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884 · Mar 2018
When Did Love...
Cory Williams Mar 2018
When did love become so violent?
When did people start to hold hands in fists?
When did amorous letters turn into 140 character snips?

Reactions were real; we stumbled through hoops together head over heels
And now we stumble through scrolls with eyes-
Irises as white as the background that bleeds into bloodshot sclera-
There is no vitreous humor here...we're melting.

When did Cupid start carrying a gun?
When did value turn face towards deprecation?
When did the olive branch come from a broken tree?
When did words become weapons of divinity?

The storm we hold is long and wide-
And the power of letting it go extends the hand of life;
Vulnerable, we most definitely are as the thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes - no place to hide...

When did you swing towards my lip to make it rain even more-
When that same lip could have been a cloud on your forehead
To clear the sky?

When did love become so violent?

30 Mar 18
479 · Apr 2018
Blood Pebble
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Cliffside sunsets in the North Pacific's eyes-
Glistening glass beaches are formed with bottles and rolling tides-
Comfortable coves house today the stranger of guests-
My still life humanoid soft shell pest-
With pockets full of rocks that I have collected-
Smooth, heavy, and colors inspected-

Man, whoever finds me here unexpected-
My face towards the sun and my red pools collected-
Will honor my wishes and let me keep what I've selected-
To mingle with pores, a sediment element for a sedentary stationary-

To let a part of me be a part of it-
Roll with the tides and spread where I sit-
Die and dye where salted breeze blows-
Making blood stone pebbles for traveling flows.
I'm a dead guy enjoying the sunset.
464 · May 2018
Viscous Moist Gurgle
Cory Williams May 2018
I live for that sound,
Between life and death,
Natural,
Forced,
And naturally forced by my hand,
Serrated steel extension of wild precision,
It says it needs a shower,
And I oblige.

Daddy takes care of his children;
I am firm.
Keep your nose to the grindstone,
Yet,
I am warm,
I'm grateful for your amenity,
Your love,
Your life in pools of red,
My children live through you,
Through your sacrifice they grow.

I...I know you understand,
As you make that sound,
Telling me "you are welcome",
Cradled in my loving arms,
I am humbled.
377 · Mar 2018
-The Castle On West 63rd-
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Three stories tall, and a city block wide
I created this castle with no place to hide
"The World's Fair Hotel", you might know it well
Located in Englewood, my own private Hell.

I hired and fired through its construction
To fully ensure only I knew its power of destruction.

Once it was built, I hired employees
Female and blonde, my favorites of playthings
Under conditions of insurance policies
Of which I would pay (but I was also the beneficiary)

Soundproof suites so sweet to my ears
With gas lines to asphyxiate you - Drowning in fears
Or my secret hanging chamber
And lime pits to change you from human to stranger

I took pride in stripping you to bone and sold you to medical schools, made professors seem fools, all of you dead and alive at my disposal

All in all, 200 was the proposal, I confessed to 27 and later to 2...my dying wish is that I could have done it to you.
345 · Mar 2018
Three Of Me
Cory Williams Mar 2018
I looked in the mirror today
And saw three of me
Who I was, who I am, and who I wanted to be

I brushed a stranger's hair and teeth
Until my brain started turning and realized
It
                               was
                                                             ­     me.

Who I was told who I am to be who I wanted to be
Without a reason or a plan and who I am is who I am
Until the seconds keep fleeting me

There isn't room in here for the three of me
Two visions showing one a life of who I'm supposed to be...
Did you see, do I see, will I see that I'm free to make the choices
That define my time?

My past is a mime etched in my image mimicking my future untold.
Will I be fine, or will I fold?

