F U C K E D  U P  C O L L E G E  K I D S
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                - t h e  p o e t r y  v e n t u r e -
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        Finding a place that influances our thoughts is not only
	a place to sit and walk around in but a place within our
	being. no matter where we be, we have that place forever
	in us.

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	Paradise

	Take me and my love
	Away to a place
	Where we can live and love
	In our own space

	Stop all time   
	Let us open our eyes
	To be free   
	In this paradise

	-Shadow Wolf 



	My Accounting

	I can not talk before a croud
	and as to often
	I don't speak out loud.

	how shall I apologize for deeds
	that I'm not even told
	and still I rue a thousandfold

	and today i felt like a criminal
	you give a better treatment
	to any animal

	I must say today I aint a winner
	each time I set the table
	seems that only judas comes to dinner

	I'ld like to know the icy cage holding you a captive
	you aint the only one ever hurt
	seems like no-comment is your first directive

	All hope of someone hearing my muffled screams -
	and the silence that is louder -
	locked before the doors and out it seems

	Ripclaw
	"Danke, Nina S."




	the line

	Not broken
	Is the line
	Between
	Sea and sky.
	Universe above my head
	And unknown world beneath
	My boat.
	Adrift. 
	Passing boats
	Are just that.
	My welcome is easily overstayed
	For my space is small
	And i like 
	The line between sea and sky
	Unbroken.

	spleen.



	response   

	imminent rain to cascade down                            pushing down quietly
	cleanse the rough edge of it all                      smooth out our feelings
	look into the clouds that obscure                         see nothing of help
	block your desperate view of heaven                           often by choice
	while you stand ready on hell.          knowing, preparing for things to come

	anxious to consume the rage                     tearing you apart from within
	filling your heart with dread                   squeezing the life out of you
	the hate worse than the bile             less pleasant as skin and flesh heal
	to feel it all again                                              again again

	mea culpa.

	


	SACRIFICE

	Of all the things that come & go
	friends are rare & should be treasured so
	People treat them just like trash
	then their gone in a flash

	to feel the comfort of one so true
	is when you know this friends for you
	Nuture & love it with respect
	don't let it die with neglect

	Going through life being stabbed in the back
	but that is life, and thats a fact
	I will die for my friends that is true
	ask yourself, would i die for you?

	blaise



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