Cory Williams: Poems

149 · Apr 2018

Cory Williams Apr 2018

When I wake up from my slumber,
Eyes fresh for the new day,
Why is it so hard to remember the faces I'll see again today?

The same, yet different,
The paths I'll cross in time-
Why are those lines blurred as I go?

Hey, how are you?
A nod of my head and leave-
Walking past men, women, and children that carry on lives
Of their own...

But do they?
I just see something resembling me-
Exchanging trivial pleasantries and carrying on.

I remember what I ate for lunch,
But forgot the waiter who served it to me,
And don't even know the shape of the hands that prepared it for me.

So what happens today?
Do we truly know what's around us?
We have ears and eyes to hear and see,
But you and I use them so frugally.

147 · Mar 2018

Three Leaves

Cory Williams Mar 2018

Three Leaves

Sweet and crisp western winds carry me home,
This little heart I call my own drifting along
Wherever I may roam.

My modest humble abode, naturally crafted by sun, rain and time-
And so much history woven into these branches
To embrace this circle of life.

Triplets encapsuled, unaware of expansive majesty
And surely soon shall they be the same as I feed them knowledge
Snatched from the clay, developing survival.

It will soon be time as are the winds of change
Like when trees are chilled, colors dancing in a spiraling sway-
As millions collapse, my three spread.

From all things dead breathes new life.

147 · Apr 2018

Heirs of Air

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Heirs of Air

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Some outdated History book in school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.

140 · Apr 2018

Taking It

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Taking It

Peering through the windowpane-
Standing stained, I watch you pained-
The torment of your disdain-
Is where my happiness lies in lock and chain-

I'm here in the rain-
Droplets scatter in the wind like the thoughts in my brain-
Why don't you notice and let me in?
You open a window, and the scent of the atmosphere mixes with the
Salt of your skin-

Today, I'm coming in...

I love you.
I'll **** you.
I need you.
Be mine.

140 · Apr 2018

Slightly Worn, Sweetly Torn

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Slightly Worn, Sweetly Torn

Your lace lined silk gown
The number that lay gently draped over porcelain shoulders-
The one that's older than our folders filled with love notes,
None bolder within the eyes of the beholder.

The one colored black, and lace of white, discolored in smoke,
The one you wore when the fire broke-
And razed the physical memories, and you choked.

The only thing you had left on your beautiful form
When I met you in the eye of that storm-
Took you to a new home and kept you warm...

I'll always remember the flow of your swaying hips,
Creating an ocean of smoothest waves,
And your smile at the high tides of your face
When I brought out a needle and thread
To patch your slightly worn,
Sweetly torn gown and soul.

I only ever wanted you comfortable, my love.

129 · Apr 2018

Windows To The Soul On Fire

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Windows To The Soul On Fire

Look, if you will, into my emerald stained glass picture in motion-
Do they follow your expressions?
Your subtle gestures, or the part of your lips, tracking vibration?
Take a glance into the unknown as strangers do walking by on crowded city
Streets,
Saying hello as a consolation prize simply because they exist-
And hey, that's cool for a glance...

But I want to invite you to the big dance,
To take a chance and fill my void,
Because I want to connect with something in a mind where the lights are off
And nobody's home.

You see my greens... I see black and I don't care,
And I can't destroy what isn't there-
My heart is tired and my thoughts are scared when you kiss that void,
Creating embers that flare...

I crave to share in hopes that I'll find that similar mind
So we can work together,
Burning the midnight oil that sets my soul on fire.

124 · Apr 2018

-Vultures-

Cory Williams Apr 2018

-Vultures-

Visions of the masses leaving trails-
Circles around me, a vortex-
Leaves swirl and fall-
A chill in the air, cooling your black wings-
Priming your body to pick at me, a prey.
Your beak opens, revealing a relapse hair trigger
Firing bullets of fear-Piercing my soul, I lay down.

I can see the cumulus clouding the skies from here-
And then I see your face looming over mine like a twisted doctor
Laughing as he tells you to count back from ten-
Before he opens me up and picks at my brain.

Changing, manipulating, losing all senses before I get to feel
The relief of the rain that drives the desert heat of you away.

— The End —