She looks like sleep is hard to take,
and talks of losing time.
With signs of guilt upon her face,
As if she'd done a crime.

She beckons once and pleads her case,
A matter not of mine.
Her life runs short and out of pace,
so far behind the line.

She speaks regret like it were grace,
with ill hope for a sign.
But in the end it's still a race,
and I'll be winning mine.

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I apologize for the extremely large gap between updates.

I said it so loud, come down with the balcony.
I tried to be fair, and I'm all out of empathy.
So cover your shame, you're one of the family.

You knew, I'd only ask nicely once.

I cheered for the crowd, so lost in calamity.
I let it all out, Just what do you see in me.
So pull up a chair,and get set for the eulogy.

You knew, you'd only get lucky once.

We ate all their words, digested them happily.
We smiled as we stood, applauding so admirably.
So silence the band, Forgotten they had to be.

You knew, we'd only be happy once.

I've mapped the moons patterns,
Just waiting for a happy face.
Tonight I glow for both of us,
There's only enough shade for you.

I've lost my count as always,
And I just can't comprehend.
The moment she'll live in forever,
Shining everywhere but here.

And I've never seen it brighter,
She'd promised with her voice.
But quicker than She'd lead me on,
The dawn broke in her place.

Still sober and wide awake,
I've picked up where we left off.
As I wish upon a shooting star,
That one might fall on you.

When did girls become real estate,

Bought and sold with a dozen roses.

She’s promised to be nothing but there,

Yet you’ve memorized your vows.

Her free-time is nothing but you-time,

And handcuffs are out of the question.

She stays because you’re all she knows,

Not because you’re all that she’s wanted.

Through fear you’ve created a jail bird,

With love you’ve cemented a zombie.

Her body and mind a vessel for worry,

Of  the life that she might just be passing.

So let’s go and grab that for sale sign,

And I’ll put it where it should be.

If it’s the property you’re after,

Then buy a fucking house.

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It's been a long time.

They’ve bundled up and held on tight,

Awoken the long thought dead of night.

You brave the winds to keep her warm,

Thunder cracks “We are the storm.”

The shingles turn against themselves,

As children hide in empty shelves.

Your god has come to quarrel this day,

To take all you have gained away.

Cameras come to catch the aftermath,

The blood of loved ones now a bath.

You look up to the sky and scream,

And hope to wake from such a dream.

All the prayer and grace in Jesus’ name,

And you feel that you’re the one to blame.

But their epitaphs make crystal clear,

Our god has died and left us here.

We sold our souls for paper boats,

And wrote our stories in the sand.

Tonight we see if love can float,

Light the match and take my hand.

The water speaks an eerie calm,

As the flames consume our past.

Heads up high and cheek to palm,

Waist deep and sinking fast.

In record time the cold subsides,

We hold our kiss and take the dive.

Beneath the waves our bodies glide,

And with the current we’ll survive.

You won’t be going home tonight,

And we might not get to shore.

But I won’t let go without a fight,

As we embrace the ocean floor.

There were villains lining pockets,

And an agenda filled their air.

This haze and fog a perfect guise,

For what was never really there.

Less justice for more dollar signs,

They corrupt without a care.

If no one else will save the streets,

Then I’ve got time to spare.

And so I strive to make a change,

Where others fell, I stand in place

I’m just a man of flesh and faith,

A hero with an average face.

This is the least emo poem I've written in a long time. And why! Mostly because I'm too tired to feel sorry for myself. "So why this Cory, why only three stanzas and no mention of a cape?". I really wanted to go with something different tonight, and I watch smallville like fat kids love cake. So what better way to input both of those ideas, huh? It's not my best, it's not a tree, just like it.

Stitch by stitch, her pageant hands.

Sing deeds of who’s to be her man.

Readied lips, here march the flies.

To crown their king, her valentine.

Soulless but steady he opens his arms,

His heart pounds from within the swarms.

She holds her breath and takes a dive,

The smell takes hold, she starts to cry.

Regret consumes her whole this time,

A love like this, one can’t define.

She questions where she’s left her mind,

No backing out, he’s making eyes.

Some years ago, her life rewinds.

She backtracks down a crooked line.

He made a vow, from hell he’d ride.

The day death tore him from her side.

These weatherman heart beats,

They forecast that I’ll forget you.

Another night beneath your stars,

They’re falling, like my love.

May her face pass away in the earth.

I’d wish, but I can’t let you burn.

The man on the moon taunts the sun,

As your dead end eyes set on my world.

This red light district chivalry,

It holds you as I grit my teeth.

Another day down on all fours,

A foot stool for your perfect floor.

May her name never leave my lips,

A lesson in what I once had.

Tonight brings realization of this,

Tomorrow brings nothing at all.