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Cody Nix Poem
Established as the world beats me down
Not going down without a fight
I’m surviving these twelve rounds
My passion’s what I’ve found
You can hear it through every heart beat that sounds
Swimming in thoughts by the pounds
Attempts to never frown
Fighting to never drown
Seeing skylines from mountain tops
Free styling prophecies as soon as the beat drops
We’re mentally sound as we lounge on trees that are downed
Combinations and word patterns that drown out the social chatter
Talking of topics that truly matter
Conversation filled with laughter
These are the bonds that I’m after
Half a decade into a new chapter
Dreams are obvious factors when life tosses disaster
Memories I choose to capture
It’s evident when I binge write
Words to defend what’s right
I’ve put forth the effort
I can say I’ve really tried
These words are a guide for my life
Why do I not believe in god?
My dreams are too easy for him to dodge
God could be the ultimate facade
The story seems odd and robs the mind of its job
Life continues to live on
So live as one
Peace of a settled mind that fought hard to keep its design
Crafty words written on the line
Spiraling out of pages and changing the times
Stick with your goals and stay on your grind
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Awkward states of mind
They pause the present time
Surroundings seem still
As I drill the ink into what the inside feels
Intoxicating look into a reality that’s so surreal
Attention to detail
A breath of life into the words this sword reveals
Mightier than any physical form
Whimsical with words
From the page, stories I’ve lived are reborn
Moments matter
Never take them for granted even if they’re beaten and battered
Shatter proof
The dreams designed to succeed
Dreams that reveal your truth
It’s an appetite with a spoon to feed
I need this poetry soup
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Thoughts creating an abyss
The mind disappears quick
A world so sinister
It’s difficult to fix
Reiterate the lyrics
Fears are what you steer with
Tears stream down this face
Over the years, it tends to create the wrong taste
A face you can’t fake
Brain waves receiving too late
Accept the fate
It’s business for the abyss
Wished it’d miss
Troublesome hearts don’t possess grip
It’s such a risk to ditch
But we all know it’s the way it goes and life’s a bitch
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Washed up with skin soaked
In that moment, I was a severe claustrophobe
The walls were closing in
Curtains closed; The show comes to an end
Or so I thought
It was fear my face brought
I wasn’t meant to be here
So distraught
Time stood still
Life was paused
Flashbacks to the aftermath
Praying for it to pass
Waiting for the panic to vanish
Can this be happening to me?
Again?
Trying to pretend that I’m in a place where the chaos will vacate the loft
Susceptible to fear
Basically lost
Frightened that words will become a great loss after how hard I fought for every thought
I’m on the outside looking in
It’s hard to watch
Arms becoming numb
“Breathe before it reaches your thumbs”
So vulnerable and dumb
There’s more fear to come
I’m on the run
It chased me into my room
Pounded me into the floor
Parasitic and only wanting more
More violent than blood and gore; affecting my assets behind my eye lids
Eyes closed, but I’m not blind to this
Feeling a faint heart
It doesn’t seem to be beating
But fear’s beating me to a pulp as I turn to the water to gulp
Trembling and anxious for it to disintegrate
Simply put, I need it to go away
It disappeared from the heart, but it’s heavy on the mind
I know it’ll appear another time
It forgot to take my courage
Fear left it behind for me to have another chance to find what I need out of life
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There’s no other option
Opting in with an opinion and undivided attention
Forgot to mention how fast these walls are closing in without this pen
Allowing thoughts to thin
Forming stories with an intoxicating grin
Intoxicated by every thought that has ever sunk
Into the mind of mine
Then I decide to write
Anticipation of this becoming my life
A gift that would arise after I die
In hind-sight, I’d take a blind bite
And gladly die twice
For I love to write
Words form a dialect to resurrect a certain effect that was shown neglect
Performing my best
It isn’t good enough yet
The best is yet to come
Succumb to the deepest secrets
Creating a certain sequence
Hold this pen high
Spawning into your beacon
Let it sink in
When you stop thinking,
There’s no longer ink in the pen for the message you intended to send
But don’t give in to the thought of never performing your art again
Because then, they’ll see that the next of kin could pick up the pen
Just as she inspired me
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Only motivated to write
Nothing else seems important in this frame of mind
Getting lost in the poetry
There’s no frame of time
The ink bleeds and fills the page with beautiful design
This pen is my crutch
The only leg I have to stand on
Writing until my fingers are numb
Writing all day long
No interruption to tell me I’m wrong
Thoughts know where they belong
This poetry won’t be taken away
Dreams allow it to cascade into the right trade
Years go by and every stanza becomes clear
There’s limits to fear
Keeping my eyes open and using this pen to steer
Maybe this is an added phase
But these words won’t be erased due to these dreams being chased
I only need a teeny taste just to know it isn’t a waste
Time to haste
Piercing my skin
I’ve gotten a grip on my thoughts within
The emptiness of the mind is hard to find
Walking a thin line with my mind confined
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The missing piece
A detrimental discovery
What has been uncovered is a guy that might be quite lonely
In the arms of the world around him
A life trimmed from the limbs of the living
A brother in the beginning
Where’d you go?
Evidence isn’t evident to show
Searched high and low
Disappeared into the dark without a glow
We don’t know what’s been unknown
Families torn, again to be sewn
Rose to the occasion
Thorns that expand their growth
The lost man
Alone as he stands
What was his plan?
Did he execute with his granted hand?
Uncle of the sky
Were you alive before you died?
The youngest escaped the fate and got away
Where’d you go?
Is an expedition too late to locate your trace?
Should we take a leap of faith and just say:
“It’s safe to say there’s no way we’re mistaken”
An idea that lies in minds that knew you had your time in life
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