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 - ------------------------------------------------------- "I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry, that is; prose -- words in their best order; poetry -- the best order." -- Coleridge. ------------------------------------------------------- A Taste, a Touch, a Smell, a Crutch We've met again for the first time. A night like any other, this scene is all too familiar. Our last encounter seems so far away, as if it were a dream. A Taste We embrace as if bonded with glue. How I've longed for your honeyed kiss. Your head tilts back as I slowly drink from the pools of wine that have formed in your lips. A Touch I could hold you forever like this and it would still not be long enough. I would not trade your gentle hands around my neck for gold, nor your body close to mine for diamonds. A Smell The sweet smell the night air is bested only by the sweet smell of your perfume. Your scent fills me as I breathe deeply. A rose by any other name would not smell as sweet. A Crutch Morning comes and with that she is gone. She retreats back into my subconscious, remaining in hiding until tomorrow night. I am only left with faded memories of her to get me through the day. I pray that one day the fates will relinquish her reality. For now all they provide is a taste, a touch, a smell, a crutch. -VxD Self Immolation Ritual That which is lost on you Costs a great deal of resignation and retribution So much money per hour spent on a whore with a whip You will revel in this retrogressive escapism even more. It is bought in dark stinky dungeons Where personalities are destroyed While blood runs red to cleanse Wounds of the past incurable By the power of the mind I thought you possessed. Was it in these contractual escapades That it was exorcised I say erased In an attempt to rid yourself Cure yourself You immolate yourself. Or should I once again hate my own gender My sisters the fifty Danaides Me the only one that would not use the blade Are you levelheaded now? Calm? Is that why you keep and create Such a distance between us? You, who spoke of active struggle And touched places in me I never dared to enter myself Now chained up on the wall Yet the cold steel you claim to enjoy Has the greatest grip on your heart Once so fiery and hot You almost burned yourself with passion. Can you really break the ties with the past By turning yourself into and onto A whore in bondage? The more you cover yourself with Ropes like snakes Crawling over each other Crawling over you Fighting over Which one will devour you whore? You saw the Medusa didn't you Couldn't resist the look Where was a mirror when you really needed it You wounded hero? Did a sister cut off your wings? You were unable to fly away This look consumed you You let it happen Are you happy now? The cracks of the whip The scars on your skin The more scars The closer the antidote Was it the same spirit that caused you To express what I could not say myself Was it this demon Such Beautiful Incubation That was beaten out of you Because you could not cope Whereas I cried In the discovery of things unknown Previously neglected Brought to light Let's both count our scars now And see who's got the most. Yet again and again I try to establish a connection Knowing full well I am insignificant While you are surrounded by predators Drowning in pleasure With all these toys. Lift you hand and touch The luminous message that shouts out Read me - Do not neglect me As it unfolds fore your eyes I offer you another flower Flor de la esperanza Mantente firme Once again I am forced to see it Die in your lifeless hands Still I dream that the soft petals Will sooth the pain you have come to love So constrained So twisted you are Such a wasted beauty. DeeGeneRate Continue to conform Act the same, dress the same, be the same, the same you are. Drive the same, talk the same, drink the same, normal people you are. Buy the same things, do the same things, since you are the same. Laugh at me because I'm "different" and because I don't dress like you. Laugh at me because I am not, nor will I ever be like you. Yet, none of you are the same, your different in many ways. It just sounds better to say that you are the same. Since you are all the same, you say that it's the norm. You don't follow the norm, you just continue to conform. -damasa What if I were to ... --------------------- What if I were to ... Never write another poem, Never paint another picture, Never draw another sketch? What if I were to ... say all that I've had to say, express all that I have to express, do all the things I need to do? What if I were to ... roll over and just disappear, never keep going and just stop, scream at the top of my lungs? What if I were to ... keep writing until books are filled, shelves are packed tightly with papers, and drawers are overflowing? What if I were to ... Stop listening to music, close my eyes and not look, hold my breath and keep my balance? What if I were to ... - Kamira (c) Copyright March 27th, 2001 - Tuesday To choose a life now its time to settle down feet held firmly upon the ground saying goodbye to all i hold true i guess that means good bye to you awaiting the words from your lips to flow "i want you, please don't go" your muteness drives a wedge through my heart saddened i force myself to depart. 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