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 - ------------------------------------------------------- i found a deer skin covered lyrics book hidden away in a small antique shop. with the inscription "to josh, with much love from lilla. march 1909" then " keepsake to the greys 1918" and now in 2002 i find myself reciting the words from this book to my friends children. the power of words last longer than a lifetime. ------------------------------------------------------- Comes a Knight Comes a Knight in armor Riding to his goal. Comes a Knight in armor, His story now be told. Riding to the battlefield, Into the dragon's lair, To fight the daily battles Waiting for him there. His strength, it sometimes falters. His faith, it sometimes wanes. It's from his Lady's love His courage doth he gain. The battlefields range far and wide She cannot follow there. He takes her golden bracelet And a locket of her hair. The battle rages hotly. He hears her loving name. The dragon's nostrils flair And try to snuff his flame. He needs a guiding beckon, A candle in the dark. He ties her scarf upon his lance And charges for the heart. Today he is victorious The daily battle's done. The people praise his valor. Her scarf tells why he's won. I want to sing to you And everyone should know that. Shakespare-texas Pack of cigarettes Lying on the floor disappointment boredom not much more without my glasses I can't see angry tired hungry and me... R.B Ennis Suicide version 2 This sewercide's been a long and wild ride as I slip and slide I still walk in stride through the clouds wondering aloud - can anyone hear me scream I miss everyone so dearly such a bad dream life was rough held my head down hung tough as I looked down at my body stuffed on the ground thought no one cared since no one even shared even a simple smile - all the while I couldn't see never crossed my mind that it was only me maybe my mental wasn't straight now I hate the painful fate left to mother sisters friends brothers and others I'll miss you all thought I had to take the fall couldn't handle the weight of it all I think was it too heavy reverse the action if I could should or would I? in a heartbeat just to see my family - heal their grief thought it was a way out fast never had doubts passed my mind once now I miss you all feeling like a dunce opposed to face the music - wondering why in the hell did I choose it reality is hard to recapture but so easy to lose it released from the pain - no just ashamed looking in the mirror think damn why did I kill myself life was so dearer there was always hope never did I scope it in realistic terms love hurts much but this just burns now that I'm gone I'm screaming damn! I should have seend scam - I just don't understand what happened to my masterplan? (c) 2001 J. Oquendo sil @ antioffline . com The anger I amass, Is vast, from being past, Over catching cold shoulder, being told "he'd be cute if only he was older" turns me bolder, colder. No doubt, assed out, with some girls asked out. alcohol filled veins Ensures I'm passed out. trying to embrace and extend The nature of our friend, ship, cause of your lips, and hips, I'm wanting to make trips. down south, from navel to mouth. thus inebriation, makes me forget my station, and patience, taking vacations, from reality. You'd mean so much to me. if only you'd let me, be that which I can. Not boy, but a man, so many plans, and its frustrating, when your dating, primates, stating manly how uncanny they fuck you. Who never will love you, and yet trust you, at least enough to screw, so when you blew me, off, I scoff at the happiness you just lost. The Mo-Man Story Weaver - Part I You weaved me a story, one of you being one thing and I being the other. You weaved me a story, to make yourself look like someone that I once wanted. You weaved me a story, placing yourself in a position that would make you seem impassiable. You weaved me a story, leading me to believe, that you were the one. The one that could save me, the one that would defend me, the one that should keep me. You weaved me a story, tying pieces together, that only one other would know. You weaved me a story, letting me think that you - you really cared. You weaved me a story, one to fall for and sink into. Not letting go, anywhere. You weaved me a story, making me think this or that, supposedly "allowing me". You are the one to believe me. You are the one to love me. You are the one that would never leave. You weaved me a story, binding me to only you, or so that's what you thought. You weaved me a story, getting me to see things, things that were not there. You weaved me a story, one that a girl would love, and a woman would hate. You weaved me a story, that you thought would buy me. A story that you didn't realize ... was something I knew better than. was something I made up. was something I never wanted. You weaved me a story, now there are these threads, slowly they will be tied off. You weaved me a story, that someday will have no more strings and be done. You weaved me a story, strand by strand, I shall forget, or at least leave. You weaved me a story, one that I want no part of, twisted, scented and all you. Nothing is left between us, you thought you knew better. Yet, you weaved me a story. - Kamira October 1st, 2000 - (c)Copyright Pride at work Work life a slave live life a prisoner all wrapped up in pride there is no escape invisable bonds keep me trapped i crave the freedom can i afford the price? 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