"cody" poems
This isn't fair!
Don't you try to blame this on me!
my love for you was bulletproof but your the one who shot me!
and god **** it!
i can barely breath
this fricking binder is possibly killing me
but it really helps me look even more like a man
and don't you even know
my name is Cody
and I won't respond to anything else
I'll keep saying that I am male
no matter what you say
I'll scream it at the top of my lungs
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
even teddy said i got the sickest tricks brah.
like my abilities source from some kinda legendary liquid
/ praise the lord /
monster energy should sponsor me.
a kickflip over the king’s *** hole
& a halfcab for the looky-loos.
i feel so tall when i climb that heap of asphalt trimmings
& see clear from the water tower to the bluffs.
gimme a good day, any day at the bluffs,
bottlerockets & girly birds.
her body brings a swarm of worms.
decomp,
said the f.b.i. men one by one with tweezers.
not quite the homecoming queen, still
wrapped in plastic.
look up.
see that great mess of wires, nest of powerlines and owl bones?
it crackles and croons its electro-spectral purr
all night and day.
new neck tat &
cody spends his paycheck on a crossbow.
we target practice on a bull skull.
wet cigarettes and turpentine-soaked socks for a good huff
in the dry of the roofline as it dumps.
there’s that little boy in a ghost mask again, tap-dancing
in puddles below the streetlamp,
& oversized shoes.
his grandmoms always be watchin’ from the window.
[whispers] she’s teaching him magic.
lucky unit 19: where our young dead damsel once dolled
herself up, you see
men and headlights would roll thru thrice nightly,
maybe more.
& i remember her punch red lips &
big whicker hat; while she weeded and watered her garden of begonias.
the sheriff’s deputy, hart? hicks? hogan? well he loved her a bunch.
stole her clothes in the middle of the night,
& sat beside the river sobbing into clumped fists
of bra and blouse.
i bought ******* from that guy once or twice.
harold? howard?
guess who showed his face today?
josiah, from unit 08.
since the incident with molly’s beagle, he’s been rarely seen.
took a bee line straight for the mailbox.
a package. a prize. a decoder ring/secret map sweepstakes
to be seen and deciphered.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a can of raineer beer (if he really goes there) ill never ask him.
This is how lastcall always takes place: a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager. ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers. He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach. Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home. Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies ( a red head)
He charges like arhino. Hes a animal without areason to **** But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening. Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our bull **** stories. We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.
He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair. Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S) each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
I've always thought of you
But the thought of loosing you,
Has driven me to pharmaceuticals.
Quit, I know I oughta to,
But I just feel the benzos pulling through,
What the Hell shall I do?
So I try to play it down,
Even though its only opie
It still aint half as bad as brown.
Lets lighten it up,
Don't wanna be no dope fiend
But like a pent up bull to red
I head straight for the shop bought codeine
Oh cody, you don't make me swell,
If anything man, you make my being well,
For that small amount of time
I feel I can take on the world
Until I get to tomorrow and I feel I've created Hell!
All the things we do,
Just so we can feel the warmth,
Finding our little cliques,
Just by the way we talk.
Have you tried this,
This ones hit and miss,
Mix it in with this,
For eternal bliss.
Now I've heard it all before
Nothing improves and nothing changes,
But there's something in the brain
That promises you can catch that Dragon once again.
The Dragon flies high
With the fire in his belly,
But you haven't any,
So why you trying to catch him.
(So why do you even try).
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
don't be afraid you're already dead
for he was not lucky enough for the train to take the other track
the pills were not vitamin C
the gun did not shoot water
and it was not, instead of him, me.
we are no longer the kids with capes crinkled in knots around our necks
but in their place are the rope burns of our selfish regrets
only attempting to rid myself of the crushing weight of confused sorrow
the dreams in my head have fallen to the floor
he placed his in patterns there
searching for adjectives inside a dictionary
where only nouns are found
lonely, the adjective being
the one word to describe this
is trapped in the moldy basement of a frat house
he taps at the window
sliding through its confinements
back where he was days ago
a silhouette of the clock
plucking at your hairs
chickens clucking that their scared
they keep changing this cyclorama
but it's always ripped and torn
walking into the abyss
singing his cares away
thinking himself sick
will we feel like this for the rest of our lives?
who owns this beating heart,
it seems to have been misplaced
you'd written horror stories on the sides of elementary schools
superfluous thoughts were rays of sunshine
that only cast shadows in your head
don't be afraid you're still alive
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a can of raineer beer (if he really goes there) ill never ask him.