There isn't room in here for the three of me
Who I was, who I am, and who I wanted to be.
306 · Mar 2018
Good Mourning, My Sweetest
Cory Williams Mar 2018
It's been 14 days since we last kissed
I turned into ashes, my body is missed
The poisons inside we fought for years
Transfusions of blood while holding back tears

In my last hour, no memories evade
I remembered with you laying hot in the shade
A mid-summer's night as the sun starts to fade
We're falling asleep, our eyes a cascade

Awakened at two with droplets of dew
Eyelashes in bloom, pale light of the moon
You looked into mine and mine into yours
Two souls intertwined as the rain falls - it pours

Our lips, they collide with the fury of wars
The beaches of Normandy kneel down at our shores
A tear stains my tongue, I've felt this before
Two weeks I've been gone, yet still I want more

I wrote you a letter to last your lifetime
One every day - long as you are still mine
Delivered in essence to prove beyond death
That I'll wait here in Heaven with bated breath
304 · Mar 2018
Art; Weaponized
Cory Williams Mar 2018
The battlefield is a pasture, a desert, an Escher-esque catacomb of cosmic proportion...
It is a scribble, a stick body
With a hollow circle head...
It is a block of Earth, creating life with the dead.

Ink is the blood running; scattering non-uniformly
Across symmetrical horizons
And vertical skewed faces,
Asking for the emotion you're feeling.

A loaded glue gun fires
Building muscle and cartilage
Sealing wooden bones and providing the foundation
Of an artist born...
Hair of yarn
Marbled tooth and nail
Skin of clay.

I am a weapon...
A heart of paper folds and a mind untold
Written in BOLD.
A work about the creation inside all of us artists.
303 · Jun 2018
-I'll Grow Upside Down-
Cory Williams Jun 2018
As perfectly okay as it is to go with the flow,
I'll grow upside down,
Color outside the lines,
And explode like a mighty oak filled with paint,
Struck by lightning from the ground up.

Why do people always look to fix what is broken?
Stalled vehicles still rotate and tilt
On the Earth's axis,
Thousands of miles an hour,
And I still work,
Worthy of trips around the sun,
So please don't scrap me at the first sight
Of what you see as failure.

I'll grow upside down.
300 · Mar 2018
-Flowered Loch-
Cory Williams Mar 2018
O, to be in algae lined pond
Where grass is lush-
And o'er the puddles, I row betwixt
The worlds of lungs and gills.

No worry if my vessel were to spring a leak;
She floats uneasy like a lily pad that's had
Too much to drink;
And soon shall I too.

My sweetest lady loch, she is no monster-
She is kind to me with chilled embrace
As I wade below her feet.

If only my dreams could project
Her sweetest majesties divined;
She is good to the last drop-
Dining with perch, I smile
And wave good night.
289 · Mar 2018
Battle Cry
Cory Williams Mar 2018
What is your call to arms?
Are you the warrior waiting at the gate-
Ready and willing to fight the battle
You'll continue through Valhalla?

Or perhaps you are the kitten-
Looking up in wonder; curious-
So you claw your way up denim towers
And roar upon shoulders for milk?

Whatever your case, maybe lost in the crowd-
One without a face,
You feel all your work is gone in one bad day
Without a trace-

So you lie there in bed with the voices in your head
Screaming over and over again that you're wrong-
That you're just like the others who will never be strong-
Crooning your swan song, begging you to sing along...

You cry.
You fight.
You scream right back and tell them you are right-
You are unique and not with the throng-
Rise on up; the day is yours and long.
253 · Apr 2018
The Guilty Undertaker Sighs
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Preparing you for a final ride
I looked at you and then I sighed
Then laid us down side by side
To talk to you and ask you why
You had to die and ascend to the sky

While your blood descends below
What was once a life force
Now a gelatin flow
Traced to a direct blow
To the top of your skull
And now I'm to cover the hole in the hull

Your family gave you clothing so garish
And jewelry brash
To view you once more before you were gone in a flash
Paying your penance in a fight over cash.

Sir, I'll have you know that wherever you go,
You won't need to put on a show for the others that are
Six feet below...
So,
I'm taking a trophy rest assured for good use
To put in my pockets
I knew you wouldn't refuse.

A token of services rendered.
If you can't play, you gotta pay.
243 · Mar 2018
-Mark Of The Trident-
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Anchored forty leagues below
In a three sixty cascaded undertow
I heed the call of Poseidon
With this last ditch gasp mistaken for air
While wishing for gills
To appreciate your universal power

But alas,
I am buried in my folly amongst these titans,
Worshipped,
War shipped and wrecked,
A lifetime of love, education, hate, companionship
Reduced to ******* chum!

