F U C K E D  U P  C O L L E G E  K I D S
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        Poetry is a universal launguage
	- listening to it flow through a person's lips
	- reading it as it flows through a person's pen
	- singing it as it flows through a person's music
	- admiring it as it flows through a person's painting
	- feeling it as it flows through a person's touch
	- imagining it as it flows through your mind
	You don't need to understand poetry 
	Poetry is emotion

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		Time

	Time knows nothing of mercy or sacrifice
	It only knows of witherings
	Waiting for loved ones to return
	Decomposition
	Time is the worst of enemies
	Working against its victim
	Without their conscious knowledge
	Slowly
	No truce
	No end
	Curroding life
	Clogging arteries
	Calcifying bones
	Until one day someone calls you old
	And your reflection agrees

		                spleen

	


 	EMPTYNESS FILLS THE VOID
 	THE ONLY EMOTION AT HAND
 	I STAND WAITING FOR IT ALL
 	TO HIT ME
 	COME ON, HIT ME
 	I AM READY FOR WHAT BRAKE DOWN IS INNEVITABLE
 	I FALL INTO THE HELL OF LONELYNESS
 	YET UNEXPLAINED AND UNEXPLORED
 	I HAVE MY FRIENDS
 	LATELY IGNORED MYSELF
 	INDULGENT REACTION TO THIS HEART BRAKE
 	I GUESS I DESERVE IT
 	"FUCK OFF"
 	IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY WHEN THEY OFFER WORDS OF COMFORT
 	OR ADVISE ME TO LOOK AFTER MYSELF MORE
 	WELL I WOULD BE FINE IF THAT WHORE DIDN'T LEAVE ME
 	BUT SHE HAD NO CHOICE
 	WHEN ANGRY THREATS WERE OFTEN ON MY VOICE
 
 	I AM GLAD SHE IS GONE
 	SHE CAN BE HAPPY
 	DESERVES THAT MUCH
 	ALL THE SHIT I PUT HER THROUGH
 	I WANT TO CRUSH THE WORLD IN MY HAND
 	THE WAY DISAPPOINTMENT HAS CRUSHED MY HEART

				Phantom




	vampire

	her skin, white as the
        	 midnight moon

	her smile, warm as the
               sun on highnoon

	lips sweeter than
  	   sugar and honey

	but accept her kiss ?
  	  not even for money!
				ripclaw 1998
 

	Suck polluted air into broken lungs.
	Feel the pain, it purifies you. 
	Keep running, it only makes you stronger.
	Breathe.
	Keep in mind your goals.
	What were they in the first place?
	Your mind is your only weapon.
	Don't get sucked into physical confrontations. 
	Boys fight with their fists.
	Men fight with their minds.
	Know the difference between the two.
	Know your mistakes and recognize them for what they are.
	Less chance of repeating 
	if you catalogue them correctly. 
	Never make excuses. 
	It's not why you failed that matters,
	only that you did.
	Don't assume that you are owed anything. 
	We start life with life, and that is all we are alotted. 
	Deal with it.
	Either stay and fight. Or kill yourself.
	For the moment,
	just
	breathe.

				Kel



	Revelation at Sunset
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	Dark skies loom overhead,
	patches of brightness shining through.

	Bitter bite on the breeze,
	gentle caress of the air.

	Lavender and aqua fade to black,
	with white and gray going, gone.

	Whirls and sighs, echoing in a pass,
	calming to a standstill in the east.

	Moon shine lighting up the shadows,
	sunshine faded beyond sight.

	Stars dancing in-between,
	the clouds that hide the shame.

	Colors changing, dark to light
	light to a black hole.

	Reflectory of how the world has become,
	offering a solution through passage of time.

	Incomprehensible to clearly seen,
	crystal apprehension to anxiousness.

	The sky shows more of the mixture,	
	then what is seemingly appearing.

					- Kamira
				December 6th, 1998



	 transfer of solace
        in a nightly allotment
        sedative in audio compound

        lingering time thinking
        meeting mating making
        something anything

        sometimes the line comes quick
        natural release in a forced world
        other times, no comment

        distant yet blue interest
        in an otherwise green world
        full of red emotion
        and the little black cloud lingers

        early morning dinner to go
        prequel to a divine chat
        four steps off the virtual path

				mea_culpa



		EDGE OF MADNESS.....
                
	Standing on the edge of madness
	no more feeling, no more sadness
	death & destruction, lies & deceipt
	stand in line....don't forget your receipt
	it happens to everyone, not just me
	where is "your" edge, can you see?
	have you been close? .... feel life slip by
	I do, when I listen to the bullshit and lies
	is life worth the heartache & pain
	that's all it is, it's just a game
	to grabb a peice of happiness
	to avoid all the lonliness
	& they say i'm crazy
	we'll see
	maybe?

				Blaise

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