Fucked Up College Kids

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 - ------------------------------------------------------- 001 magnetic poetry i. demonika regarding inner turmoil dis untitled kamira I'm not as messed up... rage 002 Interlude demonika regarding music dis right now (anon) kamira Amnesia legion Can we say, non-sequitur? rage 003 Fluttering Ideas kamira magnetic poetry ii. demonika Family Values legion cursory dis <untitled> bluerose <untitled> rage 004 fuck poetry simunye chosen paths krystalia <untitled> rage Delusions kamira as i am demonika where ...

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 - ------------------------------------------------------- Only my heart can show the pain, Only my touch can show my happines, Only my thoughts can show the confusion, Only my speaking can show my knowledge. - Denise McCay ------------------------------------------------------- unfinished symphony Look outside, the gods are crying, screaming out their agony, look outside, they're all lying, searing with their epathies, look outside, see the world, writhing in its pain, look outside, see the earth, starting over ...

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 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 b...

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 think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us . . . We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us." - letter to Oskar Pollak, by Franz Kafka And so mirrors poetry.... ------------------------------------------------------- Kdqhdgp's H...

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 is amazing that a good poet can tell an epic story in 20 lines when Stephen King can't rip out a good thriller in under 1,000 pages. Poetry forces the poet to suffer a stringent economy, even in the book length epic poems beating to the rhythm of iambic pentameter. Support these talented souls. Buy poetry journals and books. Show publishers that a good poem is worth it's weight in dollars. ------------------------------------------------------- An elec...

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 often think of ways to describe this zine, and I usually come up short. this is no exception. why the appeal of poetry? i think the lack of formal english.. the pure chaos that can ensue in the words gives it appeal. other times i think the randomness finds home in the free will we all have. or perhaps it is something else. ------------------------------------------------------- Freedom... The house was empty when he got home. It was better like that. N...

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 - ------------------------------------------------------- poets are often souls of the tortured variety. the tortured soul is in touch with pieces of himself that most people are not even aware of until they read that one line or phrase that reminds them of the dark places that they seek to hide or ignore. often, the poet is a loner, or only seeks the company of others similarly tortured - an irony, for much of the genius in poetry lies in the universality of the human experience. -------------------------------...

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 - ------------------------------------------------------- "A poet once said, "The whole universe is in a glass of wine." We will probably never know in what sense he meant that, for poets do not write to be understood. But it is true that if we look at a glass of wine closely enough we see the entire universe. There are the things of physics: the twisting liquid which evaporates depending on the wind and weather, the reflections in the glass, and our imagination adds the atoms. The glass is a distillation of the...

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 - ------------------------------------------------------- [intro] ------------------------------------------------------- kiss the needles a snow white pain seethes in morbid silence a quiet simplicity that outlines my very being quickly - turn off the lights before searing brightness burns my mortal soul unwilling and unable to fulfill the simple desires that permeate his being i wonder what it is to be a violet - perfection in its own right imagine the possibility of suffering a yellow soul and being adored in...

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 has spirit. it has fire. it might even smell funny. but you love it. that is why you read it. poems. from all over the place. there are demons. there are heroes. sorry, no ice cream. but you can still take your licks from these fabulous poets. we are all poets. some sing and some snore. but we all write because we can, we want to, we need to and, well, because if we were not writing these great poems, which are all neat and tidy in presentation below, ...