The kraken is not so cruel-
It's just doing its job,
To reclaim all that got lost
And paid his toll to leave.
242 · May 2018
-Moon Gardens-
Cory Williams May 2018
It is said that our sun is the force of life
But I disagree...our nightly counterpart is the usher;
The guide to our show with its soft glow light-

As I lay in the moon garden,
Four o' clocks at ten and Sonata 14
Swaying through a bamboo breeze,
I see with full clarity
The man I will run to in reflections off of the lakes in my eyes-

Salt of the Earth always within my grasp
Grounded by the weight of your gravity,
I long to come to you, you precious thing...

Rocket violators, child's play compared to my dreams,
When I float in the exosphere-
With open arms, like a white climbing rose-
A creeping phlox, my bleeding heart beats soundly.
236 · Mar 2018
-In this house, I am-
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Built of stone and fire
This is heat
Enough to ****
Enough to live
Alive and kicking
Pushing and pulling
Forming this temple
I forge and grow
Heart beats from the core
This is chilling
My soul exhumed
For all to see
Out of body
In my mind
I can never sleep
224 · Apr 2018
Let Temple Burn
Cory Williams Apr 2018
As if she were a soaked cedar plank
Floating through a sodium smoky sea,
Her body overpowers mine;
Moth into flame protected.

My smokescreen, silver tongue
Marching down her stairway to substance,
White offerings are what she brings;
Slipping into delusion.

The pressure to not disappoint boils,
Like blue blood oxidized,
That taste of copper shuts my mouth
And I am stricken with fear and wonder.

Let temple burn
My defenses fail
Systematic shutdown
Rome has fallen.
211 · Apr 2018
Flooded Bells Are Ringing
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Submerged heads in a country that's on house arrest-
One percent above the waters to tell us what's best-
But we can't hear you from down below-
We've adapted, grown gills to suit the downstream flow of ****.

The pressure is intense, but that's ok-
I'd rather be with ones like me who have no plans to stay-
Some of us are building a breathing apparatus-
To help us rise in social status-

Filtering out the noise and protecting from the raining acid Benjamins
That pollute your corrupted lungs-
Medieval, I know, but there is strength in numbers
Compiling low funds.

It adds up
We rise up
Flooded bells are ringing-
The things you can't hear are usually the loudest,
We're screaming
Like choirs underwater producing bubbles of promotion
That rise to the surface amidst the commotion.
209 · Mar 2018
-Alpha Beta Chi-
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Another
Body
Changed,
Dying
Entity
Failing
Growth,
Her
Insides
Jo­lt,
Killing
Lifelong
Memories,
No
Opening,
Peace
Quelled,
Rage
St­ifled,
Truth
Under
Veils.
Waiting...
Xerochilia...
Yahweh!
Zion!
Now I know my ABC's.
206 · Mar 2018
Sleep on the Floor
Cory Williams Mar 2018
You may call me a dreamer, in waves I crash
Into the crowd - Oceans of honey and wine our sweet escape.
Reveille reveries and moonlit parties for two,
Man-at-arms faded into you.

My muse, I amused by hearts lifted into flight,
High on blood, pressure popped by voices of sirens-
And as overjoyed as I am to carry you with wings,
I'd be just as content sleeping in awe of you at your feet.
192 · Mar 2018
I Hate Cake!
Cory Williams Mar 2018
A million tasty pastries and all the time to bake
Croissants, croquembouche and fruit atop a crepe
Eclair? I'm there.
Cannoli? Holy moly!
A big ol' slice of cherry pie? My, oh, my!
Throw in a dozen doughnuts, you're sure to drive me nuts
No ifs, ands, or buts...
But if you ever serve me a slice of chocolate cake
You best believe I'll never partake-
The thought of eating it alone just makes my heart ache!
Buttercream? What a dream!
Brownie batter bites? Up all night, I just might!
German streusel? There's no refusal.
Just don't do any cake on my birthday,
If you did, it'd just be the worst day
And I'd weep me to sleep because the hate of cake is so deep-
I'd love to see it in a heap...it just feels so cheap.





