My lungs travel like a carrier pigeon.
They carry an important message
One which cannot be expressed
One that makes me, want to rip right at the seams
It makes me want to rip the threads even greater
Like that night when I tore off your clothing
Completely disregarding the fabric
I traveled downwards
Down the spine of your back
Ripping directly through the fabric of your skin.
I crawled
Towards an unknown destination
Placing my hands in the mind of your body
Your body would became mine
As we intertwined, and unwind,
And opened up our minds,
To the idea of reincarnation,
Where I remembered I used to mine,
As I looked for the entrance,
I knew you wouldn’t mind.
Even in the darkest of times,
I became blind,
So I used my hands
As I soon realized it was time to sink or swim
I floated back to the top
Crawling across the curves of your body
I swam across to your heart,
Then your mind,
And then your soul
And that’s when I realized,
Your heart had a gaping hole,
So I once again, believed in reincarnation,
of a past life
That now
I see
Was meant to tell of
a future story,
With an unknown ending
A fairytale, untold and unwritten,
Foretold only by our past lives,
Brought back together again
From the depths of our souls,
And every generation
I find the threads
And am somehow able to always
Seam us back together again

I want to get this out my chest
I want to get this off my soul,
I want to fill that hole you left.
When you left me there, sitting at the table
I was blind.
See, Blind is how you left me feeling
Throwing out my feelings like garbage
Leaving me feeling empty inside, as you turned my heart inside out.
It tore into brittle pieces when you left me, sitting there that morning.
Leaving my door wide open behind you.
As you walked away from the breakfast table,
You left me there feeling like egg shells,
When you slowly poured my feelings, like yolk into the frying pan,
Just so I could make you happy.
Just so I could see the corners of your mouth turn into a bowl
Because as your breakfast,
I wanted to be the most important meal of the day
I wanted to know that you were full and content,
Without feeling any emptiness inside
And I wanted you to know, that you could always butter my bread

There was nothing left to say though
Because at an empty table
Staring at an empty seat
Was an empty memory,
Which used to turn my heart into heat
An empty future now lay in my sight
A future I no longer wish to think about
As I sit there at the breakfast table.
And now,
Everything is backwards,
Every breakfast I cook becomes burnt.
Every time, I’ll burn my hands when I look towards, where you used to sit at
Every time, I hear the crackling of eggs
Every time, I hear the gun shot that blew through my heart,
When the knocking of hands were trying to grab my attention.
All that grabbed my attention were the colors of blue and white.
And at first, I was puzzled, until I saw their ghostly faces, and no words were needed to be said, as I knew what they were there to tell me.
They were there to tell me.
No more breakfasts, would need to be made.
No more laughter, was there to be had.
No new memories, were to be filled by your smile
And as they stood there patiently waiting, for my brain to react,
To the news of what had happened.
I suddenly lost the will to stand as dropped to my knees.
And I realized,
No more mornings, were to be had, at the breakfast table.

And there you were
On my birthday of all days.
Sitting there, as if you were waiting for me to make the first move
Placed in my line of sight as if you were made for me.
You, looking all tempestuous and such.
And I, a person of virtue, a person who prides himself to resist.
But not on this night.
Placed under a spell you cast upon my mind.
Devine intervention would have to occur as I was then, blinded, *******,
Only to be under your control.
Handcuffing me, to be sickened by the thought of the next day.
I know I should have known better, but my eyes would deceive me that evening.
I thought, I had you wrapped around my finger like a yoyo,
But instead, you turned into a chinese finger trap,
Gripping me to reality of what would soon hit me like a ton of bricks.
That night, you ordered me a screwdriver, and then another, then another and so on
only to drive the ***** directly through my judgement.
The next morning though, when I woke, I realized,
I must have been wearing my beer goggles,
Because, there you were and you were not who I thought you were.
You were in fact
A kind of a
What the ****
Kind of
**** you made me sick,
Kind of
Why did I ever take you home with me,
Kind of
A hang over.

You,
make my skin tremble,
like a tidal wave,
Tossing my goosebumps off their course,
They were traveling down my spine
Heading south for the winter,
Until you made them wash ashore.
Making them wash their souls,
They cleaned up their act
As they prepared for the performance of a lifetime
They shaped up
You made them get in line.
Into the shape of a V
As they only had one direction to go
Direct as an arrow
They poured through my bones
My heart couldn’t handle all these emotions
So it died with these words
Ones
that I carry on my back.
Words, I’ll carry to my grave,
Buried deep beneath my skin
It breathes life them into them
Taking heavy breathes
Of a heavy heart
That sleeps only when its doors are closed.
Out of a deep hibernation, they awaken.
I’ve forgotten they even existed.
You must have clipped their wings,
So they learned how to swim.
Traveling in the only direction they know
Heading up the river
Knowing that going upstream
Is a hard road to travel
Gravity defies them
Pulling them beneath a layer of sweat
They drown in an ocean
Where tidal waves
are forever
about

3/2/13 my greatest love

I loved the way, you looked at me,
Telling me things, I didn’t want to hear.
I fell apart, a shattered heart now surrounds my feet.
Every step hurts, but I’ve got to move forward.
I’ve got ta take a stand.
I’ve got to turn the page, to the next chapter.
So, I read alone these recent nights,
My sleeping habits have changed and this bed feels emptier
No matter how many times I change the sheets, I still smell you.
I still smell the scent of your entire body, from top to bottom.
And I try to remember what it’s like to breath, because the sheets that once held us together, now suffocate me.
You made me forget everything I don’t want to remember.
In this bed, where we made violins cry.
We made wine glasses disappear,
We left the do not disturb sign hang on my door for way too long because, we forgot to remove it.
The imprint of you is something I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to remove.
Or I don’t want to.
Or I want to want to remember what it’s like to be held in the arms of a lover
In the mind of tambourine,
We shook the core until our symbols connected.
On more than one level we loved our demons
And threw our god to the casket.
Let our devil devour us.
Let the lust take over and lose ourselves to the night.
To the next day,
To the mornings where we woke up and we never left my bed.
To feel the touch, of your body,
I still smell you.
I smell the nights when we would laugh in silence,
Remembering the first time we made out.
Having your lips pull at mine,
Turning the key to my car,
So I can get you back, as quickly as possible, to the bed
Where I don’t have to take painful steps,
And I can fall apart, right back into your arms.

Corey Sobe
It's not that easy being a Zombie
Having to spend each day, in search for brains
When I think it could be much nicer being human or a cat or a dog
Or something much more lively like that

It's not that easy being a Zombie
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over cause you're
Not standing out like flashy pimps on the streets
Or prostitutes in the cars

But Zombies are a lively bunch and Zombies can be cool and friendly-like
And Zombies can be big like a riot, or important
Like a team, or tall like a human

When Zombies are all there is to be
It could make you wonder, but why wonder why Wonder, I am a Zombie and it'll do fine, it's beautiful
And I think it's what I want to be