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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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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
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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 again,
Look out there, the sky shows its sorrow,
Look outside, think it'll heal by tomorrow?
can you see the scars?
they're hardly reflective.
Open mouths, silent cries,
anyone can tell,
the look of haunted eyes,
rivers of tears flowing down,
the slivers of fear,
you wear like a crown,
I can feel you here,
haunting what once was me.
-kel
HOW TO WRITE POETRY: AN INSTRUCTIONAL VIDEO
(WITHOUT PICTURES OR SOUND OR AN ANNOYING CASSETTE)
writing poems is like
growing a garden:
w o r d s
dispersing
s d r o w
and weeding out
unnecessary punctuation - ,,,;;;'''///...<<<:::"""???>>>.
writing poems is like
having a baby:
puuussshhh!
puuussshhh!
pop! -
out comes a poem.
writing poems is like
receiving a massage:
someone's heartbeat
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through those finger
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rhythm in each stanza.
writing poems is like
making sunset love:
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Indiana Poet June 30, 1998
forthcoming
winding down a solo train
switching feet to ease the pain
lit only by fluorescent rain
life's allegory aches for gain
fingers always in my eyes
picking out the ticks and flies
and halfway through i realize
there can't be truths without some lies
a wincing pain, my head i hold
i ate it whole, i ate it cold
it baffles all, both young and hold
that one hath dared to break their mold
the glass is scratched and tinted grey
it shatters, forming an array
forboding, telling of the day
and it will come, when they will pay
Ve Magni
Hydrogen Ball
There it was up in the clouds,
burning orange and gray.
The glorified ugly demise,
of another day.
It's colors changing constantly,
turn to blue and black.
Just like the sky's been bruised,
the demon's coming back.
Bringing hell along with him,
again darkness will reign.
Shadows seem to drift away,
a darkened stain remains.
It's cold and damp, it's dark outside,
surrounded by our sorrow.
The people pray in vain and hope,
to see the light tomorrow.
But then the sky comes alive,
as clouds are blown away.
Midnight came and left again,
he left his pseudo-day.
Light from this glowing mass,
reflects upon the night.
The sphere mirror seems to shine,
but stars put up a fight.
Speckled lights across the sky,
are faint but plain to see.
A hole of light is brighter though,
it dances down to me.
It's rises high above this mess,
then falls back down below.
Again the sky is cold and black,
this emptiness I know.
On the verge of suicide,
the shining ball arrives.
This mass of burning hydrogen,
has burned into my eyes...
Levi
extremely violent dreams in an otherwise serene life
haunted by my own death, i continue on
perusing backlit beach framed on the wall
listening to accursed music from the floor
a sullen image frozen in mind
liquid silver tears blaze a new trail
and they tell me to let it go....
mea_culpa
SEARCHING:
Through the depths of darkness & despair
Some days I wish I am not there
Other days I drift around
Consumed by misery, and love not found
Life so diminutive, pain prolonged
Tell me lord, what have I done so wrong
Meet a man so sweet and nice
He slices my heart up, with a knife
I have these delusions, my minds not the same
I guess it's a feeling, which comes with the pain
Imagine my surprise as life rushes by
Makes me think, that I just want to die
But I fight and struggle to get away
My soul will die if I decide to stay
I'll keep on dreaming of a life so sweet
Maybe find, treasured moments to keep.
Blaise
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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