This is how lastcall always takes place: a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager. ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers. He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach. Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home. Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies ( a red head)
He charges like arhino. Hes a animal without areason to kill. But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening. Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our bull **** stories. We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.
He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair. Every one of his is angry like drini until the switch flicker themessage ( crawl home bforetheco9s fishwith dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
this is a
song for the
brothers who survived
too much and
too many and
too long ago
it was written
what was written
this was written
what does it
mean to face
reality and accept--
everybody
need
some
hope some forgiving
some company all
of us need
to quiet the
mind and turn
up the music
take it easy
this is home
find the truth
of a truth
in a sea
of chaos, all
love is art
you are art
the world is
art and god
the ultimate
art
is
t
.
.
.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Moving in was a *****
Three tiny flights of stairs.
Night three and we finally had dinner.
Macaroni and cheese on the floor.
I was sad for the first few months.
Crying on the futon.
Crying in my bed.
Crying on the floor.
Crying in the shower.
Crying on your shoulder.
Netflix, Redbox, and Cooltv.
Dragging bags of clothes to the laundry room.
You and Cody played guitar.
We had a live show every night.
You wrote beautiful music.
And stopped singing if I cried.
Turning conversations into poetry.
You introduced me to Becca.
Little did I know, she'd be my best friend.
Getting drunk.
Getting high.
Smoking out of bongs.
Smoking joints.
Smoking bowls.
Smoking blunts.
Trying to find something to smoke.
The light in the bathroom stopped working.
We had to smack it for it to turn on.
That stopped working too.
The candle caught on fire.
Your drunk friend threw it into the sink.
I almost killed him.
We slept together sometimes.
We slept apart.
We slept with other people.
I took out my dreads to make myself feel better.
Shang was in West Virginia the whole time.
But he was in the living room every day.
We rolled...so many times.
Laughing at everything.
Going on toilet paper missions.
The futon broke.
New rule: no *** on the futon.
Playing Circle of Death, we got to know each other.
The ring of beer stains around the coffee table.
Bats chirping right outside my window.
We discovered our super powers.
I don't remember my birthday party.
The Christmas party.
Justin got me drunk on white Russians.
Slow dancing with Brian.
Mouth ****
Jello shots.
You never carved the turkey cookie.
New Year's Eve someone kicked in the door.
It was broken for months.
The next few months were the last ones.
I didn't want to leave.
The apartment was our home.
We ****** up, we grew up, we threw up.
There's no place home.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
im turning in circles
you know what i mean
the things you do
are unclean
anger overcomes me
i just want to scream
my heart breaks for the you you used to be
break those bonds and set yourself free
life comes at you~fast as a light
the road you are choosing
just isnt right
sitting here by you
breathing the same air
knowing your choices just doesnt seem fair
here and now the decisions youve made
from crimes commited
debts unpaid
change your mind
dont take that path
for if you do
all you will see is wrath
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
You are just a prop in her life, Cody.
You are there to help her work through things.
That's great; one problem.
I am not a dishrag.
I do not serve as a free form of therapy.
I am not just a service to help girls learn about themselves.
I have feelings.
I get attached.
I want reciprocation.
I want affection.
Sometimes I'm the one who needs help.
Sometimes I am not just satisfied with knowing I helped.
I am not your valet.
I am not your counselor.
I am not your validation on demand.
I cannot even fathom why you think can just take.
It's because I can't give, Cody.
If you can't give, why do you think it's ok to take?
I will not always be ok.
I won't always get over it.
I won't just understand why you can't be there for me.
I am not just a rock to be your stability.
I am not just a blanket to give you comfort.
