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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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"I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
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and you are not in this world to live up to mine.
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You are you, and I am I..." - Frederick Perfs
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I was so young when I first read that. Always kept it in
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the back of my mind. Don't know what made me remember
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it this time, just that in editing a zine of any nature,
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it is a wise lesson to be remembered. Poetry is a subjective
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medium, one that has no real basis for determining value
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or talent. Always keep this in mind when reviewing
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works of poetry, for it helps keep perspective on the
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overall experience.
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Fluttering Ideas
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Ideas flutter through my mind,
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as the conversation goes on around me.
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I wonder many things, and wish nothing.
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Noticing none of them, wonder,
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why it is, that I am so quiet, today.
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Probably better that way.
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Pictures of the way things use to be,
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find their way to my line of vision,
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I look through them,
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trying to get to the end.
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Not wanting to remember most of them,
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and wishing the others did not happen.
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Then I find one, that I wish I could live again.
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Flipping from the pictures,
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are memories that are found,
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deep inside my mind.
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I wonder why, things happened the way they did,
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and ask myself "Who was it that I used to be?".
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Shaking my head,
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I do not want all that pressure, again...
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but, here I find myself,
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so close to where I dropped the quarter.
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Wanting nothing else,
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but a simple happiness,
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knowing nothing else,
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except hardship.
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Wishing nothing, wanting things,
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needing only a few ...
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I cannot help but wonder,
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where I am now,
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and where I will be tomorrow.
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Ideas flutter through my mind ...
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Kamira
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magnetic poetry ii.
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a woman is a gorgeous monster
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of sweetest beauty
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a pink picture -- a delicious rose
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her language is black poetry
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demonika
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Family Values
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Brian can't come out to play,
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he got a nasty bruise today.
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"Don't run in the house," I always say.
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Ask again another day.
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Brian can't come out to play,
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He really burned his hand today.
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"Don't play with matches," I always say.
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Ask again another day.
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Brian can't come out to play,
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Because he broke his arm today.
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"Don't horse around," I always say.
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Ask again some other day. . . .
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Brian can't come out to play.
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Because Brian . . .
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Brian died today.
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legion
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cursory
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her eyes reached out to me
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picked me up and spun me about
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a cursory examination to size me up
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something's wrong, the eyes glaze over
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her demeanor changes once again
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the firm grasp over me tightens
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drains my will before my strength
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dis 1996
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confusion on the wings of despair
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Ride comfortable into the night
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like an old enchanting melody
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Cradling the words against my ear
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The wind on the lips like a touch
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or perhaps a breath reminders that
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i'm still alive.
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I dive mercilessly into the air,
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finding comfort in the dark,
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shading my eyes from the light
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Veins throbbing with fright
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Aching to explore uncharted
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arrays of the sky but the
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grasp still holds tight.
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A bird trapped by five fingers
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and two feet.
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Struggling to to be free....
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and yet submissive to the familiar
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clutch. Fighting fruitlessly ,
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squirming , yearning...but alas no avail
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For night is my master, and i forever
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its slave....
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bluerose 11-03-97
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do you remember the way the sun set upon your face like a pale rose.
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or the song the angels sung as they kissed your cheek and made the
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apparitions vanish into night.
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the things that made you well, the things that cured your pain.
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and the only thing that scares me is the truth.
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and the only thing i've found is the truth.
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what irrational thoughts have become my salvation.
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and what irrational deeds have become my salvation.
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the next time you hear a scream upon my watch,
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shout to the gods "this thing you have made was not fit for life."
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rage
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E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com & demonika@dim.com
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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
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