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Fucked Up College Kids Poetry 006
F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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- t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e -
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variation of style and form set poetry aside from all
other forms of writing. the freedom you have, the total
disregard of 'rules', and the careless nature of
expression are the poet's best friend.
use them as a powerful tool, an excuse to have fun, or
anything else. just express your desire in words, else
a lot could be lost.
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The Red Hand
The Red Hand flares before my face
Not clenched in anger,
Not extended in supplication,
But cupped to hold the warmth,
Fingers together
As if to caress my soul.
Etched in black marble,
It wards off the suffocating winds,
Nurturing a slow, easeful death.
All roads lead to the same end;
Conservation of mortality still holds.
'Tis death on installment,
Another cigarette in the dark.
Screamin' Lord Byron 3:30 AM, a long time ago
I Stand in The Darkness
I stand in the darkness of my thoughts
An illusion my mind creates
I begin to walk through a storm
Needles of rain beat my cold pale face
Clothes drenched and saturated by
The uncontrollable pressures
From a blind uncaring world
Making way, no path, directionless
I find an old man, worn and ragged by the years
Sitting on a cold stone
At the edge of a crystal lake
Surface rippled by downpour
I am with him, emotionless
For what seemed like eternity
Where time did not exist
His wrinkled fragile hands grasp tightly
Around a short decaying pole
Waiting for a fish, without bait
His hook is dull and bare
I sit down looking into his eyes
Seeing only myself
Coming to the realization
That he can offer me no guidance
Trix
magnetic poetry III
.wet lip rot thing never bellows about morning
.women always smile icy
.woman is a dark poison
.a feline who can dazzle
.haunt naked red bone
.explore steel questions as peace kills
.more blind waking crap
.concrete never listens
.live those wild pictures that linger in brilliant glass
.marble girl blue with openness
.blushing & trusting
.sad cloud fools clean cut velvet
.embrace the secret universe
.young worry slowly decays
.must bleed smoke soon
.almost prisoner
.we will have deep sex with a ferocious rhythm
.sacrifice change
.delicious eternity
.burn over fire
(various guests of dis)
her fragrance filled the air
then my mind began to go
we had such good times in the past
we had such memorable moments
what happened to all the good times
what happened to all the madness
she could make my soul crawl
she could make my eyes water
her fragrance left the room
then my mind began to go
that's how it happened last time
rage
map of my night
more eclectic, eccentric, out of touch another kernel compile, more mail
A all meaning lost to all 2.0.55 bombed shortly after 2.0.31
small slice except me another man page, another util now
of my random thoughts I known. continued wonder of lamers
and the strange day that i keep having with power they cannot comprehend.
several calls freestyle a blessing the apocalypse looms around us all
throughout the for without form the calling out for the world of souls
night, present mind can wonder mean next day, next year, next whatever
company in one thought down the new more childish fear or maybe a tool
form, comfort trail, chaos of mind for lemming mass control. i bet it
of friendship. a simple expression. is the latter. just one faithless.
cascading flame the warmth 1:52 and disarray is sleep comes for us all
red and blue dance around. all there is. vague maybe some music so he
mesmerizes poets young kid glimpse of something can relax, let broken
enthralls taunts and tease to come. yesteryear. dreams take his pains.
dis
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(c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author.
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F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997
