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 - ------------------------------------------------------- The clock is ticking i hear myself say....what clock.. what is time as i wrap myself in a shroud of poetry where time does not exist. ------------------------------------------------------- one day these days are slipping through my fingers visions of moments pink ribbons slashed across the thoughts with broken glass embraced by hope that still remains to build a wall around a need that always seems to run to deep enraptured by my own deception i wonder if its raining there... dry leaves fall cold weather reminds of sunday morning silouhettes the sun comes up and what remains empty victories under clear skies these picket fences to white crosses failed attempts at getting over another prayer that goes unanswered i wonder if its raining there... another tear another reason to hide within myself this time just one more promise to myself throw in this wish one day return the hours slip so gracefully like ink that never fills the page enough to make a fucking difference i wonder if its raining there... shatter. To --- from my heart's soul my only hope is to express the admire as an inner passion takes its toll this pen-man burns with desire a feeling of emptiness needs to be whole within and only grows a fire a feeling of happiness to be my goal love building upon its spire your smile fills my empty hole your voice, its loveliness that of a quior your gazing eyes penetrating my soul 'tis all of these and more which I admire 'tis a beautiful night tonight may I only dream tommorow is as beautiful as you. nny Digging There's a burning hole inside my heart, where I once loved you, and though I've tried to fill it up, the pain just burns right through. There's an empty hole inside my mind, which used to be your space, but every time I fill it up, another takes its place. There's a clouded hole inside my soul, which hungers for your love, and though I've tried to clear it out, cobwebs still hang above. There's an infinite hole inside myself, and I don't know what to do, because how could I ever hope to fill, a hole the size of you? inVerse Sweet Nothings -------------- You long for a touch, that reaches beyond just your skin. You wish for a reason, to believe what you feel - inside. A request for sweet nothings, when you have so much you hide. Where is it written, that you must not be in the sun? Or that the moon cannot cause you just as much harm, as the sunbeams? You find yourself surrounded, suspended in mid-time. No ticking or tocking, nothing pushing or pulling you forward. Instead you let yourself idle, mid-stream, blocking a path. Not moving yourself ahead, or letting yourself stay behind. Take a step, reach for me. Take a breath, think of me. Blink a tear, and there I disappear. You long for a touch, that reaches beyond just your skin. You wish for a reason, to believe what you feel - inside. A request for sweet nothings, when you have so much you hide. Here they are, just for you, do not be shocked when others read this plot. For you, despite your belief, are not alone. Only swimming in a world of confusion, do you really think that sweet nothings will make you stay above water? - Kamira November 23rd, 1999 Inspired by Adam/Dyingtyme. (c)opyright, Nov. 1999 F+ everyone has shortcomings, the blessed perfection you could not find was no fault of mine. expectations so high you didn't want to like what you saw. it came crashing down so quickly and you acted so surprised. nothing more than a script played out yesterday. a script you wrote a year ago. next time you fail me, at least give me an 'A' for the effort was there mea culpa disapointment not! Swallowing you up all around consumming your very being consumming your very thought burning your every desire happy thoughts are not found here only darkness sucumbing to the dark corner of our lives to ponder on the hatred life brings eating your mentality until there is nothing left nothing to be saved love brings destruction lonliness brings nothing only hatred therfore no disapointment 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. -------------------------------------------------------