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 - ------------------------------------------------------- it's not about writing making rhymes makes no sense, no sonnets in my life it's not about poetry it is living and dying the same old lies, over and over it is letting you know what i think, how I want things to be, without having to really say it It's not about writing poetry It never is Double D ---------------------------------------------------------- Breaking It Down ----------------- Like the wall coming down brick by brick Molecules at a time, the erosion continues Unhampered by politics and economic woe Unstoppable by any man made means Can you feel it inside of you? Like a dark tunnel that never ends Expanding like the universe; infinite Devouring the nothingness in it's path At the end of the day, we're all getting old At the end of each year, we all die someday At the end of your life, what have you done? Atom by atom, we're all breaking down... Dr. Grinch 03/21/01 12:30am parachute:-- ease of adrenaline rush my hands shake to much my head hurts to much rage in tremendous proportions still bent over the election radiation, abortion evils surround my garden drown my sounds in sorrowful echos just enough soul to let go dynamic static energy clings to my bones in lightning bolts jerking my thoughts back to broke asking myself not to choke but to breathe easy endlessly freefalling at lightspeed jc. Life Life is as true as it seems... reality, dictated by those that can dream. We are only held back by the walls in our mind that are not confined by space, or by time. Reality is what we make, or choose to create. Thumper 69 -----[To be Read at My Funeral] They'll say it was senseless. Yet it made more sense than most things. They'll say it was cowardice. Yet it takes so much more courage than some of the alternatives. They'll say that I found an easy way out, when in actuallity I never wanted in. They'll say it was stupid. Before my intelligence was never questioned. Reasons, everyone has reasons. No one has my control however. This darkness is not imagined. Its not created by fishnet shirts and makeup. This is not some fabrication of my surroundings. This is total and complete introspection. I'm always the one awake. I've never closed my eyes. And I think thats how I went blind. I let it get close enough to stab me. And it did as soon as it had the chance. Throw the dirt on my box. I've been betrayed. I will not die when my head shutsdown. I haven't even been alive yet. -=[syco]=- You and Me ---------- Through the seasons, snow falling, downpours of rain. Relationships ending, friendships beginning. Walk in circles, talking away the hot summer days. Sharing for hours, letting the night slip away. Feelings were shared, Options presented, choices made. Where do we go, now? Standing at a crossroads, one leading us to the other, the other we walk alone. Which way do we dare go? Going the other way, then the way we know. Does that make it better? Or will it end the same ... Separating our desires, reaching beyond friendship. Exploring possibilities, putting an end to each other. After all this time, us trying to "work it out", "put it behind us", it's time to seize the moment. Realize what we were not willing to face, but our hearts had decided. Separate ways, Separate dates. Here I go, there you are, there you are, I dare not go. What is left? Nothing to the right. So here, I bid my depart. Leaving you with a heart, just for those that you have chosen. Keeping what's left of my choice, and parting from this place. - Kamira (c) Copyright February 27th, 2001 - Tuesday The Gap There is a gap, i fall between falling unnoticed, going unseen I stand with a foot on either side a gap that is sometimes way to wide I feel the presure of non conform i split in half, I am but torn i want to jump, one side or the other too much or not enough....... must i suffer? Blaise ------------------------------------------------------------ E D I T O R S: jericho@attrition.org, 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: WWW: http://www.attrition.org/~poetry ------------------------------------------------------------ (c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author. ------------------------------------------------------------