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 - ------------------------------------------------------- why do others swoon over poetry? without reading it.. just knowing that you write it, something drives them to want to look into your soul. your cries that it is private, lost on their unwilling ears. sometimes romantic, sometimes sick, sometimes everything else. the one thing it always is, is a true piece of what you are. no wonder they want to read it. ------------------------------------------------------- To Someone You have built up someone you wish to be.. and someone you pretend to be.. you even tell yourself you are that way, even though you are not ... who you wish yourself to be. Someone who hurts others before they can hurt you. Someone no one can fall in real love with, so you never have to have heartache, again. Wishing yourself to be someone who is hate-filled. Inside a battle between good and bad, right and wrong rage on. Not wanting to feel the good, so the bad does not seem bad. Doing whats wrong, in hopes of destroying what is right ... just like what was so right once destroyed a part of you. I do not apologize for how you have become.. however I do apologize for how I dealt with you.. Even back then though that battle was beginning to rage. A battle which, if I would have stayed - I would never have survived. It is to the someone I once saw in you.. I beg that you let your heart's light shine. And, it is to the someone who is today, that I hope never stays. Anonymous To You Sitting down, I begin to read, soaking in the words, my very blood begins to boil. Once you were not a coward, you had a heart, do not deny, because I know. For shared them with me. Cares, concerns, loves, likes, instead of empty words and that are lies. Lies of which you spin ... Living a life that even you hate. Eyes that held care, a touch which warmed me. Now hollows and sends chills to everything you touch. Young and niave, wanting more than what either oneof could give, a mistake. Which changed you and I forever. Part is by my doing, part is your belief. Having hurt one another deeper than a boardsword ever could. Somewhere the you I once knew must reside ... will he always hide? Look up, stop dragging yourself down, and realize you too could soar on happinesses wings. Be real instead of this one you built, which you figure can never be hurt. With your creation, you are now a shell of what you wish would never feel, again. In reality you are murdering yourself. And scared to feel, you are scared to live. Kamira October 28, 1997 SURVEYING THE GIRL GRIDDLE it seems my house is tilting south; my two pancakes bump into each other in the pan like two heaping spoonful breasts gently caressed by buttery hands - I would love to taste the sweet syrup between her fluffy thighs; it is true - my house is sinking south. Indiana Poet Jan. 2, 1998 regarding religion sinner mocks god in his sleep emotional turmoil is sinner's drug silly christian, don't you know not to fight? i crucified your god in my dreams last night. dis i don't know when the depression started i don't know when i went insane all i remember is some girl standing on a road some place i cannot recall all i remember is the way she wore a look of dissatisfaction across her beautiful face when she saw my gaze. i didn't know her heart i didn't know her desires i didn't know her wants i didn't know her needs i didn't know her life,past,dreams all i knew was me and my heart for it was the only thing that could speak to me. i looked down upon her expression with a feel of sadness, maybe that is when it started, maybe it was the day she told me to go away without opening her mouth rage ------------------------------------------------------- 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