I understand your hatred then,
But not now.
Because I wish you,
As well as I can.
And you wish worse
For me.
Maybe you are more
Like me
In that sense.
Everything's a Story
A collection of Short Stories, poetry, and other assorted creative produce by Cory Dinkel.....some may be multiple parts.
Ask me anything
March252013
March172013
I sometimes wonder,
If you felt like me,
Alone and 18,
Standing with you.
February82013
I remember being younger
and missing you terribly
and the world made no sense
now I’m older
and you are gone from me
and the world is the same
September262012
Carolina
We drove the Blue Ridge Parkway, my hand on your thigh
We struggled to separate, the horizon from the sky
Imperfection so perfect we enjoyed the rain and ice cream
Your parents blanket and some shooting stars above is all the romance we need
My arm it shook with nerves as you lay softly upon my shoulder
We talked about the future like the fools we were, and the prospect of growing older
I stumbled for the words to tell you how i felt, and how everything felt so good
Then you smiled at me and I saw your tears and that said more than I could
Our hearts were one in Carolina
I held you close in my car
Our shattered hearts were far behind us
But the memory of you is safe in my arms
I read your note the next day, forever was underlined
I wish you still meant that now, I wish I had made up my mind
You needed more than I gave, more than I knew how
I just wish I loved you then, the way I do now.
So we returned to that state, in search of a song
I fought so hard for love, but I know it’s long gone
There’s a reason for this, I know i’ll understand someday
But all the optimism in the world can’t send regret away
Our hearts broke in Carolina
We drove silent in my car
The broken pieces they are before us
But the memory of you is safe in my arms
Though our love it fades,
Carolina stays the same
And so do our memories.
11PM
Last Night I Dreamt I Was an Architect
Last night I dreamt I was an Architect
Erecting buildings so beautiful and tall
But my reality showed its face
And it toppled them all
I awoke to paper cities,
Built upon ideas of stone
That I only seem to visit
When I’m feeling alone
Last night I dreamt I was an artist
Painting you from my line of sight
Though my work was based on memory
And i struggled to get the colors just right
Morning came and the canvas was empty
And the brushes sat bare
It’s obvious I’m waiting
For inspiration that’s not there
Last night I dreamt I was a poet
You danced along my words so kind
Then I wrote you a sonnet
Called “Now I changed my mind”
The blank pages stare at me
So I pick up the pens
And I cry over my failures
As a new day begins
Last night I dreamt I was an architect
Though I wasn’t asleep
And Im told I can do anything
But these are feelings I can’t keep
August112012
High School Parking Lot
Oh how I needed a guiding light,
And you were shining like The North Star.
Your hair as curled as my heart knotted,
Playing music in your car.
I never felt less alone
With our fingers interlaced.
As we talk about the others
That we’ve recently replaced
Your eyes tell me a story,
As I lean in for a kiss
And I pray to God you’re not someone
That I ever have to miss
Then you sigh and say your happy,
More than you’ve ever been.
And even if your feelings change,
I know you meant it then.
April302012
One of Many
I am increasingly aware of these hauntings,
And that the monster in my closet is Life.
A raging monster slaying the optimist in me,
Idealism becomes a blanket to the beast
Hiding me from sight but not detection.
How easy sheets fall
And I find my self yet again face to face.
My hopes torn asunder by cries of his unfairness
But I know far better.
For Life is a monster, But even he is afraid
Of the people that make him that way.
And I’m just another one.
April282012
Sonnet 1
I shudder to recall those eyes of green
Though within my closed eyes they remain,
And how I wish it were far more obscene
When these feeble ears are kissed by your name.
I am but a slave to my own vice
That I continue to drink of your smile,
and both my head and heart you do entice
In ways I fear are becoming ever vile.
Your home in my heart will become vacant
And I fear I never had one in yours,
It was always my belief you were sent
In a time of sorrow, now I’m not sure.
My goodbyes before have been so empty,
Because I fear I need you to need me.
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