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