Unsaid Thoughts

 There Were None. By: Carmen Cooper    How can I say this. I don't think I can.  I secretly lust after you. I think you know. It is that obvious. I need shut up and keep my truths to myself because if I keep outing my secrets soon there will be none.  

There Was A Time By: Carmen Cooper I am beginning to think that happy endings are a myth.  Writers are liars.  So I think that makes me a liar too. But the problem is sometimes I tell the truth, and when I do I lie to myself.  I tell myself it is just poetry, just a novel, a short story it has nothing to do with you. I can lay out all my lies on the paper. All my doubts on the hand made parchment. But I am a liar. So even when I do that, even the little small bits of pieces stick to me like glue. It only peels off a little. But the mess I made, the majority of the glue stains and acrylic paint won't wash off. I dip my hands in soapy water with moisturizing lotion because if I don't use the moisturizer my hands will dry out. And that wouldn't be too comfortable. But I haven't felt comfortable in such a long time. It has been such a long time. I saw you, what you think. Is that all? Because maybe you are right. That is all I am...

 When I Forget How It Began, But Remember How It Ends By: Carmen Cooper Stop it. Just stop. I am so tired of nonsense. All the lies. How you might be unsure, How you can't seem to remember, Like how you blame me, Like that time when, Let it go. Stop it. Remember when.. There was no problems, How things got better for awhile, How darkness was taking over, How the endorphins eased and slid down from the brain, To the toes, To our noses, Our fingers, Our hands, Stomachs, Hearts. This has longed on so long that I forgot. I am forgetting. I am bitter and sore. My muscles will not move, the bruises, and scars on my arms. I try to stretch every morning, but I am exhausted.  I have this thing that makes me happy when I think of it. Of him. Of fun. Of friends. Hugs and kisses. The holidays that I miss. These things that make my face hurt because I can't stop laughing, smiling and Breathing. But you make me wanna stop breathing. I hide the all. I ...

 You Seem To Be In The Closet, But Why Might I Ask? (I Need Answers) By: Carmen Cooper What is it? What do you think i am capable of? Me, of all people? Do you not trust? I do trust you. (but I don't know why I do.) I look at you like I couldn't have done better.  Well, I guess I am lying.  I can always can do better. I think I am just content with having you. You know keeping what I have; started.  I am not the person to give up easily; although I get frustrated or tend to feel uncomfortable when I cannot have things go right.  So I write. Letting it all go because then it feels better and I can then work once again. I have this problem you see. You can only see when you are looking, wanting to know.  I love and hate it all at the same time. I shouldn't be doing that, correction, I shouldn't think about it at all. But I think it has become an addiction.  I think it is a different high. I will admit I keep ...

This is Wonderland By: Carmen Cooper I am Alice, this here is my story For I like danger but you need not worry I fell         down                   a black hole of fantasy It pulled me into the darkness like gravity Curiosity took my soul                                                                                                away I sold it to be free at night and day ...