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 - ------------------------------------------------------- Krystalia - 1971-1999 was poetry in our lives, in our hearts: We pay tribute to our friend, may she find peace. ------------------------------------------------------ SOW A LITTLE SUNSHINE sow a little sunshine reap a lot of rays share a big, big smile it comes back in many ways don't cultivate resentments you will pay a price instead of thinking bad things think of something nice don't project the future don't "what if" the past your problems of today you know they will not last say "hi" to God each morning He is your best friend when all else seems to fail on Him you can depend sow a little sunshine!!!!!!! Thomas Mahon. She was going to make daddy regret the day he touched her. She wanted to make him feel the pain she did when he forced inside her. So she began. She looked down his sleek shaft. It was so hard and smooth. She pressed her tongue against him. She took him inside her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around him. This was it, this would change it all. She pulled back her finger until he clicked. That was it. That was the end. A vail of blood to hide the shame. Marc A little Something Something's been a little wrong, not sure what it could be. But something's crammed inside my head, I've tried to set it free. A tiny little unconcious doubt, slowly creeps into my soul. So minute I can't see how, it engulfs me and I lose control. Screaming in pain (as I'm) dying for sins, I haven't had a chance to enjoy. Breaking the chains (as I'm) tied up again, All it seems to do is destroy. Please help me see, or maybe just bring. A little bit of, a little something... levi See Me? If I were to not write you, how long would it take before you would come see me? If I were to not call you, how long would it take before you realized you no longer heard my voice? If I were to not try to reach you, how long would it be before you would miss me? If I were to not contact you, how long would it be before you would realize I was gone? If I were to show up, before you how long would it take you to recognize me and know that it was me standing there? If I were to call you and only whisper, would you know it was me? If I were to write you and not sign my name, would you be able to still know who it was from? If I were to contact you beyond these normal means, would you listen? Would you be willing to see me? If I were to not do a thing, would you lift a finger? If I were no longer here, would you miss me? Would you come and visit me? If I had never been here, would you think it was destiny to search and find one such as I? Or would you not even notice? I reflect on the happenings, and I have to wonder can you even See Me ... now? - Kamira December 16th, 1998 i take pity 7-1-99 several negative representations toil of the downtrodden is it my empty existence masked in appropriate words? that style masses sympathize with echoing the nasty thoughts so buried and hidden as if i struck oil and emotion flows free only to be contained regulated back to an even flow more accustomed with sad, i take pity mea culpa FREEDOM Everything we know is one great lye screaming out amidst the crys darkness decends upon us do cover ripping apart boundries like no other we fight to be free yet trapped are we in our own web of deceipt comtemplating our own defeat freedom, without disapline is what we sow what does that mean i do not know. 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. -------------------------------------------------------