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Taylor Cormier Poem
Anxious, eratic, insane, depraved.
These are what you know me by.
Precocious, delightful, awkward, precious.
This is what some would say.
All that I know is that those few words do not make me the man I
am today.
There is peace, chaos, love and hate.
I am part of that world.
My question is... will you take my hand?
Hold me tight, treat me right?
I would simply love that.
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Truth is a font,a shadow of a lie.
Hiding in front of all that we see
letting us believe in the ghost of life.
The sleepers see the world In
dreams. I see this world through
sleepless eyes, dreaming of nothing
as this life passes me by. We hide in
the shadows, feeding on the crumbs
of the almighty society. Yet the ones
with the truth In their eyes are the
first to step into the light. Who are
we to judge the young and the
restless? We who fear the light and
shy from the true meaning of love.
This I say to the ones who see truth:
step strong into this world of
suffering, for to falter is the endof
individuality. The end of spirit, soul,
and sanity.
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I hold life In the palm of my hand. It circles my soul, filling me with
light. Thought the face of a man lies before me, the strength of the
gods fills me with might. I bow down before them, those who rule
death and eternity. Will they let me take that final stand? These
questions rave dying to be released. Maybe the truth will finally be
known.
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I am lost in this haze of blood,
wishing for the life I could never
lead. The pain is long gone, leaving a
fog In my mind. It draws pleas of
mercy unwillingly from my Bleeding
Throat. Will I ever die or will I bleed
for Eternity? Shall I gasp for breath to
the End of Days? There is a salvation
trapped in the darkest depths of my
soul. I only fear the truth of my heart
as it leads me to despair. When shall
this fear fade? When shall I be freed
from the shadow of doubt? One day
soon, I shal fight to the surface and
win My spirit back from the grave.
Truthfully, I shall be reborn that day.
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