#gingerbread
I don't know who you are,
Where you are,
What you're doing;
All I know is that
I don't know a thing about you
Yet the thought of you
Destroys me
Every single day;
Tearing at my ribcage, my
Lungs, poking holes in
My skin even though
There'd be nothing to see on
The inside except the
Dust and the way you've
Ruined me.
I paint over the walls
Even as the house crumbles
As others attack, cornering
Others with passion or
Burning plaster with
Laser-hot gazes,
Watchin from afar.
They say love's a fire
But even in its absence
My head burns
Like I've been shoved
Into the witch's oven
Without getting to appreciate
The gingerbread house.
Everyone else's breath
Smells of sugar and spice
And all things nice
Teeth rotting from the sweet
Nothings they tell me about
Their beloveds.
The time will tell adage
Repeats itself to me
Over and over. Sophia Vergara
Said that love's right
Around the corner
But I've been walking
Straight for far too long.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
_You ask of which I am most afeart, the rumbling tumblings of the troll beneath the bridge or the tinkering favours of an eccentric fairy godmother. Alas, it is the marzipan crumbs of inspiration leading me down the brambled garden path which most unsettle me; the ink that does not write; the unpainted page with not a gingerbread house...in sight._
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
i want a love
so old-school that it makes me cringe
the kind of love
that everyone is jealous of
because of how good we fit
a love full of
love letters
music mixes
and silly dates
a love that smells like
the foggy autumn mornings
crowded coffee shops
and gingerbread in the cold city
i want a love
so pure
and true
full of joy
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
she tastes like cinnamon gum
i want to inhale her smell
honey,
you are sweeter than before
she smells like cherry pie
her sharp breath
against my red
lipstick
her green eyes
like gumdrops
on a hot summer day
she is my gingerbread
fantasy
warm to my touch
(b.d.s.)
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Evil old witch,
Evil old witch,
I see you bad ugly evil old witch.
You tried to shove me in that evil old oven of yours but I was much to quick, you fat ugly evil old witch.
You tried to feed me frosting and treats but I spat them all back out at you, toot sweet.
I hate you, I hate you!
I scream at that evil old witch, I hope your house goes stale soon, you fat evil ugly old witch!
I hope you get entombed within that ugly old house of treats.
Your a evil old witch,
Your a evil old witch,
I hope the forest trees fall on top of you and your crumy gingerbread house too.
I'll be back,
I'll be back,
Then we will see who pushes who! You fat ugly evil old witch I really hate you!
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
The town of Bakewell is under siege, gingerbread men are running free.
The bakers scream. Oh please, oh please save us our brave king, but the brave king is at a loss, for no one in the court has a thought.
When in the back of the court a small voice did say, I will save the town my way.
My boy, my boy what will you do. I will eat my way through, I love gingerbread and so do you.
The gingerbread men screamed and yelled, oh please, oh please don't eat us our brave king.
But it was too late, the boy and king had gobbled their fill! Oh my brave boy you have saved Bakewell!
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
I envy him a lot
Just look at his eyes
Burning with so much passion
Then look at mine
Just some black beady eyes
Just look at his smile
Filled with determination
Then look at mine
Just a crooked half assed smile
Just look at how he moves
It flows with so much eagerness
Then look at mine
Just a lazy *** that tries hard
I envy him a lot
How can he be like that?
Why can't I be like that?
Just look at him as a person
And you'll feel a different sensation
Then look at me and you'll see
Just a half baked gingerbread man.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC