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