I am not a flipping dishrag.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Figure a trigger
pictured fingers
scratch the brain
pick it **** exposed;
********** minds only craving one more dime.
Insane
vein blade
neck noose
she drinks some to feel loose.
creeping
convulsions
chills christen me a martyr
King of the opiophiles
Christ of the smackheads
Conquering coconaut
Hero to heroinites
Majesty of the methodonians
Glitches in systems revolving
rebel against or kiss them
Ring the bell to bring out the MOB and roll your future to face the dice
who are they ask for advice?
You draw towards these demons while behind you attempt to bask
a mask
Cody raises a flask of poison resentful regrets
Brody the roadie is always on the move
that ****** basement edm dub scene sure did become crass
which only leaves you, alone to groove
and we drink my flask our flask and bask in romance and death
Sorry Sir that you asked…but wait I have one more thought before the session reaches the inevitable conclusive aspect. Listen to my
Unexplained Law
Of
Academic actualizations
Basic casualization
Capital causes compound connections only resulting in casualty
I am orbiting you
Blazing comet
A simple sultry satellite
cold convoluted
Sad
at my farthest reaching far flung Aphelion
Warming and safe at my closest approach to You
Blazing life bringer
Holy holy holy art thou oh Eye of all
Allow me to forever remain at Perihelion
The laws of Keplar could not keep us from colliding
in the end
fire
will be all dividing
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Cody I can't hear your cry
Anymore from the battlefield.
I don't know what happened,
But I want you to know
That I love you.
You know the other day
I saw your mum walking by my house
It made me think about you.
How we grew up as neighbours
And soon became best friends.
I could tell you anything,
And you were my first love.
I still remember when you joined the army,
You were so **** excited
That I tried not to cry.
Years went by and I was all alone,
I loved those late night calls,
That we exchanged
When you got the chance.
Never got to say goodbye to you,
They couldn't recover your body,
We had to bury ashes.
Cody I will talk to you,
I wonder if you can hear me,
Cody I love you.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
Stoney belloni
Gettin high with my homies
sittin back watchin sweet life of Hash and cody
Eatin this burrito my friend calls jodie
But wait
**Holy **** is that macronni**?!
I take a hit
and ****
I start to choke on that ****
I guess we burned it all
that ***** dawg
weeeeeeeeeeed
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
I traveled a long way to see a better day but all I found was loneliness and dismay I poured my heart out to those who wouldn't listen to what I had to say I came to Wyoming to brake horses and maybe steal a heart but since I ben in cody I haven't seen a sunrise yet all Ive had is misfortune and regret I was held up by gun piont on a shore of a river bank I tried to help a kid to learn but his anger made my heart sank there was to much wild in him to tame so I left that ranch and hung my head in shame I seen buffalo and the hot springs I seen the north fork and what the called weather brings but since I ben in cody I havent seen a sunrise yet theres hard times I can't seem to kick and wounds I can't seem to lick I would pack up and leave if I had a chance it's not like the movies filled with gun smoke and romance I wish I never came and theres nobody to blame but since I ben in cody I haven't seen a sunrise yet
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Dear Ian
The First always tastes like honeyed-sunlight on cheek and windowpane:
first kiss, first cigarette, first rooftop.
I never wanted to come down.
Dear Greyson
Beautiful and empty.
Our hands didn't fit right.
Dear Anton
Thank you for kissing prayers into the crosses on my forearms.
It wasn't enough.
I'm sorry I kept you on your knees.
Dear Eli
**** you.
Dear Wyatt
We were high and you were there.
Your mouth tasted like sour milk
and I was lonely in the morning.
Dear Ian
Snorting coke off my naked body was all you needed.
I think I caught you too late.
Dear Cody
Thanks for the ****
I'm sorry I made you leave--
I couldn't stop looking at the orchid petals falling on my windowsill.
Dear Howard
I never realized my power
until the day I let you finger me in the seasonal section of a CVS.
Dear Sky
Loving you was like loving river currents.
I lost myself in the way you looked at me like
you were looking past me.
I'm still learning how to let go of dead things.
Dear Jessica
I was high on painkillers for the 6 months you tried
to bring me back down.
But if you had a condo on a cloud
I'd have stayed at your place.
