Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A thousand voices by Cody Myers

Ever since I was a little kid
My grandparents would compliment my imagination
I would go on tangents telling stories on a whim that made no sense
Even now I have no idea what I was talking about
But it didn’t matter, I just said the first words that came out of my mouth
As I grew up I began to notice something… Strange
No matter what I did I never seemed to really live
The first time I performed a poem I was 15
That day I had never felt so alive in my life
And I knew… That meant something
The words I wrote came straight from the heart
From a chorus of a thousand voices telling me exactly what to say
Until that day I didn’t know what really made me tic
That day I learned I was a broken clock who was numb until I was wound up
Every time I went to write was I started to work
I am a stationary being who only moves when I have a movement behind me
I find that my best moments are not my accomplishments on paper
But rather the people my ink on paper has changed
I live to please, that’s what I always tell people
My mind both push me to suicide and pulled me away
Because now adays for every one sad voice in my head
I have a thousand drowning them out
But it’s not always that way
Those rhymes that people say don’t hide the mental bruises that actually occur
Years of unseen mental abuse leads me to question ever but about me
So excuse me if I don’t give a shit when I complement you
Excuse me if I think I could blindly run into a city and get that same complement from a thousand other people! Even if it means getting hit by a few cars in the process
I don’t sleep because there are a thousand voices giving me doubt
I don’t sleep because they tell me the wonderful things I dream of doing
And I fade away to dreams only to live them all with an audience in my head
I may go no where, hell no one may ever read this
But if I can just change one persons bad judgement
Then I’ve done something right

Friday, September 13, 2013

Fairy Tales by Cody Myers

We are two independent beings
We have lives that are great
Isn’t that how the story goes?
Prince meets princess by fate
Hook up right away like it was meant to be
Well Atlantis has washed up like Disney channel shows
Fairy tales are meant to stay the way
Because if that how every story went then nobody would have anything to say
 We would have no reason to live
And it would lead to late night Netflix sessions with popcorn drenched in self-loathing
Locked in thought that I could change everything with a change of clothing
That is not what my life is meant to be like
Nor is yours
Everyone can be unique
Fuck anyone that thinks you HAVE to be a certain way
That if you wear this and walk this way than you can never find love
They shove that bullshit down our throats, and you know what that’s called?
Bullying, nothing more then the rudimentary struggles of our younger selves coming back to haunt us
We’re all possessed and tainted spirits but no one has the precision for an exorcism
Every stich scar and bruise has a story so if you don’t like stories than you don’t want someone who lived
God’s a bully, but we accept it
I say reject it, if your happiness comes from within or something more real than a fairy tale then for fucks sakes tell him off like your middle school bully at your first high school reunion
we are the class of fuck off
the generation that has the chance to change what we look at as people
beauty isn’t just skin deep, but if it is our lives stop half way if we’re lucky and we walk around treated like a zombie, treated like I was infected
I have lived my life believing that I was not good enough
That if only I had gotten lucky in a genetic lottery
And despite a loving family with good values, those traits are void
So excuse me if I get annoyed when some schmuck whose had everything in life handed tell you you’re not beautiful
Just because you weren’t born the way they wanted
Tell them that’s what fairy tales are for