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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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in a word, poetry is celebration. of your thoughts,
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of your emotions, of your life. or of nothing. sometimes
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it is pure unmoderated venting while at times it is a
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very efficient means for outburst. one piece can mean
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everything to one, and nothing to the rest. odd, that
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sometimes in those cases, it isn't the author that it
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means something to.
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to keep writing in a field that will never be explained.
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fuck poetry
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poetry
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defines who and what you feel
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its content should be interpreted
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by the reader and what
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they
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get
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out
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of
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it.
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not because of someone
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else's say so.
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poetry is never
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done
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just right.
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it
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just
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is.
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simunye 11-14-97
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chosen paths
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I glance to the side.
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There walks a man,
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His smile tentative, unsure.
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He trudges alongside me,
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On this path we've shared
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For what seems like
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Forever.
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The embodiment of stability,
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Of steadfastness,
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I meet his eyes,
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Where I glimpse occasional
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Understanding.
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I grasp his hand,
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So as to keep him in step with me.
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I know this man,
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The nurturing, the dependability,
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The weaknesses, the doubts.
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Comfort is his name.
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I glance to the side.
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There walks a boy,
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A sensual smile, that come hither look
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Of seduction gleaming.
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He dances alongside me,
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On a path all his own,
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Hands reaching to entice,
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Eyes daring, mocking, beckoning
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Me to share his path but offering
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No guarantees.
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I reach for his hand,
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So as not to lose sight
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Of something so potentially precious.
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I know this boy,
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The sensuality, the desire.
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Lust is his name.
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I glance behind me,
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Three sets of footsteps angling
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Ever closer,
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Sure, in time, to meet.
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I glance ahead of me.
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My vision blurs.
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krystalia
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when you look upon your rose bush and take a deep sigh
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when you look across the mountains and rivers in your back yard
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when you look through the face of the valley you say
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my god
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why is the world so beautiful
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and
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when i wake up in an alley with trash cans piled on top of me
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when i wake up with the view of my druggie friends one dead
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when i wake up and look out onto the street i say
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my god
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why is the world so beautiful
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rage
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Delusions
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Looking around, and reaching upward,
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I finally have found that I have been contained,
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captured in a delusion.
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A delusion that you actually cared,
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and that I mattered to you.
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Delusions that I would be missed,
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or wondered about at all.
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Looking around, and reaching upward,
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I pull myself out and look about.
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The sun is shining bright.
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Funny, how I got used to such darkness.
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Now reaching out, I begin to realize,
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that the days that are now a daze,
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no longer matter, because,
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The delusional walls, are coming down.
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A delusion that you actually wanted me,
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or cared that I lived or died.
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Friendship supposedly stronger,
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that was a delusion that I believed, too.
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Pulling myself up, I am leaving you behind,
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wishing things could have turned out non-delusional,
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but, before I drown in a room of illusions,
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I now walk out the door, knowing you never cared at all, or no more.
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Delusions now known,
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the game is over,
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and I am no longer a pawn to be tossed astray.
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You have written me off, but now I write you out.
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Kamira September 7th, 1997
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as i am
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quite simply
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take me
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as i am
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make me not a
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burgeoning butterfly
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dressed up in mother's
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theater gown
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touch me not with
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fingertips velvet
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too shyly to meet
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with fleshly notice
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speak to me not with
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words too light to
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crush a sparrow wing
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instead,merely
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allow me to be me
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loving you
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demonika
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where there's a WILL...
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crime
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once, and you are lucky
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twice - talented
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the third time is charm
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four times - a legend
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five times?
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fucking invulnerable.
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or not. you're just a gambler's dream
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dis. (dedication to sensai voyager)
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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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