Dear Robert
I just needed a prom date.
Don't read into it.
Dear Sarah
You and spring rains are synonymous.
Dear Vanessa
Venus.
Someday I'll come back.
We'll paint piazzas into dusk.
Dear Maya
Your lips were swollen honeysuckle and I was all hummingbird.
I wish you could've held me after.
Dear Alyson
We never met in person,
but the way you glittered behind my phone screen
fogged up the glass with light-hot possibility.
Our timing wasn't right.
Dear Amélie
"On n'aime que ce qu'on ne possède pas tout entier."
Dear Izzy
I would've sewn stars down your backbone.
That night at the End of the World, we held eternity in our fingertips.
or maybe it was just the *****
Dear Brendan
Drunken lapse in judgement.
I'm not "experimenting", I'm actually gay.
Dear Sara
I wish I was looking for something casual.
The Washington Sq. Park fountain will always be holy.
Bless my forehead whenever.
----
Dear Jesse
It's time to fall in love with your palms.
They fit together perfectly.
Plant chrysanthemums in your abdomen
and let yourself bloom again.
Like it's the first time.
Like you owe it to yourself.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
“delete history”
I think it’s pretty gay for a bunch of sweaty queers
To be sharing spit w/ each other
In a ******* closet
I think my ***** smells like macaroni
I used to jack off to animals beign tortured
I used to tell my mom
Im not pretty
Im not pretty
throw rocks at your garage
"BAAAMMM"
It’s hard to come up with 4 things at once,
I want to play violin in a bathtub at 4 AM
Because 4am’s cool
And it’s not really night or morning
It’s just stinky
Im just a kid with their stinky feet on a splintered stool
Watching suite life of zack and cody
In a pair of boxers they/i haven’t changed for like 3 days
I have a bic pen bumper sticker tattoo on my ***
You made me **** your **** and feed your bunny
And you made me hate white boys
I generalize
I forget to feed my tortoise sometimes
I don’t forget to feed myself
Im not cool and skinny and white
Im fat and
I never forget to feed myself
I eat the stuff on my body
Im my own **** tree I beare my own fruits I think you
Should get used to how GROSS I am
I got heartburn
In all the wrong places
I got an ache below the waist
and a cold sore on my heart
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
He was small for a Marine,
The dying boy there in the bed.
Three times he'd fought off cancer
but now, inside his head,
a serious infection
would claim his life instead.
Cody Green was only twelve.
All his life he'd loved the Corps.
They made him a navigator,
The insignia he wore.
An honorary soldier
A marine in time of war.
The crises was upon him.
He would not win this fight
A fellow member of the Corps
Stood honor guard all night
There would be a flag draped coffin
for this member of the Corps.
Cody Green, a Young Marine
A Marine in time of war..
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
red rock of cody how you shine red rock of cody your all mine from the north fork to the south fork to the winery were I pop the cork your special in my eyes I hope the spirit of the west in you never dies o red rock of cody how you shine red rock of cody your all mine my heart is on your mountains my spirit is in your lakes cody you always give and never take let me be for ever in your loving embrasse o red rock of cody how you shine red rock of cody your all mine
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Clearly he doesn't know
Doesn't care enough
To possibly come close to
Understanding how I feel
Oh how I wish
He knew how I felt
How I wish what we had
Could've been real
Dreams couldn't make
Someone as perfect as him
So I have to settle
Yet I know somewhere
Deep down inside
That I can so better
I really do deserve better
Than what he gave me
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Our sweaty hands grasped tightly,
white-knuckling, bracing for impact.
My paint-and-peel green nail polish
ruined by the last round.
"It matches the grass stain
on your white tights!" Cody yells
from across the yard.
I'll get you for that, traitor.
We call him over--
Time slows, cheeks redden, teeth clenched.
Our bodies bend with the sudden contact.
Too strong for Cody, we stand tall,
Grass stains and tears follow him home.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 6:04 PM UTC
I'd be lying if I said I had no regrets.
I regret,
All the words and actions that would've been better spent,
Better placed.
I regret,
Inaction, when action was demanded of me,
I regret that the most.
