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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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it has spirit. it has fire. it might even smell funny.
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but you love it. that is why you read it. poems. from
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all over the place. there are demons. there are heroes.
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sorry, no ice cream. but you can still take your licks
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from these fabulous poets. we are all poets. some sing
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and some snore. but we all write because we can, we
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want to, we need to and, well, because if we were not
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writing these great poems, which are all neat and tidy
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in presentation below, we are probably just regular
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people busting our asses at the fast food joint. enjoy
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this superb installment of literary goolash. peace.
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A forgotten field of grass and hay
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Holds a crumbling wall of earth's decay
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Whose upturned stones are faithfully shielding
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A small tin box of possessions yielding
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One last chance at a hope that's burning
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In a forgotten traveller's life long journey.
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A freedom denied him in his youth
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In hopeless pursuit of the truth
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Barred from success by life's relent
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And wearied dreams inside him pent
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By fear of failing expectation
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Under constant attack and evaluation.
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Yet within the torn forgotten letter
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A light will shine which teaches better
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Than to accept the horrors thrust upon
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And pursue a life before its gone
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And from doubt's strong prison free the dream
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Letting imagination from within one stream.
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.illusionary. 29 Apr 1998
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Trip Like I Do
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Trip like I do.
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Visuals beynd comprehension.
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Experience is a new thrill.
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Alchohol is water
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Drus are a waste of time.
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Red wine mixing red blood.
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Pure soul pouring out
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living death screaming inward
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stop
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slow start, recover from old
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begin again, quick return
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fucking scream through me!
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I used to be somebody
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I am everyone. The world is me.
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Beyond, flowing aroud all
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done
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Trip like I do.
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mea_culpa 12-20-97
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Closets
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Mingeled, mangeled memories
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rumble in my mind
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Jingle Jangeled pieces of a time
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forgetten ,
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lost between now and .......
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never
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Dark demons bear your name
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your taste still lingers on my lips
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and i feel you in between my hips
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I push them out
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in
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and
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out
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they go
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Finally they've disappeared
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as darkness turns to dawn
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and within the night
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again they roam
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and i moan ....... louder
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they run back in and hide
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within the closets of my mind
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LIFELINE FRAGMENTS
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i'm fortunate. i've been
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close to death. another
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turn, another choice.
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no god. one too
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many paths. leaving
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hope in a dead voice.
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faith in eyes. listening
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to the forces. this
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passion, that disgrace.
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no luck. drowning the
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word-talent. sticking
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melodrama on my face.
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i'm rewound. nothing
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to play me. technology
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for help, technology for hate.
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no tears. everyone
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wants a number. it's all
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merely society's bait.
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childhood in hands. pretending
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to see friends. her
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half-smile, his low talk.
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no crossroads. humming tunes
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in my feet. it's only
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fear that warms our walk.
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i'm uncertain. i'm thinking
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there's an answer. systematic
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dream, fool-proof goal.
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no enemies. prosperity
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resides in your motion. find
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one more piece to become whole.
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Indiana Poet March 2, 1998
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Say it aint so,
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apologies unwanted defiantly deferrable,
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unfaithful you are acting bizarre,
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guilty and liable for punishment,
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unbelievably mournful upon my judgment,
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let it go and see how easy it will be,
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let me go and set me free I see,
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unfair and uncaring eyes of broken pride,
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undercover love is not that kind.
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Say it aint so,
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I love you so you know,
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stop the hurt forever cursed,
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I try to expunge your thought but plunge,
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into a place lonely in space,
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I try to express my feelings as less,
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often to relinquish your dignity with peace again,
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but my love is confused, tangled, and abused,
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my love is accused, scandaled, and refused.
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sadia
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Night Worthless?
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Worthless night, no workout or heart
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just wasting time as thoughts go by.
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Leaving nothing for the better,
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marking not a thing for me.
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You are dancing with a twinkle in your eye.
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Your bodies move closer,
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you wonder if thats how I could be.
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Another heatless night gone away.
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What draws my thoughts
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to warmer places with other faces?
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Somehow, something is calling me,
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or is it my own wishes?
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Suffocating, alluring, nothing present.
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Is there anyone who could accept me,
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and I could love just the same?
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Another thought filled night.
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Worthless night, of only day dreams,
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nothing really seems real.
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Come calm my heart, if you are right,
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and maybe this will not just be another worthless night.
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Kamira Febuary 6, 1998
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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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