes threatening to flood
but I will endure the pain to put the dough by the hearth
before I put them in the oven, I try a little taste
I feel sick, and my stomach begins to cramp and ache
I ***** all over the floor and look at all the waste
instead of cookies, next time I should make a cake
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
Some nights you
were the moon.
Sailing through waves of milk
Before disappearing
into the vulnerability
Of what we keep on the inside.
It's no wonder why cookies
Are so popular.
The outer edge
drenched in saliva,
Curiously protecting
what's kept Precious.
A slight pause before everything
Is mushed & swallowed.
Some nights you were the moon.
Drenched in white fudge
Swirling in a universe all of your own.
Some nights you were the universe
Itself
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC
I tap my notes with the tip of my black pen
Before I dare to look... then I look again.
I endure for another ten,
**** I just can't resist
And another cookie ceases to exist.
Hey, at least now it can't disrupt my zen!
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
The warm cookies I now liked cold.
The little gnome still kept me warm.
But still, hugs make me feel at home.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC