corbin-michael
American
I am a musician, and a chef in training. I stepped away from the kitchen to chase my dreams of sharing my emotions through music with others, and recently I met a woman, the woman my first posted piece is about. Who struck me on such a deep emotional level that which I have never experienced. I stopped writing altogether in highschool, with the exception of music, but I began writing her poetry, and she encouraged me to share that ability on here, as she too is a member. I believe I will forever be in debt to this woman, and she will never truly know how much she means to me, even if i spent a lifetime writing for her.
Like a shark, I swim.
Honing in on a minuscule drop of blood
In an ocean of millions of gallons
The water pushing against my skin
The friction, ever increasing.
The muscle tires, but the drive grows
For this drop of blood, will I press on against the tides?
Without cease.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
She had eyes like caverns
The crystalline water flowing endlessly through
They were the gateway to her past, to her loves lost, and her regrets abound.
"I'm a strong female"
She said
"I can take care of my self"
She screamed, just wishing she could believe it, knowing deep inside she was only hurting herself.
The demons she hides, Clawing their way out, scratching at her
"LET ME OUT!" they scream, only so that she can hear
Never showing anyone her inner most depths.
Never showing vulnerability
For fear she would be cast aside, like a stone blemished and broken.
But I see you, I see your demons, and I see your fears, I see the darkness you hide so well
And I am here to tell you that youre beautiful, if no one else will.
There is so much more to you than you know,
More than you will ever know
Nothing you say will ever change that
Nothing you do, will ever alter that
Because I see you, For who you are.
Your life sprawled unto a sheet of parchment
This isnt your life!
This is what you want to believe is your life
What makes you, Who you are, is the darkness that resides inside of you
It is the fear
The Hate
The Pain
And the Emptiness you feel.
We ALL feel these things
We ALL experience, these emotions, but it is My place, to tell you that I think you're the most lovely entity I have ever witnessed.
"Too much?" you ask.
It is never too much, nothing is ever too much.
The things you fear, are too much, are the things that draw me closer, like a shark closing in on a drop of blood.
These things, that you fear make you ugly, or freakish, I think are what makes you a goddess, amongst average peasants.
I long, for this darkness
I long, for these demons.
Because you are not a monster, you are an angel, in mortal being
Because only in you, does the necessary knowledge, and empathy reside, to understand the broken man inside of me.
Dont you ever forget, that youre walking this earth because you belong here, to counter-balance the atrocity that resides in me.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
I will never truly see, how you could sit and watch
As they grew without you or your presence
You knew they needed a statue to grow
Like ivy climbing a wall
Yet instead, you buried your head in the alcohol
No one forced your hand
No one held a gun to your head
It was your choice, YOUR choice to sow the seeds of these vines
Yet you turned your back, and like a careless entity
let them grow, all alone with nothing to cling to but the crumbling walls of a downtrodden building
Built up by man
Strengthened, by his desire to create
Weakened, by his neglect, and the maltreatment of others
Why, Why would you sit by and watch, from a distance?
How could you stop caring?
These vines were yours, this ivy, YOU planted.
And like a child, you chose to throw them aside like they were nothing
Years go by, the vines have climbed their way up the wall, thick, and strong.
Surviving on their own, with the wall to support.
I guess, maybe you thought it was best?
Maybe, it was what was right, to let them grow on their own, to fight, and scratch, and claw their way up on their own.
They became stronger that way, relying on a broken surface to guide them.
So that they would not become like you.
The withered, hollow hull of a man, longing for a second chance, to tend to his ivy.
Maybe your chance isnt gone
Maybe, there is still time.
Not for the grown, Lush ivy that stands, but for the ivy they will one day themselves, sow.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
Amongst a sea of dark.
a glimmer of light presented.
like hope for the hopeless
a light for the lost
a vessel to contain a wandering soul
at arms length
yet ever so far off
just out of reach
for the time being this is life
but one day, the light stops trailing away
and allows itself to be caught
the soul that which so longed for purpose
floating through a sea of dark, alone
found the light, found its home.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC