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 - ------------------------------------------------------- We are lacking material for the poetry venture, so anyone that has been meaning to submit and has not as yet. please do. I have enough material for the next two Poetry Ventures. I have some amazing peices of work submitted on behalf of but i am still awaiting permission by the orginal authors to use their work. Thanks for keeping the Poetry Venture going, lets continue to keep the poetry flowing... ------------------------------------------------------- On Top of The World I was awoken, by cold, fresh air. The rising sun glowed on me, Soothing my heart. Whiteness of the snow, coated the great mountain - I stood. Looked up - the sky - the heavens, I felt the smoothness of the wind, as it flew by me - wooossshhh Looking down I saw the wide landscape, Beautified by Mother Nature. Low mountains simulated a sea of blue. The creeks, rivers, valleys - so special, so natural. Could I be dreaming of such place? Whether I am or not - one thing's certain - I'm on top of the world. Daniel *unlock the star* unlock my star- witnout forgiveness in your eye flim of passion between your lips. dripping from the sky two foes lay underneth the tree of sorrow. when they sleep they share the same bed the same dreams the same loss fallen and sullen broken and admired rushing through my serbral cortex thousands of thoughts flood and are protried in my eyes this infinte mirror that shows my true face across from me. joe shmo Crazy Love makes you crazy, and maybe thats why when one falls down, they're called clown. Wanting to drown in others sympathy, needing self empathy. Feeling empty, it dents the exterior, makes you watch posterior, and doubt posterity. Destroys soulful prosperity, Begging asked "Where is the fondling of hair?" shrugged away with "who cares... and not fairs!" Not always this way, but today, the world seems more gray, this fallocy pathetic, this love diabetic, insolently lacking insolin to win, needing diaretic, so I can piss on love, and from above this must all seem rather petty, whetting my appetite destruction, getting my desire's fire lit. Failing time and again like a half wit, sometimes the ass and tit is more thrilling as its a goal thats mock fullfilling, I am only willing to half engage in it, how does one win this sick sordid affair that ordinarily dares one jump the deadly cliff, when does it uplift? Does it ever? TheMo-Man silent mo(u)rning resolution ---------------------------- i've been sitting here in silence, reflecting upon my pain; where is the friend you promissed me, is all my love in vain? what has happend to us I wonder: what of the unique bond between your, once gentle most caring self and the shadow of my being keen? a single path I thought I'd follow meeting yours in time ahead is my dream, my goal truly hollow; enough to bathe my path in red. I had hoped for the lonely souls' fortune in sweet tender lingering below stars both of us living through each others' devotion in spite of previously attained scars. r e solution my grand vision has failed me your fortune came quickly my last few breaths I therefore spend in meaninglessness -brx ] 02.01.03 / 04:53 am [ "Someone Is Going To Go Crazy Today" Dedicated to Kan Mikami all nerves cut all morality torn asunder someone is going to go crazy today two jets slam into the Twin Towers a neighborhood turned into a concentration camp an army tank as a makeshift playground a country liberated at gunpoint someone is going to go crazy today a young man straps himself with explosives a young girl being raped by a soldier a father watching his sons executed in the streets a new life born deformed someone is going to go crazy today a library torched in the name of learning a hospital destroyed by a missile a mass grave of women and children a war without end someone is going to go crazy today someone is going to go crazy today... someone someone is... going... crazy today, today... M.A Rodriguez Deliberation of fate The silent scream from deep within A shake of the head, a smile given The words pound upon deaf ears A turn of the face to hide the tears I turn to look him in the eye He wants to know why i cry He sees the pity upon my face just for a second as i lose all grace "I do not love you" is my reply the words leaving my lips with a humble sigh So gone were my worries that kept me awake This curse now binds me to my fate Of all the love I think is true I hear the words "I love you" Then to finish the sentance with this too "But i am not IN love with you" Blaise ------------------------------------------------------------ E D I T O R: geekgrl@attrition.org ------------------------------------------------------------ to receive new issues via e-mail, send mail to fuckpoem-request@attrition.org with "subscribe" in the subject. --------------------------------------------------------------- A V A I L A B I L I T Y: WWW: http://www.attrition.org/poetry ---------------------------------------------------------------- S U B M I S S I O N S: e-mail geekgrl@attrition.org with the subject: Poetry submission all e-mails that are not in a ascii text format will be rejected. ----------------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright. 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