Seriously...
              **** cake.
190 · Mar 2018
Immigrant Crow
Cory Williams Mar 2018
I can fly wherever I please
Land on a boat and sail overseas
No need for a passport, it's etched in my wings
Forgot me the caged bird, the free bird it sings

Abandoned my crow's nest, no longer a ******
Goodbyes to my mother, love to me I have heard her
Now I forage for food, I love me them tourists
Who drop food in cans, taste is always the purest

In raven black nights where I excel
Soaring above cities' high rises from Hell
Up high in the clean air, no sulphourous smell
One day I'll reclaim when humans are fell
180 · Mar 2018
When You Shed Your Sorrow
Cory Williams Mar 2018
I always bet my joy on tomorrow
Sold myself on dreams that I will follow
Days and nights come and go
Starting high and ending low

Setting goals that I didn't know
All the tools with nothing to show
Passing fails and failed passes
I saw myself through rose colored glasses

Sat and wasted as the world kept turning
Everyone around me were bodies burning
I was weak and I didn't know
How to sew the seeds and let myself grow

I learned through pain to shed my sorrow
To look in the mirror and your eyes are hollow
You have a choice within that moment;
Light a spark, or let the darkness hold it

Choose the gift that keeps on giving
The one that changes day to day living
To be humble and not be broken
Lift up for tomorrow hoping

You wake up and keep recieving
The spirits fill and has all believing
That I'm not leaving;
I'm not giving in.
179 · May 2018
-You Ruined Coffee-
Cory Williams May 2018
Bitter...
Soil in the sun too long-
Digging up dust-
Whispering in the shade-
I've been roasting too long-

And I'm burnt out-
Sour taste upon your tongue-
I've grown cold-
Your sugar turned to salt-

Reheating isn't quite the same-
The sweetness softened-
Topped off with a new black-
That we all know fades into the same old ****.
169 · Apr 2018
No One Loves
Cory Williams Apr 2018
No one loves a warrior until the enemy is at the gates
A funeral procession of demolition
Where you cry for a savior through hails of bullets
When no one else loves you

No one loves the old until the experience comes into play
Brazen and bold with stories untold
Yet afraid to roam before guidance
When no one else will teach you

No one loves their life until life is worth the love
Dreams and subsequent mornings
Where you wake up determined and willing
When no one else will do it for you.

No one here loves no one
In secret sorrow and silent joy and lust
We all crave something more by someone else
When no one else is watching.
169 · Jul 2018
Take Me Along
Cory Williams Jul 2018
If you were to rise early in the morn'
And your hair matted down by dream filled pillow;
If the words you spoke first were a muffled good morning,
I hope you'll take me along.
If you were too tired the night before
To wash your face and brush your teeth;
If you were to gift me an oiled stale kiss,
I hope that we collide.
Please don't let me stop you
From your exquisite independent carriage,
But if you wanted to rest a while,
I hope I can carry you along.
If you thought of me as strong enough,
I could hardly fret,
When you share your dreams before memories evade,
Taking me along.
168 · Jun 2018
yeah, I know.
Cory Williams Jun 2018
I get it now.
I'm still learning, but I get it.
Your tough ****,
Your tough love,
When you said I don't give a ****
And dragged me through the mud,
I get it.
I don't know why you did it,
But I understand,
When you'd show me an iron fist one moment,
And then you'd hold my hand.
I'm not gonna do it to her,
But I get it.
I know where your demons dwell,
How you hide in the lion's den and cry,
Mistaken for roars to those who can't see you,
And I get it.
I'm sorry it happened,
And I understand,
It's what I know,
But I won't do it to her.
161 · May 2018
Stairway To Substance
Cory Williams May 2018
This curse
Enveloped like the ink I use to write this verse
All in my head
Whispers get loud in my dreams;
The words you have said

Let's get to the point
My head is all cloudy so I roll up this joint
Smoke 'til it's clear
Then have a few drinks
Crack open this beer

