Biography of Cody Maxie
My name is Cody Maxie. I'm a young man living in the state of Oklahoma. I frequently write poetry along with short stories, play guitar, draw and photo edit, and act in my drama class. I'm very into art, its what I love to do. If you enjoy my poems rate them, comment on them, or message me, I need all the critiquing I can get
Cody Maxie Poems
Perfect Day For Some Souls
Above the fields, up in the sky Twirling and flipping in the breeze. Our souls they fly so very high Oh don't you leave me please.
Bring You To Yourself
Design your own strategy, play a unique move. Be yourself, avoid falling into someone else's groove. Rejuvenate your constitution, for acceptance sake, Only if you aim to be another worldly fake.
Journey Of A Plague
Another plague to haunt today, Add the casualties, it's here to stay. Solace me now, you kind fresh fool You shall surely be the contagion's next tool.
Such A Thing
Fear shrouds over me step-by-step In this eerie hallway, as I crept. The drapes tarnished with human blood Almost as they collided in a flood,
Days stretch for weeks in youth Just as summer lasts forever, But the more youth fades away The more this splendid time will sever
A button snaps in alerting the screen to flash That trademark apple, almost whole. Apps flood the screen, my fingers take away In a coordinated dance giving me all control.
Sea Side Hotel
On the rippled beach at the sea's front Lies a hotel, camouflaged by diverging sand. Through years of neglect, weathered down to a runt, Yet still noble enough to sit on this sea-side land.
Keep A Grip On Yourself
Lock them away, displace the key; Never give in to the throbbing plea. Forget about your believed wrongs and rights, And abandon your ability to take fright.
A worm channels through the dirt; Blades of grass dance with an easy breeze. Flourishing giants stand tall and overt, What we know as prevalent trees.
A man works throughout the day; The animal enjoy his leisure. A man has to find time to play, While the animal never rejects pleasure.
Violet Skies: Story And Poem
I Collecting his courage he approaches her, As she strokes her plush blond hair. He gently recites those heart-breaking words
Superb Being, Wrong Stock
Standing here alone, feeling overwhelmingly amiss, Looking to break free from the clutch of this abyss. Is it the Acheron, no you say it's got to be the styx! Neither really, just a bunch of inbred hicks.
Invisible but evil, infinite like wind, Who else but that vexation, known as sin. Playing the role of the devil's twin, Aggrandizing apathy, blacker than night.
Bring You To Yourself
Design your own strategy, play a unique move.
Be yourself, avoid falling into someone else's groove.
Rejuvenate your constitution, for acceptance sake,
Only if you aim to be another worldly fake.
Wise ones trail-blaze their own road,
Compromising persecution, mapping a better way.
Haters attempt to rigorously scorn the bold,
But the bold will not let themselves fall stray.