I'm Coral. I write and like the things I like.

societycalls:

The Front Bottoms//Twin Size Mattress- Studio acoustic Version 

It’s no big surprise you turned out this way.

When they close their eyes and prayed you would change
And they cut your hair, and sent you away
You stopped by my house the night you escaped
With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay
You said, “Hey man, I love you but no fucking way”

(via jenn-glenn)

" If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. "
Ocean Blues.

If you, the ocean, promise to swallow up my blues, 

Mixing them with your own brilliant hues,

I swear that I would bathe all night in you.

If you told me you’d wash the past off my skin like pieces of sand at dusk,

Before the sun has a chance to duck behind the rocks,

I swear that I would bathe all night in you.

If you, the sea, swore my faded sins would cease to be,

I’d let your salt ridden winds fill my lungs generously.

I wouldn’t move, I’d never leave.

I’d bathe in you endlessly.

-clr


Fearless.

Finally, strapped in and ready to fly. Never in a million years did I imagine doing such a thing, relinquishing all of my control like this. Never say never. I can’t believe I was talked into this, now I’m at the point of no way down but well, down.  The only thing between me and a certain death? An over stretched rubber band. Stepping towards the edge, I flinch. I think about where I was five minutes ago, down there safe and sound. But how much safer am I down there then up here? At least up here I’m strapped in. The only comfort I find is in the fact that five minutes from now, I’ll be thinking about this moment and laughing at the fear that’s crippling me now. So I just do it. I let go and fall. I’m used to falling in and out of things; this is just a very literal form of falling. Around me the, air is thick with past screams of the ones who dared to fly before me. My ears snap, crackle and pop until I land in a web that wraps security around me. And I’m done. I flew and I’m all the better for it.

-clr.


The Singer.

You bring out the singer in me. 

The one who knows about the blues. 

The one who hit’s those B’s and C’s. 

You bring out the sun, stars and moon. 

The student playing a guitar underneath a tree. 

The one who throws rocks at your window. 

The undercover mariachi.

The lover who in the rain, holds up their stereo 

for you to listen. The crooner who sings in the cabaret of my heart. 

The world stands still when the melody flows. 

When the only thing you hear is my voice go far 

and reach secret compartments of your soul. 

The ground shivers when I open my mouth

When the singer’s insides spill out. 

 -clr.


First.

It would be much too dangerous to talk about a first love. This would imply having to dig my claws into the dampest corners of my mind to pick out shards of memories. I read somewhere that we never actually remember moments, we can only recall the last time we remembered them. So that’s how you forget. I’ve uncovered the secret. The more you tighten your grip on the past, the more you chip away at it until there’s nothing left. All I’ll have to show from all this constant digging and poking around in my skull is dirt and dry blood underneath my fingernails.

-clr.