Where have you gone?
Did we fight, was I in the wrong?
I look in cracked mirrors and feel the shame
When you're dead in your eyes and have no one to blame

The screams, they are saints
Marching on into cerebral rooms
Carrying red paints;
Fresh coats of you to remind me why
Your life was the reason I was barely alive.
160 · May 2018
-I Could Give You Rain-
Cory Williams May 2018
I could forge you diamonds-
Under pressure of blood, I'm boiling-
Mined from butterflies inside-
And shaped from tears of fear and joy-

I could be your hero-
Triumph, your will to grow in bloom-
Save you from the end-
And give a new beginning; breathing life-

I could light your candle-
Even in your brazen wind-
Crawling towards love's torch in gravitas-
In veneratio veritas-

If you want to be my sorrow-
I could give you pain-
If your eyes are dark and shallow-
Let me take your shame-
If your heart's storm is brewing hollow-
I could give you rain.
152 · Apr 2018
Flowers Entombed
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Pretties for you to take-
Flowers entombed-
All of you no longer awake-
In a six by six room-

Roots buried in soil-
No longer move-
Your body, the foil-
Begins to remove-

Winter is starting to fade-
And your plot is a stew-
Your flowers have made-
The trip through the blue-

Spring brings the rain-
And visitors too-
Reliving our pain-
Flowers in bloom.
149 · Apr 2018
What Fresh Hell
Cory Williams Apr 2018
I woke up at home
But it wasn't my home
Dressed in pajamas that weren't my own
Smothered in a scent of powder, cheap cologne.

I can't seem to remember yesterday,
And my brain isn't mine, it feels miles away.

I speak some words in a language I cannot say,
I'm stray,
So I pray,
But all that is said fades
Into lines of grey.

Now that I think of it...
I think I thought,
I think of thoughts of mine,
I think...
Or am I drowning in this drink,
I thought?

Man, oh, man am I distraught,
What is this life that's not been taught,
This fresh Hell of which I've fought,
Is it for a purpose, or all for naught?

Good God, I'm laying in a burial plot!
...I thought.
Cory Williams May 2018
Daily breeze blows through the bedroom window
Parts through your lips across my neck
I smell your perfume upon your pillow
We say good morning and I love you
Then "coffee?" "Coffee."
The second thought that runs through our heads

I open shades, contracts our pupils
Heavily dilated from the night before
We sip and smile in our sunlight
Love, like a cartoon, so unreal
But relatable in every way

I'm the coyote, you're the runner
You stick around within my grasp
Then encouragingly pull away, forcing me to get better
So when I fall off that cliff
I fall in love all over again.

...daily breeze blows through the bedroom window
Parts through my lips and then runs cold
Your perfume has faded from your pillow
I lay alone and say I love you
The coffee, a memory now burnt and black

I'm the coyote, you're the runner
Who was snatched up by the wolves
So shocking and so sudden
I'll never fall again.
146 · Mar 2018
The Witch In The Well
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Beyond the sleep where tired eyes shut
And below the surface in pools, she treads.
An accident waiting, deaf and blind,
She shrieks in ways to wake the dead,
And I can hear her nails scrape through stone.

Hair wilted, black and matted
Whip on the walls like paying penance
For this horrible monster that I've created.
I cannot sleep through this panic,
And I can feel her rising.

She crawls like broken centipedes
Through twisted shards of glass,
Her eyes glazed and void, yet staring through my soul-
She hunts olfactory and can ******* beads of sweat.

That cursed well where she was laid in unrest
Will soon be home for my trembling skin and bone;
She will never leave me alone in sun or moon
And forever I feel her sorrow.
I wanted to create something supernatural of a creature, yet have some sort of relatability in regard to inner demons.
145 · Jul 2018
Memories In Yellow
Cory Williams Jul 2018
In this stained room I recall,
Happiness, tears, joy, sorrow,
Celebratory cigars hazing these walls,
And the nostalgic sunshine lasered through-
Flooding impulses into my eyes that contract my irises
Focused on white orchids riddled in aphids
Due to my daydreaming carelessness,
Her leaves and my skin dry and yellow-
Flaky, like that time mother baked that perfect peach pie
And I embedded crumbs in this carpet
Fallen from my voracious gaping mouth,
Held open again when here I gained the gift of fatherhood
And taken aback when my own passed on-
In this room I recall,
These walls of jaundice, there for me,
My punching bag and sliding back support
Painted in carbon dioxide and tar.
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Along the way we learn things too hard,
And we whisper out the way to stop our hearts,
We gather mountains of information that will tear us apart,
Like the sun hopelessly collecting shadows through glass towers.

