The Thoughts of Cory LaViska

Cory S.N. LaViska

November 23, 2008

I wonder what sees in me
Something that I still can’t see

A bright and charming, somewhat shy,
Introverted kind of guy?

I wonder why she always prays
For bright and sunny summer days

When all I want is cold and rain
A winter, bleak, and full of pain

I wonder why she always dreams
Of what this thing we call “life” means

To me it’s just the way things are
I never cared to think that far

I wonder why she holds me tight
On every day and every night

Even though I hold her back,
I must admit my grip is slack

I wonder if she knows inside
About the things I try to hide

All the thoughts, the way I feel
And all the scars that will never heal

I wonder if she’d hate me for
All the things I’ve done before

And even if she did forgive,
Is that a life that I could live?

I wonder if this could be real
Her smile, her love, the way I feel

Or maybe things aren’t what they seem
And this is just another dream

By Cory S.N. LaViska

September 5, 2008

Inside your head and all through your mind
There’s a broken dream that you left behind

It comes in and goes out, but it never leaves
You hide and you struggle, you suffer and grieve

Face to face, but you’re looking away
Pretending it’s night when it’s damn well the day

Refusing to go back because maybe it hurts
You dig yourself deeper, just making it worse

Accidents, apologies, regrets and mistakes
All the memories that made your heart ache

Are left there to live and dwell in your head
While they eat you alive and throw you up dead

But you’re stubborn and still and you won’t even talk
You just gaze at the stars and sneer at the clock

Like you have all the time a man possibly could
To tell her you love her, like you probably should

By Cory S.N. LaViska

May 20, 2008

Darkness sets in and clouds fill the sky
The evening waits patiently, life passes by

Off in the distance, she stands in a dress
She bears not a smile, her hair is a mess

Timid and restless with nowhere to turn
There’s so much to see and so much to learn

Go to her. Go! Don’t think with your mind
Think with your heart and see what you find

Step through the fog, breathe the cold air
The scenery changes…the girl isn’t there

A vision that seemed so alive and surreal
Is left for the darkness of night to conceal

Did it all go away when we gave up our youth?
Has destiny failed in its moment of truth?

Are all of our dreams meant to wither and die?
Or will we find light, through the tears that we cry?

By Cory S.N. LaViska

December 2, 2007

No carols, no bells
No cookies and tea
No ornaments hanging, not even a tree

There won’t be presents
There won’t be lights
There won’t be silly snowball fights

No Santa, no sleds
Not a single reindeer
No mistletoe hanging within a mile of here

No getting up early
No kids to be found
No toys, no laughing, not one cheerful sound

No stockings, no cocoa
Just a quiet little home
That’s what it’s like, to have Christmas alone

In the beginning of the month, my snack drawer inspired me to write a Haiku about a lonely ramen. Now, my snack drawer is empty and, once again, I have been inspired:

An empty drawer
No more snacks for me to eat
Wish I had ramen

One day, my greatness will be recognized.