Cody Weber's Poetry

I lost my mind in the valleys where I was born
Even though the earth was new
It was still worn

Pale, white skin; in a vision I was complete
There was no you
Only me

From the first kiss, I knew a promise would eventually be broken

the revolution would have us think
like all historical documents
are ambiguous

murderers of fact

authors;
trivial details as the main narrative

i beat myself up to make sure I’m still alive
i beat myself off, but i never lighten up
and rise

He who has no demons to hide
has no soul inside

we’re all running from something

i woke up in the cemetery
i wasn’t dead;

but I was there to rest already

cancer meadows
where death grows
and life swells;
blossoms
expires

this is the war that cannot be avoided
and we’re all victims to it

three rotted teeth
a piece

they’d have a set at least
together

brought on by the song of
suffering

i’m suffering; but the pain inside is never real
i can string some words together
make it seem like i still feel

but i don’t feel shit
and that’s what hurts the most

I’m an embarrassment;
an embarrassment
to myself

the starlight glittered bright and burnt the lashes from my eyes
but not my back, not this time

about the loose fringe of my failing individualism;
the rise and fall of her chest that would otherwise captivate me in a dreamlike state of slumber
I see your stare; the infinite struggle and I miss it.
I taste, but hardly, I somehow still resist it all.

take away
the part of me that was good

wash it out
of my ears

that part of me
misunderstood

you’re still on my mind
like i’m dying

i’ve got nothing at all

Center me horizon
deep and windy
near the shore

to count the wilted flowers
that have built up
on the floor

Every petal a reminder
that this life is rarely right
and that truth is just a burden
it is cheap and it is trite

But I wonder if you wonder
if you’d wondered; rather
rested

that the life you would be living
would be better; rather
nested

in that pretty little birdhouse
by winter; they’ll still leave

just like you
just not me

sometimes i think that people are like flowers
or weeds

and sometimes i get scared that I’m wilting here
alone

you’ve got no faith
i’m your toothpaste
washing out dirty words

pulled off my face
when i bathed
and i hung it

deeply ashamed
on the towel rack

codyweberwrites:

Shaky hands sputtering like lips
or a dying car engine
under an overpass

I didn’t hear what she told me
and it’s probably for the best

But I’m still feeling sorry
albeit a little blessed

Their tongues were tied
by the weight of their
infidelity

Like anchors toward nothing
and the crest of
normality

Hundreds of feet below
an empty ship
As the tide did crest
along with litter

I broke my throat
through chapped lips
And I tried my best
But I’m a quitter

From way down deep
where all my monsters
dwell

I carry with them, secrets
that I always want
to tell

I float on through with friends
that are not mine
to sell

But I would pawn them all
just to rift with you
through hell

But instead, I’m there alone
a creek beneath
my broken throat

I open my mouth
let the words flow

and row,

gently down the stream

why am i the one harboring this guilt
why am i the one swallowing these pills

why aren’t i the one
to anyone