Poetry

[cdhicks99]

Pain

Why do I have this pain within

Bleeding inside, cut with sin

Why do I cry myself to sleep

The cost of life is much too steep

Why do I hang my head down low

Maybe so this pain will not show

Why do I cut myself at night

To let these demons have some light

Why do these thoughts go through my head

Will anyone miss me when I'm dead

 

CDH

Edited September 8, 2006 by cdhicks99

[cdhicks99]

While the midnight looms both gray and dark

The eyes in the shadows move round the park

With death on their mind and no fear in their heart

Instinct takes over, they know when to start

Blood runs like ice, they can see it so clear

The man whom they seek, not three feet from here

They move in for the kill, but stay out of sight

The man won't be found until after first light

 

CDH

Edited September 8, 2006 by cdhicks99

[Slick]

nice. i wrote a whole book of stuff (printed it n all) of stuff i've written.....

[cdhicks99]

I can do this all day, it actually gets good if I put more time and emotion into it.

I just typed those outta pure boredom.

[Slick]

I can do this all day, it actually gets good if I put more time and emotion into it.

I just typed those outta pure boredom.

i can only write when i'm really feelin it..... i wrote a lot after my mom died...... here's one of em....

 

If hell is where the heart is,

Then here I'll make my home,

For 8 long weeks now,

Hell's all I really know.

 

I go to sleep each night,

And pray I do not wake,

For God to grant me one last wish,

The wish my soul he take.

 

But each and every day,

I find I reawake,

My wish to God denied,

My soul he does not take.

 

Why must life be so cruel,

My death wish be denied,

Life is still worth living,

Who said that must have lied.

 

So here I am,

All alone,

Without my Mom,

Hell is my home.

 

 

and another......

 

It’s been 2 years

and you’re really gone

I can’t believe

it’s been this long

 

The sleepless nights

the days of sadness

the nights of drinking

and drunken madness

 

I can not find peace

but you try to calm me

you touch me with your love

and help to make me see

 

That you’re not really gone

I am just not able to see

you’re beautiful face

smiling back at me

 

The scars run so deep

the pain still so real

when I see you there

I think of your ordeal

 

To know you were alone

it kills me inside

I try to erase the thoughts

with nowhere for me to hide

 

I will feel your loss

until the day I die

when we can be together

and in heaven we can fly.

 

Love and miss you more than ever Mom!

 

Slick June 1, 2005

 

 

and with that. i need to go find my kleenex tyvm......

[vengeful]

:sniff:

 

Those were beautiful Slick...

[Slick]

:sniff:

 

Those were beautiful Slick...

ty. here's a couple of my faves.....

 

Path of Life

 

Life is but a path

we follow to the last

then there is no future

just memories of the past

 

Does this path really end

or do we really know

or do we just cross over

and our spirits are let go

 

Does death mean the end

or just a new release

where our bodies lay to rest

and our spirits are set free

 

I for one believe

there is life after death

for when we pass away

is that really our last breath

 

or is the body just a ship

we sail on to get through

and when the ship retires

we sail on nothing new

 

 

 

Spirit

 

She lost her life so early

so many good years to go

if I could have foreseen this tragedy

I would have not believed it so

 

For life is but a time

we spend here on this earth

we are born and then we die

our spirit is our rebirth

 

For is life truly over

or do we just move on

just our physical being

is the only thing that is gone

 

For spirit is not physical

it is something we possess

and I for one believe

in death it’s nothing less

 

for I have felt your spirit

both awake and in my sleep

if that is all I have now

then your spirit I will keep

 

 

 

So Much Left

 

Your life was cut so short

so much left to achieve

how could God dare to take you

how could he let you leave

 

I know you were not finished

with your life and all your dreams

but God so chose to take you

it’s cruel to me it seems

 

So much you had to finish

so much left to complete

your life cut short so quickly

like control, click, alt, delete

 

I can not even fathom

your thoughts in your last breath

as God was calling your name

as angels took you to your death

 

For you have been an angel

during your life here on earth

and I could never explain Mom

how much I think you’re worth

 

Slick 2004

i am sorry for post jacking.....

[Slick]

ok. i figured enuff of the tear jerkers.. so here's my ode to farts..

 

Farts

 

Farts are good

dry or wet

but fart today

I haven’t yet

 

Oh fart please come

my tummy now hurts

I don’t mind big ones

or small sharp spurts

 

Farts when they come

feel so great

loud or silent

long as I don’t have to wait

 

Silent but deadly

or loud and strong

short wet ones

better still if they’re long

 

My ode to farts

however they be

I could not live

‘cuz farts are for me

 

Slick 8/20/04

[88pathoffroad]

lol, Slick

 

Good writing, Cory. I've had a few pieces published in anthologies, but I don't own any of them. They cost too damn much after printing.

 

Substation of the Mind

 

Burning twisted infall of hate

it feeds an appetite I’ll never sate

The push, the feel, the power point

within me a place I’ll never anoint

Sever the ties to time and space

find for myself an existential place

a plane among ideas profane

locked in a box the size of my brain

Seized by shadows, smashed by light

my spent soul shrunken by the fight

Life gains nothing from its pains

the mind unwilling: the body refrains

senses contract, not willing to expand

feeling only that the end is at hand

I see images standing both far and near

No more heroes, just someone to fear.

[cdhicks99]

88 you are one deep guy.

[Slick]

88 you are one deep guy.

i heard the hell outta that.......

[jj big shoe]

What will you do when I

See you again?

Will you be the girl I knew before

Or the woman I now know?

 

Will you act as if it wasn’t real?

As if it were a dream?

It was all so real to me.

In fact, it was a dream.

 

What will you say when I

See you again?

Will you turn away in silence?

Or will the words just flow?

 

Will you say it didn’t matter,

It doesn’t mean a thing?

The meaning was, to me,

Almost everything.

 

What should I do when I

See you again?

Can I act like I could yesterday

Or should I not stand so close?

 

Should I not be so familiar?

Not be so undisguised?

Or would that be more suspect

To all the watchful eyes?

 

What should I say when I

See you again?

Should I tell you what you want to hear

Or do you want the truth?

 

Should I whisper my thoughts to you

Or pretend we never met?

And if you won’t remember,

I cannot forget.

 

I can smell you

When I breathe,

See you

When I sleep,

I will never forget.

Never.

 

I can hold you

In my mind,

Touch you

In my thoughts,

I will never forget.

Never.