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 - ------------------------------------------------------- r=m+(m2-q2-s/m2)1/2 as poetry never stops forming from the depths of our souls ------------------------------------------------------- Untitled (June 17, 1998) in silence i scream i cry i hurt i have no focus no concentration no direction no chosen path no control of myself of my life of my mind i'm not in -Aercho Immunity Someone crawling At the dead of night Gushung rain, dazzling one's mind Raindrops falling As if in a trivial triumphal procession They washed all sins away Waiting for a brand new day To claim their rightful possession Former friends passing forehead-taps Thought that it would be better To bury their face in their laps someone suddenly pales An errand-boy returned the dead letter For dead men tell no tales. Double D. deluded sense of self wrapped in overactive imagination I wonder who I am and wonder if there's any sort of answer artificial amusement compliments paid for pity's sake confluence of emotional being myriad impressions floating through my mind evanescent soul not complete my doubts return en masse to mock my futility once more desiderata tyro to love, to not being loved. Sitting back wondering if there's any way for me to win. Checkmate. -kel askwhy So dark these woods, how can I see. Wretched darkness, a tomb filled with anarchy. Periouls' are laid, and danger is passed. With each step taken I draw nearer to the grass. Then in that field of hopes and dreams. All structures placed are not quite as they seem. A shady tree atop a hill, Quick to the meadow I run to reach that thrill. Finally at that destination to which I sought. I lay in the shade and become distraught. The meadow gone again not to be found. Surrounded by darkness I start to drown. The willow above me succumbs and weeps, Through the darkness I fear I am plunged in deep. Awakened to find the forest path. The goal to leave again and escape the wrath. Leaving behind a track of woes, I run along, to the meadow I go. The course is new as it always is. Laid down by that almighty mind of his. For my own perpouse I do not know, So to the meadow of hopes I seek and go. mizaru outcast in company of outcast among the banished slight prayer for the punished musical benediction parting psalm for the future deceased guilty by association sixth world waiting don't you love? all but the truth our witness mea culpa RIPPED APART...... The time has come to say nigh nigh's better than all the shitty goodbyes let us fuck just for the night we have the rest of our lives to fight Consumed by guilt, and punishment of tide show me the way, nowhere to hide Forced out in a rage too fierce to concede Rip me apart make me bleed Violate my mind, rape my soul shred all dignity that made me whole I will not fight you, I will not die I'll fuck you now and say good-bye. 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. -------------------------------------------------------