Cole Dorothy | RedBubble

My name is Cole, and I am eighteen years old.
If you think my poetry is just about something or someone, it’s probably not.
I’m crazy and in love, but isn’t everyone?

Age: 18
Joined: October 2009

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the lover after you

why is it that i cannot dress another up the same as you, so as to love him? / freckle and hair of …

in which spring awakening makes me frustrated.

i reek of sex / your memory is oozing from my skin / perhaps the world can feel me radiate your sce…

thoughts from a psychiatric ward

my heart can’t possibly break when it wasn’t even whole to start with / hopeless. worth…

oh my wow.

how long have we been living / in our small silhouettes / like puzzle pieces of darkness / swallowi…

realist

More dangerous than an optimist / or a pessimist / is a realist / especially one possessing a way w…

how to fight loneliness

I’m so hollow and tired / of endless nights without sleep / of dull colours in a kaleidoscope witho…

beautiful disaster

Maybe we were a work of fiction, watched through the rosiest of coloured glasses. A bottle of poiso…

while you were sleeping

once upon a time, we turned out this way / a tangle of everything we always thought we wouldn’…

goodbye love, hello disease

Nothing exists. Nothing is real. Paranoia. Dissociation. Derealization. / Depersonalisation. Reali…

the way my fairytale goes

Soft whispers of silence / Your warm body / curved into mine / like a comma in the dark / The stick…

walking home

walking home / soundtrack / is the only thing pushing me forward / when each step feels like / a sc…

paraphrase

Love / is the word keeping us alive / Just love me lightly / Love me less / just hold me slightly /…

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