Poems by Cory Alexander Cwiak
Real Men Of Genius
Mr. Creepy Cell Phone talker!
Here’s to you, Mr. Creepy Cell Phone talker, you walk around campus and you
want everyone to know.
Wants everyone to know!
You don’t let anybody function in
peace. You’d rather ask why she always has to start the arguments.
Why do you always start the arguments?
You were a tie die shirt because
you can.
Never takes it off!
And to add to the confusion, there
isn’t a bathroom for miles.
He’s going to have to hold it!
Mr. Creepy Cell Phone Talker, this
bud’s for you.
Drinking and talking at the same time!
“The Conversation”
CLEAN SCARES ME
I
FEAR MY NIPPLES
I fear them too because they are clean
My
nipples are oddly sparkly.
My nipples taste like pepperoni and vinegar
I
love that little glue bubble that forms at the end of glue bottles.
I went to thousands of lakes
No those were puddles in my backyard
That's
depressing.
But there was this one time I saw a river
I was sitting on the roof of my house watching the gutter, because
I am to poor to afford a TV
I
sat in my bathroom looking at my feet because I can't afford food.
I don’t have feet.. I sold
them for the gutters
My face is turning blue and my lungs feel like they are missing
Do you know what it could be?
Maybe it is AIDS
Or testicular cancer.
No... I think it is more serious then that
Like
a common cold?
No..
Runny nose
Oh
god no, not a runny nose..
Go
kill yourself before it spreads!
I wanted to make sure of something before I saved the world
I sold my left arm to get tested for runny nose
Turns out I just forgot to breathe
But
my nipples are not dirty.
Not to mention the fact that I sold my nipples to the tooth fairy
I had to or else she would not take my teeth
That
fairy was always mean.
And I think she took something else while I was sleeping
I think it might be related to why I cant
go to the bathroom
That
makes me sad inside.
I
found a bag of kittens in the river and they were all sad inside..
I pulled a bag out of the river and these kittens were sad, so I
put them back in
That's
what you always should do. Otherwise Santa gets pissed.
I was on the naughty list
until I
bribed Santa with my two legs
he got me
an electric scooter but the sad thing is it was missing a few
unimportant pieces
like the
wheels, the battery, the seat, the frame, the cabling, the handlebars, and the
motor.
I
have to go pick up my monkey from the gutter.
I sold my right hand for a monkey
then ran
away
then the
monkey ran away
I'm
going home. I'll bring the basket to pick your remains up tomorrow for BINGO.
YAY!
Do I get to play with the poke-a-dot pen?
it is my
turn to buy a new one
I shall sell the remains of my right arm
now I’m a
body and a head... I think I have all the important things
Good Day.
Ouch..
Escape
I can not redeem
the pain and hate I bring
My mind is racing,
praying to stay sane
hoping I can explain
wishing to remain
Every time I scream
I feel the pain I bring
I feel the dreams that plead
they plead to be believed
I can not remain
to be found and seen
my guilty heart bleeds
for redemption and mercy
I won’t go insane
I’ll stop all the pain
assume my mentality
escape my frailty
I can not explain
why I won’t maintain
my mind is falling apart
now my lies will scream
I must be seen
ripping at my seams
preserve your sanity
run away from me
Pure Once
Run away
don’t look back
Keep away
Don’t touch
Evil and hate
hidden behind a joyful face
temptation and manipulation
are his ways
Innocence lost
determination remains..
To right the wrongs,
to restore what has been taken
Once before,
word was good
Once before,
laugh was real
Once before,
mind was pure
Now he’s gone,
fallen to his own psychotics
his mind is tainted,
with false hopes
with unfulfilled expectations
with hopeless devoid..
So he searches...
for something real..
For something not taken,
for something he can destroy
He knows no more life
only anger and hate
for anything and everything..
Hate escalates to abomination
the need to redeem..
It runs through his blood
pours from his eyes
He will have his day,
a day of infamy..
What a shame,
it comes to this..
sit here..
observe the destruction
Shake your head
oblivious to your cooperation
in this demise..
MY mind is a terrible thing for YOU to waste...
She Is My Addiction
Your like a drug
I can’t get enough
I always want you
I always need you
Here you come
to poison me again
it’s the stuff I
like
the poison only you
can bring
Your whisper is injecting
makes me shiver
you are my
addiction
my favorite
handicap
You know what I need
you know what I
want
Give me my dose
so I can relate to
a happy state
Wasted Time, Wasted Life
Look at this psychotic world
Hard to listen anymore
Mumbling nonsense,
Sapience vacuity..
Put forth your sense,
in it’s helpless
devoid,
show us your heart
my promise, you’ll
be seen
You’re lost,
helpless as can be
no direction
no sense
Let it free
don’t fear to
succeed
open your mind,
begin breathing
Beware of the dying seed,
the deterioration
of common being,
death before life,
and for what?
What is it that we need,
to save the foolish
fiend?