Cory Childs

Cory Childs Dec 2010

The hole spews out disease and rot
devoid of fleshy substance
Engrossed by such a gruesome plot
I gulp the zombie's pretense

What makes the morbid fascination
justifying obfuscation?

Now, I see there is no sense
in coining truth that's hardly grown
One thing I've come to understand:
exploit their fear of the unknown

Cory Childs Dec 2010

Juvenilia: Minimally Waged

If precious time to freely spend
is all that you could offer me,
with a great deal, I must contend;
I don't feel the fairest harmony.

My mailbox needs fixing.
My muscle is burning.
My value is changing.
I'm tired of hurting.

If precious time to freely spend
is all that you could offer me,
I wonder why I'm so content
to whine of overdue upkeep.

Why must work be so hard?
Why should work be so hard?

Now, without further adieu,
I'll prove from you what I have learned:
I can love what I'd like to!
I'll make every moment beauty earned.

My mailbox needs fixing!
My muscle is burning!
My value is changing,
I'm tired of hurting!

Cory Childs Oct 2010

Juvenilia: Falling Fancy

O! what enthralling beauty!
This love was quite a catch!
And though our dawn burned through me,
those feelings never last.

The edge that I had felt you with
has dulled and lost its shine.
While, once, I wore you well,
something new will suit me fine.

(or)

Fancy leaves an open space
that's turned to Love or left with haste

Originally written in November of 2008. The more succinct version was written in November of 2010.

Cory Childs Feb 2010

Juvenilia: Don't Settle for Settling Down

After all that toil, my journey is through.
I am home, to wander no longer.

My success has born such rich rewards.
Isn't comfort what we all long for?

My skin is satisfied, but my insides itch.
Embers call for me to blaze onward.

I'm growing bored of these restless hands.
I am not content with contentment.

— The End —