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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 think we ought to read only the kind of books that
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wound and stab us . . . We need books that affect us
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like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death
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of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being
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banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide.
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us."
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- letter to Oskar Pollak, by Franz Kafka
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And so mirrors poetry....
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Kdqhdgp's Heart
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I have a locket,
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that I wear around my neck.
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It's silver and simple,
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hangs at just the right length.
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Seeing it at first sight,
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I thought of you,
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and I hope now you will think of me.
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Wear it, tuck it away, lock it beyond ...
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There is only one - you
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that I know besides myself
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only interested in knowing
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the truth ... the truth of my heart lies inside.
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I wear this locket,
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when I am missing you,
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or wish I was closer,
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or just when you're on my mind.
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My heart is as if a locked locket,
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that can only open to a certain person
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that can seep into it, and view it,
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being able to hold it, and not condem it.
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The locket I wear about my neck,
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will be given away - very soon.
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I will miss it, but I know
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that it should be yours.
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For it is only you
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that has somehow helped
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free this locked heart of mine.
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It must go to you.
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This locked locket
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will only be opened by you ...
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for it has my heart and I hope
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you will take care of it.
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Not being able to say
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exactly what all I sense or feel,
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I will just leave it at this ...
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a silver, simple heart-shaped locket.
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-Kamira
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A seagull cries
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The water laps against the cockles
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as the tide is ripped from the bay
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mist shrouds the pines that stand motionless
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on the bar.
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Surf crashes down from behind,
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as i lay in the open
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alone and saddened
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by the disrepair of lives forgotten
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lives lost
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in the silence, i hear
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their dreams as once they lived,
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their love, their friendships
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made and lost forever.
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true story v2.0
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i need you,
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do you need me?
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i plant a kiss on your bare stomach,
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and follow it to the cleft of your breasts,
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with passion,
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again and again,
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you inspire me,
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to the point of insanity,
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you make me want you more and more,
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everyday,
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i'll make love to you until the sun implodes,
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kiss after kiss,
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day after day,
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over and over,
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until you tire of me,
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for i love you,
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and there's not a goddamn thing anyone can do to kill that love sugar...
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resolve
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[i feel the] guilt for my
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actions. did I not see her resolve? was
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I scared? or did I not match hers as
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I fled onward in life? [scared to give]
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contemplation yielded to [painful]
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decision. a forced [one second] attrition
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to please her. to puppet the rest
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of my life. snap judgement that
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now brings pain, like the rope to neck. [will
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next week]
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even knowing, will i let it happen? i must
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so dearly live for that pain. single voice
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of unheard merit, cry out in musical hell.
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why can't i
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explain that i live without her, because
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of my own shortcoming, not hers.
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with a 'no' falling off lips, i silently
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ask you to give me self again. i know i'm
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so wrong, i know my pain will grow.
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with that
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i lost resolve
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and here i'm damned. to solitude.
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mea culpa
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your mold is too small
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for the plaster that is me
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i crack at the seams
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of your wishes and hopes
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my inferior material will
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not curve gracefully to
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your vision of artistic
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perfection
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force it if you must
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and watch your masterpiece
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crumble into a haze of
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smoky dust, your grand
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vision reduced to the
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possibility of an almost
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being
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i laugh in your face
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controlling creators
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with the grimaces of
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children watching their
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sandcastles washed into
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the tide
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demonika
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THIS HAPPENS WHEN YOUR LOVER RETURNS
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To Her Again
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love ferries through your veins
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like seagulls fly across the bay
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they will return home from loneliness
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while love cycles back to your heart
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love deposits itself in fingers and toes
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but it cannot grasp other loves
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until it evolves into more than lust
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when whispers echo lingering touches
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love remains as sedentary flesh
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when it cannot be refreshes by a kiss
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because neglect traps this emotion
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behind negative regrets from your past
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and when remorse calls your numb
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love still seeks to escape injustice
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but no matter how many times you forget
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love keeps flowing toward your heart
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Indiana Poet April 29, 1998
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Blood
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Cut so cleanly,
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Shaped like jewels,
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Maybe emeralds, maybe diamonds,
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Hitting the ground they explode,
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Smaller and smaller jewels,
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So very precious, so very red,
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So very necessary,
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Worth a fortune to the few,
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Taken for granted by the many,
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The great equilizer,
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Fending off death,
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Foretelling its arrival,
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Microscopically dissected,
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Broken apart, simulated and studied,
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Its importance has faded, its mystery unravelled,
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Its purpose known...
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Pain, despair, lose, love, loneliness, hopelessness, rejection,
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All of these and more, the unlearnt,
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The unknown, unfound reasons,
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Cut so cleanly,
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Shaped like jewels,
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Down they drip, down they fall,
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The light fades, things get darker,
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Breathe comes slower, calmer,
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Life, life, life, its a whisper,
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Slipping, slipping into serenity
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Everything becomes clearier,
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A mystery to many,
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Blood.
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Inner^Kry 16/Jul/98
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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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