We all fight day in and day out,
To pull the wool over our eyes,
Seeking warmth and comfort in a world so cold,
It's so strange to have a paper cocoon in a raging inferno.

Like Dante on his journey through Hell,
The deeper we go, the more it gets hazy,
Only until we hit rock bottom,
And the Devil gets his dues.
142 · Mar 2018
-The Daydreamer Of Wrath-
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Sprawling concrete cages, a floor painted cold-
Houses adolescent monsters feasting on weak hearts-
In my throat, mine holds.

Two sets of arms hold my set of one spread open,
I dream of eagles soaring free-
Those lucky *******-
Why, when God made me, my wings were to be broken?

A vision of red washes over as a third man barrels through-
Feet in a frenzy stop shuffling too as I picture a noose
Draining life out of you;
Drops of your essence a primordial stew.

He swung with a crash, my jaw shattering sound
A bleed, sonic speed, falls on to your boot-
I envisioned a future where you were no brute
And I turned the tides so you couldn't chew
Dressed you in rags, you beg "start anew!"

If only I could spit you a river
And send you afloat
On a boat made of paper
To watch you choke
On the words I spoke
-
My joy, you are broke.
A boy exacts mental revenge.
Cory Williams Apr 2018
She doesn't belong here buried in smoke-
Exhaled by men whose times have passed-
It fills the air with memories of the past
Mixed with a ***** blast of sorrow from the ones who always
Leave last.

Her slender serpentine legs sway to our jukebox
Holding 4 quarters, more than Penny thinks she's worth
And slides them inside while eyes begin to search...

A song begins to play, something I have never heard-
It's always Piano Man, some sad outlaw wailing, or a sappy
Love song...
This had a beat, a rhythm to take my heart out of sync.

I witness a silhouette through the Marlboro haze,
Swinging,
A spectre;
Is she coming to take me?

No...she looks so inviting, copper curls highlighting smoky cat eyes Peering southward to an hourglass figure defying the sands of time.

I can only watch and question if I'm dead though I'm alive as I sit
With my tumbler of wine unconventional, I know...
But maybe it's a sign of things to come,
A reminder of life reinventing,
Not done,
A Penny heads up for good luck.
141 · Apr 2018
Cleanliness In Correlation
Cory Williams Apr 2018
I can't think with dishes in the kitchen sink
***** floors, ***** head
So how do I find the time to write
When my pen is a sponge
And ink is soap tracing circles around the cereal bowl?

Flying on autopilot with Mr. Lazy
Never made the daring moves
That changed flight forever...

Clean your room.
Clear your mind.
The night of finishing spring cleaning is peak poetry season.
141 · Mar 2018
Sunday Driver Flunky
Cory Williams Mar 2018
You inept ****,
Sunday driver flunky,
******* snake seeking shelter in the mongoose's belly-
Because it's easier to bend over and take it
Instead of ******* back the r(e)aper.

You 9 to 5 yes-man,
"No, that suit doesn't make you look fat"
You say as you chew the cud;
Thank you for the spit,
And may I eat this bowl of your *******?
140 · Apr 2018
Drinks In The Dungeon
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Ha ha! How ironic is this conception?
A bottle, filled left in the oubliette that you and I fill!
Perhaps it's a cruel joke, or maybe compassion
To let us drown our sorrows in a doldrum like fashion.

Hell, my friend, it surely awaits, so let's take our swigs
And numb ourselves from our unmerciful fates.
You know, this situation as I drink gets funnier and funnier...
I'd bet right now, de' Medici herself stands above in the Louvre,
That crafty witch!

