From jericho at attrition.org Tue Nov 30 04:38:45 2004 From: jericho at attrition.org (security curmudgeon) Date: Tue Nov 30 04:39:00 2004 Subject: [fuckpoem] PV 061 Message-ID: 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 wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry, that is; prose -- words in their best order; poetry -- the best order." -- Coleridge. ------------------------------------------------------- The Dearest One Too Far For Me to Touch. It hurts to see you with him, and not with me. I was the one that brought you two together--if I could have only seen. The closer you two become, the further away I drift. And this pain kills me inside deeply, too much to even speak of. Instead of speaking, I write these words, though I doubt I can work up the courage to give this to you. You were the night that completed my day, the sunshine that broke through after the storm. You were there when I needed someone to talk to, and you were there when I needed someone to cry with. You were the one that I truly wanted...and I still love you so much, but you are the dearest one, too far for me to touch. --Doesn't it just kill you when the moment that you can no longer have someone, that time when your chance is up, that you realize how much you really do care for them, or love them, and you can no longer have them. -damasa Summer Freshly birthed summer powered with inate ability of breath arrest and tear release by sweet pollen scent, clothed in leaf greens and aquamarine skies, I try restricting my pleasures from the afflicting treasures of the sun disk, tsk tsk tsk. Give in! As a child I enjoyed time and again. Called my friends I played and stayed until the incandescents I so learned to resent. Presented themselves, ending my day. At least until the unsuing one, new days new fun. THAT is the message I'm teaching, reaching out to both you and my inner child. Repression holds back the regression that destroys aggresion and promotes affection. Honey bee kisses from misses one's heart rushed over, crushed over time by want of things, yet still God brings the pleasant rings of memory and for that I give thanks. TheMo-Man If you ever felt I needed you please realize the time is now My life is picture perfect the world is shining bright yet I still wakeup in cold sweats chased by shadows in the night The scream that's stuck in my throat chokes me day by day The memories of the way we were stepping on the back of my neck pinning me down until i lose the desire to rise again Laying spread eagle on the floor afraid to breathe lest you return and start all over again Picking myself up I return to face the day Kel The Corruption - Part One The blanket Smothering, withering - non-existent Its my life But don't you worry what their bitter hearts are going to say It comes to a conclusion It rests upon your shoulder London Bridge may fall down Spinning, Spinning, Spinning Tumble, rumble, rumble Cock a doodle do, cock a doodle do Rest - upon thine eyes and face Peace - thrust thy will on this place Death - just all that - death --- waste. Can I touch myself Can't I live in life myself Romeo and Juliet whispering their soft moans Where are their eyes staring now? Molten, melted. drowned. The ocean - my hatred encompassed. My country - utter despair. Why do I... Feel so miserable... I need your emptiness For strength from within I need your fear For my own courage I need something else What? Last call for alcohol. Sex on the beach is calling my name. A buttery nipple on my palette Rob Roy filling my soul Last call for alcohol Stumble, stumble, rumble porcelina goddess she awaits my offer porcelina goddess she is all my need Last and final call for alcohol Plummeting down my shirt The orange, the yellow, green CRIMSON The Floor My Friend Alas... Your god has forsaken you My god has forsaken you Eli Eli lima shavakhtani So now it is finished cock a doodle doo, cock a doodle doo, cock a doodle - The silent mass of the silent masses Why cry for your soul Cry - tears - ocean - drown. I see with your eyes You taste with my tongue No one has their own. My phallus... your phallus Your winking lips... your winking lips Its not natural ... ... dot dot dot - dot dot dot com, org, net, gov, edu, mil its all up in your head hacker, cracker script kiddie my b0x 0wnz j00 lol, brb, lmao, ttfn, imho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa echo life, echo strife, life, echo peace, strife, life, echo echo Man cannot pass beyond human subjectivity. Man simply is. No wonder is ever amusing enough for human consumption. Someday love will find you Oh, heaven let your light shine down Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt Joy oh joy Peace of peace Land of the lakes World of my despair Christ Satan Buddha Mohammed Yeshua YAHWEH Wicca Christianity Judaism Islam Muslim Christian Jew Taoist Buddhist Satanist Nihilist Agnostic Atheist Deist what does it all mean in the end? Nada, nothing... For you entertainment the cost is only your soul eternal dedication to a purpose of not that way in the end, nothing really matters Louisa went home She saw her husband, lying on his back, half awake She went over to his side, noticing his penis flaccid The room smelled of sex Louisa went to the closet her mind a complete blank Pulled her gun from the shelf loaded it, kissed her tits, and then sat in a corner She put the gun to her head, realizing this was the end One second before she gave in She realized it was not her fault She stood up She pointed the gun at his dick Pulled the trigger Pointed at his screaming head Took the car keys left for reno left with all the money all the hope all alone... tIck TiCKSoN Maybe, Just Wait. ----------------- If I have something to tell you, share with you, confide to you, how best do I share it with you? Would you prefer me to just tell it to you over the phone, in an e-mail, or how about a postal messenger? There's something inside of me, trying to claw it's way out to you. How best do I let it find you? Have it go from my lips to your ears? From my fingertips to your eyes? My hand to your hands? Boardering about the edges, hanging on the fringes, almost falling into your lap. It's trying to find a path to you. Do I just let it go and see where it leads? Or should I hold on, until I sneeze? Would you rather not know and have it cease? Skirting around the issue, not looking into your eyes, butterflies fluttering in my tummy, you know how many times? Until I find a way, I just let the days slip by, and hope that somehow, it will find ... Maybe just my heart to yours, a glance from my eyes to yours, will all it need to be, for you to really see. But, the past is the past, the future is where the hope lies. So glad it's now and not then, why go back only to withstand? The feelings boiling up onto my tongue, I can't help but feel them trickling down... are they just going to hit the ground? Not wanting to change it all, rather just have it all, I let it all just fall and pass it by. For what if it were only to ... Let it drive along, just so you do not go, I guess I'll just wait and see if it dies. After all, maybe it's just because of your eyes? A sight not seen, yet felt. Now felt, and now unseen. There's something there, yet what does it hold? We took the jump, and landed on the rocks, so why not just stay back and watch the bluffs? (c) Copyright 2001, September 28, 2001 Written by: Kamira In Pursuit of Me To search around the world for freedom, freedom to be me to find who i am, to open my eyes in my blindness to see I never quite fit the mould and never could see eye to eye Family and Friends ? they say i would never try many years are wasted, many years lost unknown sexual prefrences just to find who I am looking at my long list of refrences not happy with any of them For everyone to see me and know who i am to show on the outside, what i feel on the inside The need to shout out in silence to make myself heard for people to see i have nothing to hide With Blinders removed, i now see i don't have to do anything or be anyone I only need to be me 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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