Biography of Corey Baker
'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.)
Children are future,
Corey Baker's Works:
'The NeverBeginning Story'
(Working the kinks out with Disney)
Corey Baker Poems
Damaged stares are smoking the waterfalls Focused pain creates moods Needles of faith, Empires of rust Martyrs are buried, insanity lost
I Don'T Know Your Name.
How can you breath inside of Why can't I see what you've shown? Show me what I can't have. Take it away from me.
The Pump Atrophied
I said, ' To leave me, and borderline the rest, will kill me. I will be desecrated.' To this She replied, 'Never cared, you, said I was God, but never tithed to me, used my name in couragous vain, and hated.'
Final Step Towards Absentation
In water, all things are alike, drowning, floating, grasping for the air that doesn't exist.
Consanguineous And Speechless
Lifeless but loving life, failed at everything, and everyone. Christ-lover and minority aggravator,
We are the burning, mangled trees living in fear of the ones who bleed Faggot trails compel small children's prayers Enveloped in strange godless tears.
Your god was born inside your mind, manifested, changed and sublimed. It is wrong and immoral, this sweet dirty god,
How many people died today? Bit their bearings and left? Never saw the light, if any,
A Destruction Of Humanity
Remorse is a believer, face the quiet titles Lust has overgrown and noticed, only by readers of the bible,
Hearing the voice of their own god, it must be a pleasure, to feel his presence and indulge his treasures.
Scraped and re-done, over and over given to the child, his parents grew colder escaped a view, and he groped the covers
Nazi stain on strain, forced to beleive To love a man vile and out-dated Fears of his god were always hated
lake of possesion mind in depression failed to remember to live
Middle Class Bible
Eat the fat to clense your worth See your god to buy your birth Beleive the lies, hymen the nights
Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray
My world is unaffected
Clone the god, its best when it sighs
Clone the god, it's all inserted lies
My world is unaffected