F U C K E D  U P  C O L L E G E  K I D S
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	A method to convey images, ideas, and obversations.  Explore 
	experiences while not giving away the statictics.  Composing words to
	give a display, while not giving away the true idenity.  Or is it that
	it is so bare and detailed and raw, that no one can even comprehend
	the true matter and therefore decides it is an abstract form of 
	expressionism?

	Kamira
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	Slave

	Poetry Frees the Soul,
	So that my words,
	Can then enslave you,
	To that which is yourself,
	And who shall free you then?
	
	Only the one that enslaved you,
	which brings us to this,
	was it my words or your mind,
	that made this so.
	
	If it where my words I would but speak,
	and in freeing you enslave you once again,
	If it was you that allowed this,
	Why would you want to be free.
	
	The Mo-Man
	
	

	Suicide
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	Sorrowful morning
	Missing moment
	Caught somewhere in time
	Rain drops falling
	
	Staring through the eyes of another
	Feeling nothing
	Can't stand this life
	Blood drips from the knife
	
	The sound of sirens
	Voices are shoutin
	The world starts to fade
	Until theres nothing
	
	-Shadow Wolf
	
	
	
	Elements
	
	Fire turns the trees to dust,
	but trees will grow again.
	Floods will wash the roots away,
	but roots will still descend.
	
	The fires, they burn at my face,
	my roots are torn apart.
	My soul if filled with agnoy,
	that tears into my heart.
	
	Deface, defile,
	my life on trial,
	but I can still defend.

	The lies are truth,
	they are my roots,
	too bad it's all pretend.

	levi



	Vines Grew
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	Vines had swirled outward,
	reaching upward, entangling me.
	Grabbing hold of my body
	not to mention my mind.

	Little did I know, 
	they'd grow as they showed.

	Letting them overgrow,
	shutting out the light.

	- Kamira
	August 10, 2000
	


	setback

	i feel
	this hurt alone
	gentle charisma lost on yesterday
	sentinel of truth
	spat on and kicked
	belief in purity stumbles on
	a bit of trouble gained from each triumph

	mea_culpa


	I search the depths for insight
	when the world is black, closing in tight
	not a mumor, i can't find vision
	only anoid at my indision
	where to go next, what to do?
	I hear a word or whisper from you
	my life has meaning yet again
	you make me smile, avoiding pain
	thank you my friend so wise
	hidding away in your disguise.

	blaise.
	

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