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 - ------------------------------------------------------- as we head into the new millinium, knowing our lives will never be the same, as the past is always the past. we embrace new beginings, and look back at our failures and our achievments, learning from our experiances to pathe the way to a better future. We wish you well - Let the poetry flow ------------------------------------------------------- Life I strive and I struggle and begin to wonder why. Exactly why is it that we are alive? As I begin to painfully seek, the tears begin to pour down my eyes. Yet, I reach within myself to my feelings held inside. How can we possibly believe in life if we don't know why. Yes, why people are born everyday and everyday people die. What is the higher power that makes us go on our living ways. To struggle, to strive, to live like this every single day. I don't say that I've lost all hope, but I don't know why we are here. And, if we don't really understand why, then why is it death we fear? Why do we act in certain ways and do those things that we do? To think that we may be doing them differently, if, yes, if we only knew. I don't know if the reasons will find me, but I will still always search and try. Unless the answers aren't fated to find me, until the day I die. -damasa --------[Shredded Princess] You think you can clear my fog. Be personal with my haze and tell. Bring the smoke of a girl I kissed. One who has played the role of pawn, While she held dice in her hand. The players are the played, Then again you saw that coming. The truth has held this summer. Heat and liquor bring insanity. Enough that sun spots are scenery. The drum in your heart is not constant, You are the downed warrior it looks for. No dirt exists under the cement and asphalt. Therefor I assume nothing grows, can, or will. A struggle lost to an oppressor without mercy. To the victor goes the spoils and supposedly cheaters never prosper. That all seems to depend on the author of the books being burned. And so that lovely girl slips away in the night. Faded by my minds unclean dose. And hers. Red tents on the grounds of my fathers. -----[ --=SYCO=- ] The End ======= Will I see another day? Will it all be ok? This torment is killing me I wish I could only see Visions of hate fill me Feelings of rage motivate me Depression starves me No more pain Let it end now I am going insane I try to cope, but I don't know how I loved so blindly I hated no more Now it's over Finaly sober -Shadow Wolf Wish to Write ------------- I don't wish for much, actually I rarely do. Just something needs to be said, let go to be free. Yet, something, somewhere deep inside of me -- is holding on and won't share. Trapped or deserted, I'm not sure. Words and phrases float through my mind as air passes on a breeze. Sayings and lyrics spin around me, as I conserve my thoughts to thy. Explaining this feeling, deep inside, out of the sunshine and only flickering under the moonlight, I reach up and wonder why. Why can I not seem to find, the outlet that is so very mine? I don't wish for much, actually I rarely do. - Kamira August 3rd, 2000 Whananaki Peace & tranquilty can be found the air is diffrent, not a sound time forever, love not lost heart is warm, melting the frost love lifts you high reaching up to touch the sky insanity run from the pain see through diffrent eyes, its not the same join me in a world so free open your mind & you will see The sun shines brightly, the sky is blue diffrent shades of green, i never really knew the tui's in the trees, cicaders all around the surf rolling in, what a wonderful sound drifting over rocks & through the sand I'm really going to miss this fabulous land. 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. -------------------------------------------------------