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 - ------------------------------------------------------- "Aloft", she cries, holding her hand up high.. Not so simple afterall, Not so sweet. He is hypercritical, clutching the torn paper in his hand.. "Read it.." or don't.. ------------------------------------------------------- To be, is to be nothing Man, a withered feather spawned by the numberless others, all caged by the very same ignorance and empty faiths Faiths grown in the lush yet false fields of the mind, the imagination, the out cry for meaning and purpose, selfish and oblivious Ignorant are all, too conceited by their own being to grasp that it all is but a giant maze of unsolvable puzzles; a lock to which there belongs no key To be, is to be nothing, insignificant and lost in the endless distractions created by ourselves, riddles within the encrypted script of life We are but our own worst enemies, yet we may not be anything at all, inconceivable is the concept, that concept which plagues the few tormented souls that are blessed with the power to comprehend hopelessness Blessed is the mind too minute to shelter the meaning of never, and forever; the infinities which define our questionable existence If there is an answer to it all, a key to the indecipherable code, it is without importance, for what greater power would reveal it? As righteous and divine as they may seem from our warped point of view, our lost souls are forever weak and pathetic, yet we still know better than to place a stumbling block before the blind We are without hope, without meaning, without purpose; a piece so small in the colossal jigsaw puzzle of everything, that we are not required to make it complete. To be, is to be nothing ATT Untitled As I suffer through a lonely night Another struggle, Another fight A day of pain, hurt, and sorrow A night that makes me refuse to go on till morrow I see this world that makes me sick Filled with distraction, hate, lies and undesirable shit Our children will grow to love and flirt There children will go to hate and hurt Love in this society HA what a joke Flirts in this world are known as hoes Cry and beg and flee for your life Unless you want to feel the knife That blade of pain that everyone feels And think it will never effect them, yet it will They just don't know it And when it does it won't matter For the corruption will be twice as bad As it was for the ones who know it was Coming. elizabeth Siding Silence is all too silent, these dreams are killing me. Inside is hot and quiet, the fire is hard to see. Burns right into my heart, I've lost any control. You can feel my anger, the demons in my soul. So have my apathy, mixed with naivete, you taught me falacy, nothing's left of me... I take another hit, the smoke inside is real. Life is full of shit, that's how it makes me feel. Little things that kill, and these fucking dreams. Welcome to my hell, at least that's how it seems. So have my apathy, mixed with naivete, you taught me falacy, nothing's left of me... levi Drunk Drunk again Flying high Feel so good Never gonna die Dilusions of mind Poision of soul Down goes emotion Into a black hole Spining around Headed straight down Creativity swimming Reality drown Wasted hardcore Wanting more Life is a dream Or is it more than it seems? Pipe dream illuisions Wonderful dilusions Just sitting here With nothing to fear Shadow Wolf Hope I'm praying for your happines praying that the pain is gone hardly knew never forgotten I will remember your smile I will remember.. with tears and best wishes hope nny feeling music Sometimes i hear the music rhythm and movement Other times I feel the music coursing through me Breaking me down, a weapon from up high Usually I listen with baseline intensity and thought infrequently it throws me against a wall it has its way with me as i close my eyes as if in pain, and let it work the magic magic i have come to love, know, understand and want without it, a void ensues and i am lost, looking up, begging mea culpa my god, my heart I hear myself pray, to a god who lets me down asking, pleading, drowning in my own sound does he hear me, ignore me, hold me to blame as i hear each day, the sound of my own shame as i hold out my wrists, all bloody and torn I look at him, eyes wide and forlorn he said he did not expect this from me it is not the answer to set me free how many times have i heard that i cry then ask myself why? it is not i that has let you down your faith in humanity, you have not found Who do you think i am, your god? shocked i look at him and nod How do you expect anyone to hear when it is yourself you do fear. fear me not and you will see the answers to set you free. 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