-
To list mistakes, I've made a few.
I regret,
*Alison
Alex
Cody
Erica
And Hannah
-
Laura
Lisa
Megan
And Sarah*
To name a few.
-
But most of all,
I regret you two.
N.H.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
Russell, Taynon, Josh and Stephanie
Thank you for willing to be seen with me
Zack, Anthony, Lili and Max
Thank you for accepting all of the facts
Danica, Cody, Shayne and Steven
Thank you for keeping the playing field even
I know I’m forgetting so many names
So many faces and so many claims
So, to all of you who I call friend
Here is the message I’m gonna send:
You’ve all been there through thick and thin
Better friends there have never been
Stories, poems, rants and obsession
You listen and aid my mental progression
I could write this thing all day
And still I know it would not say
What you have all come to be
And what you all mean to me
And yeah I know, I’m awesome too
My being here is an honor to you
But my dear Ninja, Artist, and my Writer
My prep, my worshipper and my oddball character
You’re the ones with whom I rock out
You’re the ones who won’t let me pout
So, speaking quite seriously
I hope you don’t ever leave me.
SO! Please stand up and cheer
All of my friends here
Because if you don’t it will be quite queer…
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
Another Gray Day Again
Hard 2 tell A M or P M
Spring Wind Bites & Bends
Flocking Birds Clucking Hens
Train Rythm Around the Bend
Distant Whistle Sounds Again
Church Bells Blend
Commander Cody On AM
Big Head Pseudonym
Raw Nerves Descend
Oak Taste Whiskey Blend
Burnt Tounge On the Mend
Coffee, Eggs & Bacon
No Sun Not My Friend
Wheels Roll to No End
Crashing Waves Pretend
Noon Alarm Strikes Mayhem
Adios A M Hello P M
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 11:38 AM UTC
We'd like to think that we could go
Out for an evening and not have to worry
That we are going to end up being
The helpless victim of a gunman's fury.
One would think that mass shootings
In which so many lives are lost
Might compel lawmakers
To stop the killings at any cost.
When so many shootings occur
On American soil year after year,
Don't enough people wonder
What the hell is happening here?
What are people waiting for?
How many more victims will die?
Must we sit by helplessly
While lawmakers turn a blind eye?
Another horrific act of violence
Occurred at the Borderline Bar & Grill
When a solitary gunman
Had one thing on his mind: to ****
Eleven young people gunned down.
An officer shot dead as well.
Only survivors who were present
Can talk about their glimpse of hell.
The killer, too, lost his life
From a wound, possibly self-inflicted.
Some say in retrospect
His actions could have been predicted.
No one can fathom the suffering
Of the victims' parents, families and friends--
Their heartache and anguish from knowing that
Their loved ones met such violent ends.
Just two weeks before Thanksgiving!
This year it will be a chore
To ask the parents staring at empty
Seats what they are thankful for.
A call to action is the only response
To the horror that this nightmare evokes
When twelve innocent victims must
Lose their lives in Thousand Oaks.
Remember the victims:
Sgt. Ron Helus (54)
Sean Adler (48)
Cody Coffman (22)
Blake Dingman (21)
Jake Dunham (21)
Alaina Housley (18)
Daniel Manrique (33)
Justin Meek (23)
Mark Meza (20)
Kristina Morisette (20)
Telemachus Orfanos (27)
Noel Sparks (21)
A mother of one of the victims has said,
"Here are my words. I want gun control.
I don't want prayers. I don't want thoughts."
-by Bob B (11-9-18)
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
Caitlyn your my best friend, and I'm tired of seeing you hurt!
For the last time *** it's not your fault and you need to re-tort!
Cody was an ******* who deserves nothing but Pain, and
Believe me when I say it, HE WILL GET THE PAIN
I'm done seeing you cry, and hearing about how he hurt you...
It's just not fair for you to be so emotional over some stupid high school
FRESHMAN drunk at that, Your a sophomore and he should have been grateful that you even gave him the time of day!
I care about you and I'm glad you cut him off, But be warned BOYS like him always come wanting more, and *** don't give him any more chances then you already have.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC