Biography of Cori Arbuss
I am a girl of many plagues and disguises. I am the face behind the face behind the mask. I am your cosmic lover. I draw inspiration from the poetic movements in my mundane life and thrive off the occult way of life. Metal is my primary escape-loosing myself in the warm, bitter screams just comes easy to me. In short, I am not a poet in itself-I take rawness from the world and work it into prose. And I can only hope you enjoy it.
Cori Arbuss Poems
When I'm sorry's not enough When I love you's too much When you hurt me's not fair When songs of the dearly departed just sting
What a dear girl, voices softly whisper Touching her perfection, to gain their own Yet not one would dare to kiss her For they walk on as his drones
Forget Me Not
Though we shun ourselves out of own lives And seek solice in the warm voices of friends Though we never truly knew how we ourselves felt As a whole, a being, to flee to the end
An Angel's Lie
Forever more, the blessed be Forever falling, they shant desire Forever waiting, the angels sigh Forever needing their golden lyre
Numb: The Intervention
Trapped in a corner, trapped forever more Trapped and locked within my fantasies Of a love so painful, it took over my entire vision No one could save me...no one would save me...
Cut this picture up Of me and you You're leaving me breathless Convulsious and nauseous
Ectopic dreams and stillborn nightmares Chills and shockwaves breaking my sytem Destroy, destroy Depleat me, my desperado
I Hate Her...
I'm just so confused these days. All I want is for someone to hold me. For HIM to hold me. But what I want even more is to be rid of that desire.
Forget it all. Come fly away. Release all tension and pain. We'll soar over the ocean and the plains Mountain sides and mudslides
There's just so much there So much left unsaid and undone. So much left to be thought, contemplated, and reworked So much that could be manipulated and changed/
Memoirs Of A Nothing
My heart was pounding Palpitating Existing without you. Its extracting
This Is So
Forever, it seems, I will follow Stalk you in the night, in my sorrow Etching broken words into my breast Only you can fix the rest
Abyss Of Forever
Was this ever real? I get the feeling more than ever it was all an illusion The scars are real, the pain is real, but the memories Are lost forever
This is the story of the girl that was blue Big round eyes loomed over a stiched on smile And her torn little heart was glued together and sprinkled with glitter She bumbled about the world all gleaming and astral
You, My Doom.
Our time had come. Our time has passed.
We can never again go back to those days of simple minded innocence
And recreation. Simplicity and joy.
Happiness. Of just being in each others arms.
Instead we display false faces to the world.
Leaving them blind and hopeless to help.
When we ourselves were the ones decieved
Lying to ourselves
You in the arms of another