Would you like some more of this Cognac before the dungeon master
Comes back?
One more joie de vivre until the chemistry fades?
What does it matter if it isn't ours?
Our final hours will be forgotten, and between you and me,
This will start the after party early.

A votre sante!
To the nobodies!
Two men awaiting execution in the dungeon.
139 · Apr 2018
Leviathan Wall
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Calm in the eye
Fists of the storm
Thoughts swirl like oceans
Behind the Leviathan Wall

Tears of tsunamis
Crash upon the shore
Swallowed by the sands
Of the Leviathan Wall

Screams of the beast inside
Under pressure of the leagues below
Make pockets of choking air
Inside the Leviathan Wall

Dreamless sleep of nights
And awake dreaming of better days
Fires burning below
Strong is the Leviathan Wall

Seen from the stars
Built from hearts of stone
On the surface it fades and dies
My broken Leviathan Wall
139 · Mar 2018
The Trouble I Love
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Your beautiful mess,
Exquisite,
It drives me insane,
In powdered fragments like eyeshadow in the sink
That rides the corroding pipes to parts unknown.
Your mind is such a scatter,
Divine,
It throws me off the tracks,
How are you okay with our chaos-your sanctuary?
Sighs of relief and of frustration,
When you leave the milk out-
Because I know that although you'll never change,
You'll never let me spoil.
Disorganized bliss,
Everything in and out of place,
I wrack my brain held by scotch tape-
Picking up the pieces of pastry strewn about the land,
I know you're grateful and that's really all I need.
For my beautiful 4 year old daughter.
138 · Apr 2018
-Dogs of Hell-
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Hounds of Hell below
Howling at the Earth's core
As mutts and wolves do to the moon

Awaiting for their masters of lost souls
To feed them the flesh of the wicked for chow
And play tug of war with the arms and legs
Of those who on Earth never felt the sweat on their brow

Playing in the Devil's playground indeed
Those cerebral Cerebuses built like an unholy steed
Invisible on Terra, preying on the weak

Bowls of blood, they drink and drink
Carnal minds in a frenzy with no time to think

So lock your doors and line them in salt
In hopes that your barriers screech them to a halt
Be sure nothing's broken or you're in for death slow
And dragged to the depths to be a chew toy forever below.
137 · Apr 2018
Frantic
Cory Williams Apr 2018
You're
Walking
Alone.
Heart
Beats
Still,
Mind
Racing
Quickly.
The­re's
Nobody
Home.
135 · Apr 2018
Strange, the stranger
Cory Williams Apr 2018
You know me.
The masses you walk past daily
The one with the face, doing the things forgotten in seconds
As you carry on with your day.

You know me.
The homeless on the streets
The animals in retreat at the sound of footsteps
Pulsing, engaging anxiety in our brains
While we wait for the coast to clear.

You know us.
The friends that never formed
The ones who wanted to say hello but can't
For fear of reprimand, a societal curtain call
As the world keeps turning to a close.

We know you.
The one that's seen from the eyes of others
The person with a face, doing the things remembered forever
Forgetting about us
As you carry on with your day.

My, you're strange.
135 · Apr 2018
Black and Blues
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Woke up this morning, tripped tying my shoes
Looked in the mirror, feel them Black and Blues
Yeah woke up this morning, got me a mind full of bad news...
Looked out the window, world painted in them Black and Blues.

Got me a paper, got no eyes to read
Got me no paper, got all them mouths to feed
Can't win at all baby, yeah I was born to lose
Got weight on my shoulders, skin got them Black and Blues.

Wasting time baby, wasting time is all I do
Yeah I'm...wasting time baby, wasting time, that's all I do
Got no tomorrow
'Cuz today has those Black and Blues

My mama told me, she told me when the sun goes away
Yeah my mama told me, told me when the sun goes away
Look up at night to the moon
And see it reflect anyway.
Read at the pace and sound of a typical blues riff.
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Did you forget your roots
Uprooted and replanted time and time again
-
A new relationship
Watered and sprouting buds,
It takes two to make this tree grow
-
Love in bloom
-
Today, there was not rain enough to satiate my thirst
You're carving initials foreign into my bark
And it hurts me to my core
-
Can't you see my branches flail?
-
Our rings of age split like a log
By an axe man deforesting what was an amazon
Into a burning bush...

