F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S ------------------------------------------------------- - t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e - ------------------------------------------------------- Poetry is reflection, like looking deep into the still waters of a lake, powers of emotion set like the ripples that form, from the light touch of a breeze to the force of a rock being dropped. ------------------------------------------------------- Untitled You complete me. how ironic, until now I never felt the void. I fear emotion, but love most of all. By loving you, I give you the power to hurt me, Will you be different and not use it? The question slowly kills me. The answer I want to hear, never said aloud, only spoken in my imagination. Completion. Fill me. Make me whole. My void is your home. My soul, your doormat. You conquer me. without once striking a blow. You destroy me. until it's all I can do, not to beg to be destroyed again. Find me. Search me. Make me yours. Temptation devours my thought process.. until all I want is you. Complete me. -kh A mask of mirrors See the fool, he's dancing wearing a mask of mirrors pointing at others meaning himself. See the fool, he's pointing at others, he thinks. Yet he is the fool he's pointing at in the mirror. 20th July 1998 Ripclaw Memory of Friday ---------------- Laying on the bed. Closed eyes, arms reaching outwards, I reach for you, smelling and feeling you near. Upon the waves of the air, your soft scent lingers. The warm-ness of your body, against mine. Softness of your caresses, move gently across my skin. Opening my eyes, then letting go, I see you are not there. The images of you and I, blur together and disappear. Within the surrounding air, I hear only my breath. There is no one against my body, or touching me in any way. Shaking my head, dismissing the past, I get up and out of bed. Turning the knob, I ask to not be robbed. Robbed of my sanity, from the madness of the vacuity. Swirling about me, the currents of emotions and air. Turning around, raindrops pour down over the window. Watching what I wish for, since dreams seem to always fall apart. Thank you for granting me that night. - Kamira November 4, 1998 Hydrogen Ball There is was up in the coulds, burning orange and gray. The glorified ugly demise, of another day. It's colors changing constantly, turn to blue and black. Just like the sky's been bruised, the demon's coming back. Bringing hell along with him, again darkness will reign. Shadows seem to drift away, a darkened stain remains. It's cold and damp, it's dark outside, surrounded by our sorrow. The people pray in vain and hope, to see the light tomorrow. But then the sky comes alive, as clouds are blown away. Midnight came and left again, he left his pseudo-day. Light from this glowing mass, reflects upon the night. The sphere mirror seems to shine, but stars put up a fight. Speckled lights across the sky, are faint but plain to see. A hole of light is brighter though, it dances down to me. It's rises high above this mess, then falls back down below. Again the sky is cold and black, this emptiness I know. On the verge of suicide, the shining ball arrives. This mass of burning hydrogen, has burned into my eyes... -Levi To Find Freedom: Of all the blessed things life brings I wish to run, take flight, grow wings To hear your child laugh & play only to watch them get taken away to fall in love so deep & true only to know that love is not for you to get that job you've dreamed about losing sight of why you took that route acquiring the tension and the stress ending up in early death let us stop to smell the roses or show off our assests, just like possers only to go back to reality & find you can't catch up, your too far behind STOP this world i want to get off its moving to fast, it has to stop as I fall back into my sheltered relm the lonliness builds, and overwelms as I stand on the edge to the valley below leaving my foot prints in the snow I watch an eagle soar higher than me and all i wish is my heart to break free. Blaise leather constricting, rubbing raw, blood flows free. metal rings cold against arm, pain fires through. chain flows away into the wall. a virtual cross am i. eyes closed it could be a noose more leather adourns the neck. cold steel hangs below touching my neck. restricts and reminds me of all things controlled. at the mercy of her. life in her hands all my choice. essential trust i barely gave. everything i value in the air over so often. my will caves in, pleasure ensues. trust and faith scare people else bondage would enjoy greater frequency. mortals fear it, and reap no rewards it may bring. oh the lack of control, how it feels how i shudder as she rapes me. my mouth full of her flesh or i might scream no. cult_hero 4.16.99 ------------------------------------------------------- E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com, geekgrl@attrition.org ------------------------------------------------------- to receive new issues via e-mail, send mail to majordomo@attrition.org with "subscribe poetry". if you do not have FTP access and would like back issues, send a list of missing issues and they will be sent. ------------------------------------------------------- A V A I L A B I L I T Y: AnonFTP: FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK/POETRY WWW: http://www.attrition.org/~poetry ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author. ------------------------------------------------------- F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997