CodyAlan209

24th April 2012

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Within My Skin

Where did I go wrong? With ink spills and oiled canvas I thought I had painted a picture that was perfect. But now I’m settling for less, throwing myself in the arms of anything that will believe in me - or at least give in to their insecurities and follow me. You’re the king of deception, top notch individual imperfection. I’m gasping for air walking down these Senior stairs wondering if I’ll wear and if so who will be there. To catch me when I fall or have I lost it all. I need a hero. I thought I could be one for saving but I’ve been dying inside lately. The truth is, no one wants to listen to hurt. Everyone wants crude comments of disrespect to cover up their fears of being uncovered then left in tears. I know I’m not the only one of this unkind, broken nature, but this generation has such a failure for when it comes to loving. I want to love. Sing bold songs to a girl because the truth is, she’s beautiful. She sets her standards high, and I’m not going to lie, she’d be setltling if she fell for this guy. I am despised. Not for who I am but for who I’ve built myself up to be. There is a lover inside of me who is screaming for her attention, but the words are too quiet so her eyes will never listen and I’ll be a castaway in this sea of who am I supposed to be. Still gasping for air, who should I be?

Four hundred forty-eight years ago a man was born who lived his breath in life. He wrote stories that wouldn’t sell but he never told a lie. He wrote for what he believed in and never choked up. Stories of death but some ended in love. I’d rather be a star crossed lover and die next to beauty than to live my life senseless, and never pursuing. That which is inside me has given me boldness to stare, and I’m confident I won’t rust, there’s a Juliet out there. She stands at attention only to listen to the whispers that the God she believes in gives to her, I believe if I listen in closely I too would hear those whispers.

I’m tired of writing poems that people like but don’t change lives. So let me tell you my story and how I’ve chosen to live my life.

Eighteen years have wrapped me in their arms, holding me close, always keeping me from death’s harms. I’ve poured my heart out truthfully to few, but now I want to grab someone by the shoulders and scream “I love you.” God has blessed you, with the beauty of a thousand angels. Your fire burns your crimson cheeks into beauty which leads to my eyes, opened, now I see.

I can’t write another word due to walls of fear which have made me fragile. I’m just a vessel poring out everything hoping to succeed this long while. It’s a life long sentence of journeys which I must progress through.

To my one day lover:

I’m here. Standing and waiting. I know you’re probably anticipating meeting the man of your dreams and although I may not be what you would’ve liked to have seen I’ll mend your loose seams and help you spread your wings. I long to see you fly, to make you the highlight of my life. I will love you relentlessly without end, the world can break me at the knees but they’ll never break in. To my heart where I’ve kept a space only for you. Walking through grass valleys and sailing on oceans blue. I can already say I love you, even though I’m not sure if I’ve met you. I long for you. To show this world that love is still true. When times get hard well make it through. Planting forests that spread acres into jungles, running free with love in bundles. I wish I could meet you, how badly I long to see you.

23rd April 2012

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Heart Full of Romance

This is where our story starts,
A boy sees a girl and he pours out his heart.
He wants to love again and change his ways,
He wants to give his all for the sake of her name.

You see, he’s travelled far and wide,
Even given love one all out try.
But misconception and eager deception made him lose it all,
His love was lost but he’s ready to let his past fall.

He wants to get up on his feet again, show this world he can fly.
But the truth is he wants to impress a girl, and that’s not a lie.

I might be pressing and lacking the impressing but you’ve impressed imprints on me and you’ve left my heart pounding.
I go to sleep at night begging God for one more day and one more chance to show that I have a heart that’s full of romance.

Someone may have loved you before, and they may not have stopped, but that’s not stopping me from showing you all that I’ve got. Ive found something in my heart that feels like caring and I feel like sharing the stories that course through my veins with you and making our own perfect stains.

So give me one moment so I can show that I’m genuine and real and that I can be the fuel for this rocket ship movie reel that will guide us to the stars where well bury our hearts and see fears fall apart.

Youll look back on this moment and know that I showd that everything was as simple as it needed to be.

Sweet girl, you will see my creativity spark higher than its ever been before. My feet have never left the ground before but I swear when Im with you I start to soar. So let’s leave the score and show each other that love is something worth fighting for.

Memories are worth dying for and hands are worth reaching for. So as our hands are connected and fingers inspected ill prove myself true.

These words are for you, theyre all I know how to do. Simplistic and true, words are memories we value.

23rd April 2012

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//AFriendWorthKeeping

Here we are standing at the edge of this shore,
Eighteen years took so long and now were tattered boards.
Having sailed these seas hoping to find destiny,
We’ve built countless memories but jumped ship wrecklessly.

We have all encountered a mirror once or twice,
Little did we know that our own reflection would soon be spliced -
Down two seams we’ve found ourselfs needing more,
Than just air, we’ve dried out our pores.

Running full sprint towards the winds ahead,
We breakthrough regret hoping to leave tread.
For others, so that they can make it too,
We plant our feet across the finish line to say our adieus.

But I will never say goodbye to a friend worth keeping,
If it wasn’t for your time and open mind my heart wouldn’t be pounding.
I’d be lost and out of breathe wondering who I was,
Sipping on any substance, defined by disgust.

Cause you have been there when words were all I needed to say,
In the high lit sky and in the bend of a day.
So these are the words that I give to you,
Hoping to gain a little insight on what makes us new.

20th April 2012

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//iWillReelYouIn

Ladies and gentlemen please enter in.
Find your seats, say your welcomes and allow the service to begin.

Today we commemorate a life well lived. He was 18 years old and had a whole lot to give. If only he wouldn’t have given way so soon, he would have reached the stars and maybe even the moon. However, his cause was noble and we can trust with tears that he didn’t leave us empty handed, he gave cure to our fears.

Winter hit hard and he was jaded, lapsing into comatose his heart became unrated. He invested everything he had into his first shot, hoping it would get him far but he lost. Control of his dreams was no longer in his scenes, he was weak to the core and tearing at the seams. He loved so heavy and was dropped so fragile. Did he choose to leave us? Or was he pushed to dismantle?

Today we bow our heads in a moment of silence for a man who was daring enough to love again. He threw out a cast hoping to reel someone genuine in. He died, knowing that the only way to be brought back to life was to be loved like no one has loved him before, to hold hands with destiny and know that theres more love in store.

I may not know you that well but that’s okay, cause I barely know myself anymore, learning something new every day. There is something about the etch in your pores that makes my mind ripple and chemicals pour. I feel some unnatural connection, and it’s probably just me, or maybe at night in your dreams it’s me you see.

Experience this world from my corpse point of view. Ive died from old love and have awakened into something new. They’ll tell stories about the things we do, every walk and star, the galaxies we’ll travel to.

Take my hand, it begs for course. It’s senseless, nonetheless, it’s still yours. Let mere words be enough, watch our kisses touch, as two kids running into the brush. 

Let there be a sense of adventure, keep our hearts close and listen to the whispers. They get you the farthest in this round, they’ll leave you dreaming at night, with the loved one you’ve found.

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