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 - ------------------------------------------------------- sometimes it is very hard to be objective as an editor. to read something and disagree with it, only to think that one should be fair on submissions. or do i say "my zine" and judge based on what i like? this release finds me making that decision. those who know me will read through and quickly understand why i say these words. let it be known, that i am trying to be fair and just. for now... ------------------------------------------------------- the devil herself i am not a manic-depressive or a diabetic or cancerous, hell i don't even get colds much maybe i'm lucky maybe it's because i don't lick my fingers before counting my money so once upon a time there was this bitch, right? and she was raped once or twice and she thought she knew exactly what was wrong with everything and she thought she knew the solutions to everything and she decided, snatch-loose and meat-drunk, to write some songs about it and all the girls related to her and all the girls cried for her and all the girls made mix-tapes of her and gave them to their shallow boyfriends and she called herself tori amos but all the boys knew she was really the fucking devil or else why would she whine and bitch about jesus all the time? she's not a manic depressive or a diabetic or cancerous, hell she pretends she's been there maybe she could stop telling everybody about it like any good patient would styx - the fedz@rad.edu the day feel upon me with heat the smell of sweat filled my lungs the bright light bounced off every window only to reflect into my eyes the streets were busy with people walking about the cars had horns that barked the world aloud i began to go mad this is torture in itself this is why i long for winter to fill my heart this is why i give all my attention to the kindness of the night this is why i wait for all the people to fade away this is the time worth dying over i began to go mad and so i drank the dark and i felt the cold of madness fill my mind and i became hard as my blood began to freeze like water and the world began to fade away and my life turned to joy so i toasted, and then drank another rage mishappinessery i feel your love but it's not love it's hate i feel your love but it's not love it's fists i've seen your love for i have the blackeyes to prove it i've known your love the damned baby within me proves it abused and broken love beatings unspoken of you say i love you too fuck you lohateve Nightshade samurai dull flicker, the room dances with life; whisper of trance pours from the speakers bowing head, warrior prepares for strife so much time crashes by; its the longest minutes of his life and his duty begs him to cry as he wishes he was dead silent warrior kneels among the bodies while the field runs red dis bbang they all whisper goodbye, inconstancy eternal a soft wave - a star blinking out in an inner universe (the thread breaks) and the nothingness is greater than the pre-time void known only as The Beginning suddenly, a personal piece is vacant unnatural, a missing hand on a tick-tock, leaving a winter bleak soul behind to nurse its wounds, and arm itself for the next battle demonika A Cry A Cry ... In the dark, For the secrets that are still yet to be revealed. For the loses of the past. In the daylight, only this heart may shine, for the nights hold the shadows of the past, too close at hand. Shimmering moonlight, tears roll down, as I reach for no one that is there. Having lost, what I once had, and counted on, only because, I trusted ... A Cry ... will not be heard, for those that have betrayed ... Nor, will A Cry be felt, for the loss of this one. Kamira ------------------------------------------------------- E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com & demonika@dim.com ------------------------------------------------------- to receive new issues via e-mail, send mail to jericho@dimensional.com 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: AnonFTP: FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK/POETRY WWW: http://www.dimensional.com/~jericho ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author. ------------------------------------------------------- F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997