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 - ------------------------------------------------------- A vision of words choursing through ones mind, forever fleeting, just out of ones grasp or consumed in memeory for all time. Let us hear the poetry flow........ ------------------------------------------------------- There's poison running through my veins touch me and you'll feel the pain Hold me in your arms and cry for you will very surely die I've been tormented very cruelly by our nice society Now I've become the tool to bring this pain to me and you Death comes from just touching me open your eyes and you will see I am the evil that lives within our society so grim Come on out and feel for true what this evil will do to you You will feel things your mind cannot know and in your heart will begin to grow The evil darkness that turned me from that which I used to ne Into that which I am today a thing that lives and breathes to slay Sweet young innocents such as you So that you can become tools to Tearing flesh and bone apart burrowing outward from the heart The evil will live and you will not as all of your goodness turns to rot You will die and you will live and all the pain you've got you'll give Back to the society that made people like you and me Voyager AS YOU WAIT FOR YOUR BUS, TRAIN OR TRAM YOUR HEART AND MIND RUSHES WITH EMOTION MAINLY ANGER AT THE MIND SEWER WE HAVE COME TO CREATE FOR YOUR, MINE, OUR CHILDREN TO DROWN IN FULL OF THE CRUELEST LOVE AND THE KINDEST HATE WHAT FUTURE DO WE HAVE IF WE CANT LOVE OURSELVES AND THE WORLD SURROUND PLEASE LET THERE BE FOUND TIME FOR BEAUTY the Phantom of Thought shadow hand My skin has loosened from my body Eyes lost all focus Nerve endings severed I have no sweat No words No emotion Today i am a shadow Let me walk Two steps behind you Hold your shadow hand spleen Healed? when two plus two are three and rooms ain't rooms just as the hand becomes a knee they consider you healed ripclaw 23rd June 1998 Fiona's Shadowboxer song fills the air, taken in by knowing the feeling of that happening. Having lived it, been it, and seen it, I wonder why I let you do that to me. Maybe it was navity, or hope. Maybe it was stupidity, or love. No matter what it was that caused it, I hope to never go through it again. Causing me to doubt, the very thing that I believed in. Turning my world upside down, and inside out. Now I know, is no time to pout. Having survived you, I will never return ... even if I could, it would only be to cause you pain. Never linger here, for I will find you, and cause you more harm, because my heart is now gone, you deserve your due. Looking around, I close my eyes, I feel your presence, don't think I will ever take one of your presents, for I learned already, that they may be beautiful, but when they are truly revealed, it is all lies. Leaving you behind me, I walk out the door, you chose your prize, and now it is your turn to die. - Kamira, November 11th, 1997 Debt of Time unknown pre-requisite, debt of time service for the unworthy labor of love and duty to self how refined can we make our punishment self sacrifice, self driven it is our way by our choice alone twisted path only we see clear our way is not chosen, more second nature giving what we may under scrutiny for the most demanding; ourselves we live and breath this resolve our own cross to bare destined to be forgotten meek, downtrodden the way we want it. beautiful attrition mea_culpa Spoil the World Where is the heart, where is the soul look at humanity, what are we told spare the rodd, spoil the child a place where creatures run wild nowhere do i see a helping hand what is happening to this land music changes for someones selfish reasoning not considering to others its pleasing we are all on a schedule, its all about money society with a day without violance would seem too funny we are living in a world without hope we learn to survive, we learn to cope. Blaise ------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------