Uprooted by the winds of change
Times are gone and people are strange
Mix and match
We rearrange
Dreams aren't real when we come of age
-
Turn me into paper and turn the page
133 · Apr 2018
To Let You Go
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Reels of tape, they roll, playing pictures in the theatre of my mind...
Fantasies I created within the documentary in which you and I reside.
-
They played over and over, a decade of construction-
Credits roll for the millionth time in my sleep as I wish for Death's
Destruction.
-
-I wish I knew you better-
-
To the point where I could read your curves to the letter-
Where I didn't have to imagine, fathom who you are now
And who you'd be if you and I were we...
-
I jumped into the fire of your icy blues
Hoping to be ******* burned alive and came out unscathed.
-
God, my head is tired of holding this heavy weight,
These reels I've collected...
And now that fire I wanted to consume me
Burns my theatre to the ground.
-
I close my eyes.
-
Credits roll again.
The one that got away.
127 · Apr 2018
Burn The Bulletproof
Cory Williams Apr 2018
Touching the untouchable
I'm the stone that cracks your glass house
And shatters the ceiling, raising the bar.
I set the new standard on top of the freshly laid
Foundation of you.

I'm a ******* Molotov that shut your tank down,
Rags and combustion, simplicity to overthrow the regime-
That is all it takes.

All of these years building those walls
Lining your stomach with steel
Forgetting that the poison you swallowed
Eats you alive from within
Bringing you down.

I'm the alternative
I'll make it the primary
The rise from the ashes of you
Will be scary.
122 · Apr 2018
A Cold Man's Summer
Cory Williams Apr 2018
It's a heat wave in the city!
The yellow orb scorches our skin
We sweat and shed
Rinse and repeat

...Inside a little tin box, warped wooden panels accent clouded
Windows painted shut.
A thirteen inch TV projects a fuzzy muffled televangelist
Preaching your sins will be washed away by purchasing
A vial of his miracle water...a refreshing drink for a heathen
Too late to see it.

Cigarette embers swirl around a box fan vortex;
A tornado of cancer wreaking havoc on nobody...
The only thing sweating in this secondhand shack is three
Aluminum cans half full of unfulfilled promises and fully empty of
Future dreams.

A lone empty shell of a .357 lays wedged between the side of a
Melting freezer and a pantry of dust...
Today, one man found an escape from the undying heat,
Dying,
And calling his own forecast of scattered red showers
With a chance of pouring brain.

Stay cool.
116 · Apr 2018
The Rain Brings Heroes
Cory Williams Apr 2018
As a kid I prayed for sunless days
The skies were grey, the flood, it came
The rain, it falls
It washes our sins, turned us into heroes

The screams, they fade, the joy, it raised
We danced, we played
The rain, it pools
We act like fools, no stress of rules
The rain, it always brings us heroes

In puddles, I wade
My soul is saved
The rain, I dream, of nights I mean
In shadowed scenes
Together we are heroes

I believe in heroes
114 · Apr 2018
Heirs of Air
Cory Williams Apr 2018
As we, a generation tick tocking from relevance to mere pages in
Some outdated History book in school
March into the digital sunset,
We need to share our despair of living our lives without air.

We were born buried in a screen,
Our smiles an LED gleam,
Portraying some adventurer's dream
Though things weren't what they seemed.

We were automatic,
Our souls on cruise control,
Fed a bottomless hole of information-
Here today, gone tomorrow.
We were hollow, and not a tough act to follow.

We regretfully beg of you...

Put your Face(in a)Book, and Spot-If-You can
The Tinder to spark your mind from the confines of the dark.
(Snap) a twig in the woods and (Chat) with your friends...
Don't be a Twit-Terra is yours.

Reclaim what's already there,
Heirs of Air,
And share what is fair to repair
All we have made rare.
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