Cody A. Buckmaster
Biography of Cody A. Buckmaster
My name is Cody A. Buckmaster. I am a struggling teenager that is trying to look for guidance. I have loved and lost, just like the rest of us. I love to write poems and quotes. There are these feelings that just rush through my body. I have to let them out somehow, and I think its by writing it all down. Please rate and comment my poems or quotes. Let me know the truth. Am I a good poet?
Cody A. Buckmaster Poems
I STARTED BUILDING MY PRISON AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN I ASKED MYSELF WHY WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
Laying here with my eyes closed. Scared to open them because I know you wont be right there with me. Terriffied to sleep because I'm afraid to wake up without you.
It seems like im constantly running. The world crumbling around me. Watching my every step. I find myself lost in space when thinking of you.
You know You don't really know what you've got until you loose it. You lay in bed one day and it all hits you like a shot gun blast to the face. You think that your invincible until that one day comes. The love of your life Rips your heart out of your chest.
Its dark in this room, This dark room in my head. Staring at the bronze handle, Staring into the barrel.
He hears the calm wind. Brushing over the calm ocean waves. He feels a cold hand on his shoulder. He hears her voice.
She says she cares. She says she loves him. She says she would do anything for him. She breaks his heart.
He cant find love Everytime he thinks he does He loses it to someone else He realizes that he wont ever find love
Sea Of Love
I'm lost in this sea of love. Sailing on a ship but going nowhere. I'm stranded in the middle of the ocean. My boat, it's starting to sink.
Song Of A Thousand Words
Into the ocean, End it all. All the promises you made us, Shatter into thin air.
Her smile of a thousand suns. Her kiss of a thousand birds hums. Her soft hand. It trembles as it stands.
My heart sings this slow melody. She walks next to me, I feel like im soaring. When I look into her eyes,
When your happy, Im happy. When your sad, Im sad.
I see the jet black walls. Red Oozing out of the ceiling. You see it happening. You feel their is nothing left.
Its dark in this room,
This dark room in my head.
Staring at the bronze handle,
Staring into the barrel.
I can see the light,
I can see the darkness.
Looking down both roads,
Thinking about which path I should take.