Corey Baker Poems
- Spurious Damaged stares are smoking the waterfalls Focused ...
- I Don'T Know Your Name. How can you breath inside of Why ...
- Malformed Hearing the voice of their own god, it must be a ...
- Crying Child Scraped and re-done, over and over given to the...
- Man's Son Nazi stain on strain, forced to beleive To love a ...
- Wet Suicide lake of possesion mind in depression failed to ...
- Middle Class Bible Eat the fat to clense your worth See your...
'I'm not like them, but I can can pretend. The sun is gone, but I have a light. The day is done, but I'm having fun. I think I'm dumb. Maybe just happy.'
-Kurt Donald Cobain
(Some of these poems were originally written when I was going through a 'I hate life, I hate myself' era, the ones in all lowercase are downers, for some reason I do that. Don't just read one either, if you do, you might not like the aftertaste.)
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Damaged stares are smoking the waterfalls
Focused pain creates moods
Needles of faith, Empires of rust
Martyrs are buried, insanity lost
Minus one, forever masturbated
Under the covers of a book
a paper binding
Overboard on a capsule
Drowning in nothingness
Major Tom is still lost
His wife will never know
Knife wielding Manson kin
midnight wishful garbageman
Seraphim's Swastika, neverending songs
choirs of insects burn and reflect no light
Primates rapes human minds
cannibal music sways the trees
the night of God and his apes ...