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CoreyK
CoreyK
Illinois A lover of film, music, poetry, and all things from the odd spectrum.
Dreary sky Gloomy view Worry sinks in And settles without consent Powerless to fight Tired and worn Hoping for a better light Wanting for a change of view
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Today
The snow gently falls outside Picturesque as we open our eyes to start the day The cold sneaks in to the room But you manage to keep me warm So quiet, and so serene Your "I love you's" are my soundtrack There's no need to get out of bed yet Let us stay for another minute
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
Stay
Where did those lovely strings go They disappeared and I want them back The strings that made country so beautiful Those strings that instilled what was real The deep sound of that big bass The furious squeals of a fiddle on fire Where did those lovely strings go They disappeared and I want them back
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
Those Strings
You look so **** good Wearing only my flannel Driving me so wild
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Flannel
I'm a simple man A country boy north of the Mason Dixon I don't look for much There's only the little things I that I yearn Like the love of a good woman and a smooth whiskey Maybe a reliable old truck and some folks that would miss me I'm comfortable anywhere I go From the corn fields of Illinois, to the mountains of Tennessee I travel light, some blue jeans and some shirts Perhaps with a few bucks for a little fun I listen to some old country every day Like No Show, Hank and Mr. Conway I'm cut from old school cloth Just like my folks before me Yeah, I'm not fancy I just am who I am A lover and a fighter A son, brother, uncle, and lover
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Country
You've set my skin ablaze A fever that I cannot shake This fever has no cure Nor would I want a cure Again and again I feel this heat From my head, all the way down to my toes This fire comes from within And you are the one who lit the match
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Fever
Love is not supposed to be hard Love is not what the skeptics say Love is laughter Love is caring Love is true Love is fun Love is learning to to share your soul with someone special Love makes your heart beat to the drum of your special someone Love is dreaming of that special someone when you're away Love is feeling the utter warmth of happiness of being with that one and only That's what love is.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
What Love Is
I can still taste you White hot linger on my lips Tattooed on my tongue
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Taste
My heart had become stone Like a victim of Medusa's stare Cold, hard and lacking of any love I thought it'd be trapped for an eternity or two But along came a shy girl Such a surprise to me I wondered what her intentions were Curious, and slightly stricken This girl knew what she wanted She began to chip away at this encased part of me Every day, a little more would come off So diligent, she worked with a sense of determination I showed her there was more to this That there was something under it all Even though she could of walked away What she did was stay Even when the rocky slab seemed like it couldn't break She still pressed on, undeterred Until one day, it finally happened What was nothing but stone, now resembled a heart And for her hard work My heart was hers And once again to my surprise Her heart became mine Such luck and such beauty out what I never thought could be
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
A Heart
I'm not a manufactured cowboy Don't you dare call me one I'm just a simple man A tattooed hellbilly from a small Illinois town I know of loss, sorrow and woe And I don't give a **** about tailgates or daisy dukes Too many folks talk too much Throwing words around, saying they're outlaws You ain't no outlaw and that is plain as day There's many dues that you haven't paid Country radio all sounds the same Not one true, blue word in anything they say When did so many people lose their soul Become cookie cutter, and not care anymore I miss the sound of real guitars and fiddles being played Not interested in the trash that's get peddled these days I'm not turning coat, not softening my stance I'm a real **** hellbilly, and real **** proud
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Hellbilly