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Cori G

PO# 638842
United States
United States
Pen and paper has always been my best friend
April 9, 2019
 

We go through life in and out of relationships. Falling in "Love" with someone, only to "Love" another shortly after! Our mind's make us believe Lust is Love. Every relationship will be different, Some better and some worse. I think from the time we're born our hearts start searching for that Special Someone! Our "Soulmate" we get so wrapped up in the seek an find that we end up making good people feel bad because we couldn't forse them to be what we needed for ourselves. Leaving everyone with nothing but heartache. I would laugh when I would hear someone say "It was love at first sight".. How the fuck do you Love someone you don't know??  "Love at first sight?" See I always focused on the la...

STRONGER TOGETHER
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March 21, 2019
 

Why I write...
For companionship.
For love.
For anger.
For happiness.
For fear.

I remember being eight years old an the only thing I wanted was a diary. But not just any diary! I wanted one with the lock and key. I was always embarrassed like I would have been made fun of for keeping a diary! But most of all I was scared!!! Scared of what people would think if they were to read some of the things I'd write. We moved so much it got to the point I wouldn't unpack the few trash bags I had of clothes because I knew once I got comfortable it'd be time to go again. I have always had anxiety so making friends was something I wasn't really interested in doing. For years a pen an paper was my only fr...

ORIGINAL
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March 15, 2019
 

Sometimes the circles under her eyes glow.
But they are something her face will always show.
Pain is something that has been embedded in her soul.
Piece by piece her beauty they stole.
The beatings she took, you will never know, because she swore if she survived she'd never tell a soul.
The things she went through would have killed most, I swear I know.
Locking herself in the bathroom she would sit thinking she was alone.
I sat on the other side of the door praying this time she would let go.
Hours felt like days....
Years.... She lived life this way.
I'd catch a glimpse of her through the keyhole,
She took so much....
I thought blue was a skin tone.
Every excuse...
I heard at least twice...

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 11, 2019
 

Pain is all he knows.
He trys his best to keep it inside.
He is a man now,
So pain is something he mush hide.
He keeps it buried deep inside!!
But feeling's...
Feelings are hard for anyone to disguise.
So this pain it starts to eat him alive!
He grasps his anger,
While sitting in the the dark,
And he holds them tight to his chest.
So many nights he lie alone.
Wondering,
Asking,
Praying,
Questioning???
Could this pain be a test?
Or do you hate me just like the rest?
His heart is filled with Gold.
But pain has turned him cold.
It has changed him. 
Changed into something he never meant to be. 
It has transformed him. 
He's now a person he no longer recognize. 
The saddest thing,
He doesn't kno...

LIGHT YEARS AWAY
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March 11, 2019
 

Nicole,
You already know You've won!! Hand in hand I let you take the control. Now look at us, cold, lonely, lying in a hole. Why is it you couldn't let go? The pain of addiction is real, but this my sweet girl you couldn't stand Toe to Toe. You're babies you didn't watch grow, they miss you. But now you will never know. You're mother, you stole her soul! Slowly but surely, life flowed right through you like the blood that flowed through your veins. Life you hated so you treated it like a game. You'd give anything If life had features like a Nintendo. For a while you're babies will come to morne the mother they really didn't know! Can youv hear them?? They cry for you, praying you can hear ...

ISHAAN ADITYA
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March 11, 2019
 

With her head held down,
She doesn't know who she is anymore.
She can't figure out what her life is for.
Always searching....
Her reflection has become a sight she can't stand anymore.
Only time she feels at home is when she's lying sick on a stranger's floor.
Screaming and crying....
"God, I can't find the good door."
So sure sex is what she was born for,
She uses her body once more.
Why should she care?
Her own dad treats her like a whore.
Someone please tell her she's worth more.
Plotting and scheming has become something she lives for.
She feels everyone hates her and don't want her around anymore.
Some say she's sour,
She'll never be nothing more,
Fuck....
She's rotten to the core.
But l...

POKA DOT PORTRAIT
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February 23, 2019
 

Everything is insane,
Until I'm with you.
But let's be honest...
Three nights just won't do.
The first,
Always the best.
Spent making passionate
/Mad love with you.
The second,
Always crying with you.
The third,
Sleeping,
Angry,
In the same bed as you!
An the
Fourth,
Fifth,
An sixth night,
My heart is left breaking,
Because I want to wake up EVERY MORNING WITH YOU!
The seventh night,
I'm confused /
Satisfied,
Because....
I start the week over with you!!

WHITE CLOCK
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January 10, 2019
 

So Let me ask you this...??!!
Could love turning into hate be someone's
fate?
Or does that only happen by mistake?
Is reality fake?
Because the longer we wait....
Time seems to change everything
An hurt emotions seem to slip away
Time.....
That seems to be the only thing that we're guaranteed!
We try to live so fast,
We end up getting addicted to Speed!
Rush to the car because we're late,
Run here go there,
Mad because someone else caused us to be a minute late!
Time seems to be fate!
Like were all rushing,
We as humans need to know....
What's going to happen?
When it's going to happen?
An how it's going to happen??!!!!
Could"Death" be our only Fate?!?
I'm not where I planned to be,
But ...

DARK NIGHT
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