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Fucked Up College Kids Poetry 024
F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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"I believe man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures
has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul,
a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
The poet's, the writer's duty is to write about these
things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting
his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honour and
hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which
have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not
merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props,
the pillars to help him endure and prevail."
- William Faulkner, from his acceptance speech for the
Nobel Prize for literature, 1949
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turbulence
Oceans whistling through a thumbtack cul-de-sac
Feigning joy, I really ate my hat
Effusing blood like so much dead life
I coughed, blinked, looked up, and it was gone
So tired of the same day-ins and -outs
Silver velvet lining; pearlescent pride
A facade; for insurmountable insecurities
Cynicism hidden by the fog
Let me cough out my insides
Feel free to run, but you can't hide
There is no antivenin
For lost time
(You can't fix wasted time)
Is there a reason
That I persist?
History repeats itself
I'm not enjoying this
And if today sucked
And yesterday was quite its twin
What's to indicate
That tomorrow I can win?
And if I cut open
My left eye
So that you could see inside
Would you be frightened at the disarray;
Ramshackle lean-to holly spray?
Or would you find what I cannot:
Value/essence long forgot?
An innocence once pure, now maimed
Mutated by toxins, discolored by stains
The blood would gush
In cascading floods
No one cut it
But still it runs
Cold like ice
And hot like Hell
Viscously thin
It's just as well
And twice as poor
With three times the bite
Show me the jump,
And I just might.
agrajag
fading in and out
i'm drunk on nothing in particular
on a little bit of this and some of that
and a whole lot of nothing
and i'm stuck here again
in this pit of disillusion
broken bones and drunkedness confusion
wish i knew what it was to be a kid
try to live it again and again
but every time i try
i can't handle it
and i wonder why
i'm back to being alone again
and i can't fucking stand it anymore
and i just wanna blow up
and take everyone down with me
no resolution
no reason
no anything anymore
no...
boogah
To hold, body,mind,soul
is to
hold a new world
in rapture
caress a mans body
with hands, breath, and toungue
Discovery
to a new world
Desire flows through
every nerve
lips so sensuous
so soft
There is only heat
in the touch
electrical, magnetic, powerful
Magic
Release all inhibition
let it flow
let discovery take you
to a new world
of rapture
Blaise..
twice
Spoon fed me sugar, Coated lies
That went with ease like honey, So sweet
The very hand that caused the pain extended
To the arms sought salvation in.
Made this little girl grow up,
Now experienced in the art of love
Hand in hand with betrayal and shame
A scorned woman I've become
Numb from your actions
Deaf from you lies
Blind to those passionate eyes
Its funny how the taste of honey no longer lingers
Sweet but bitter in my mouth
bluerose
cockeyed
a cockeyed optimist:
when the sky is a bright canary yellow
i forget every cloud i've ever seen
so they call me a cockeyed optimist
immature and incurably green
i have heard people rant and rave and bellow
that we're done and we might as well be dead
but i'm only a cockeyed optimist
and i can't get it into my head
i see the human race
is falling on its face
and hasn't very far to go
but every whippoorwill
is selling me a bill
and telling me it just ain't so
i could say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
but i'm stuck like a dope
with a thing called hope
and i can't get it out of my heart
not this heart
a cockeyed pessimist:
when the sky is a dark and dreary yellow
i forget any time i've ever been
anything other than miserable
insecure and incurably mean
i have heard people rant about the weather
say it's grey and they'd rather be in bed
but i'm nothing if i'm not miserable
with a cloud living over my head
i see the human race
a smile upon its face
i think of all that they don't know...
however they are still
despite their lack of will
going wherever time may go
i could say life is just a bowl of drano
and appear more immune to things that smart
but i'm stuck without hope
in the land of dope
and i can't get it out of my heart
not this heart
sarikei
PASSIONATE ROUTINE
i cannot tell which side of your face
i like best. symmetry has its flaws.
and it has its museum-portrait quality.
when midnight moon settles on your
sleepy side, it illuminates a weary
smile. i can only admire it because
if i awake you, it will fade, you will
turn over and clouds will bury the moon.
another fresh dawn highlights your
eager side. this smile differs from
last night's expression. i am secure
in this morning's moment. and i lean
down to shade the sun from your eyes
while i revive those lips with a kiss.
and as i reach your face, my mouth
becomes filled with cotton fibers.
Indiana Poet April 29, 1998
quiet noise
static depression my emotional link
almost just, the need to rethink
seduction of crime, and being alone
more pure feeling, i can't condone
steady rejection my blanket at night
a single reason to give up my fight
mea_culpa
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F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997
