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 - ------------------------------------------------------- You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus -Mark Twain ------------------------------------------------------- different When we're young we all want different... Just like everyone else. We romantacize "group differnces" That is to say goths or punks or metalheads. But those who are trully different... Those we attacks as mortal enemies. Sometimes being different is not enough. Sometimes being different is less fun than being dead. They say time heals all wounds: I say some scars only deapen To truely heal, One must open the wounds Deal with the pain And let nature take its course Unfortunately, its quite painful And sometimes it takes many times To replace the scar. Sometimes being different is less fun than being dead. But being dead is always more permanet Chad Cartee Lies I thought it was ok That you didn't want to stay But you never told me The true reason For this act Of painful treason I suffer even more A larger part dies When I found out Your horrible lies -Shadow Wolf Today was rough, all day long... questioned what trust I have. If you love me so much... you say you love me so much... I swear I see it in you eyes... Thought I felt is in you kiss... Know I've heard it in your heartbeat... You've even said it in you sleep... Do you love me enough?... Enough to keep me in mind, in your altered reality of a week. Did you love me when you fucked him? or did you forget that you loved me when I didn't put you first? (should have put you first) Years it's been, since I've been so intrigued... But I can't help but wonder if your hormones got the better of you... Tell me you love me, as you look into my eyes. Tell me I can trust someone, Tell me there's no lies... Look into my eyes, as red as this long night... There should be no question what you will see... levi echo Body memory Knows ever touch Invades my dreaming With your kiss Invades my flesh With the echo of you spleen razorblade highs fastback razorblade highs thrill of two minute masturbation ecstasy falling back, pillow nightmares scream, sweat, curse and wake waken enlightened. knowledge of all self suffering. knife in back blacking out, wake again. this time. might be for real. mea culpa atol I feel so alone in a crowded room the noise all around that i consume to reject is emotion which comes to fast deep down inside you know won't last burdoned with misery of a life to come not knowing the path will destroy some as i edge on fighting an invisible battle my head just above water, reflects an atol a swell washes over me as i disapear despences leaving me still there I somtimes wish i will wash away rather than facing a brand new day 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. -------------------------------------------------------