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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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[intro]
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kiss the needles
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a snow white pain
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seethes in morbid silence
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a quiet simplicity that
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outlines my very being
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quickly - turn off the lights
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before searing brightness
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burns my mortal soul
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unwilling and unable to
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fulfill the simple desires
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that permeate his being
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i wonder what it is to
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be a violet - perfection
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in its own right
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imagine the possibility of
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suffering a yellow soul and
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being adored in spite of it
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a silent reaching, a bleeding
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within within
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and yet beautiful without
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what is it about innocence
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that beckons? And can I
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capture that lacy corsage
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and pin it upon my own
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breast? Or would it prick me,
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a sharp death instrument,
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shunning the torrid veined
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flesh that lives there?
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That flesh
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That flesh that knows
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teeth and fists, an intelligent
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knowing that blackens
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and mars, a rose petal
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torn by life. See the gentle
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curl of ruin and love it as
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you would a violet
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please.
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demonika 4/14/98
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Blood
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My bite breaks the surface of his trembling, pale skin,
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as I rest his head gently upon my shin.
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His warm, moist, luscious blood drips through the cracks of my teeth,
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and I listen to the sound of my tasteful love's frightened shrieks.
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I see him squirm, wiggle and tighten his fist,
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as I move in to give him one final everlasting kiss,
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I feel his chilled flesh between my two hands,
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while his hair parts into small, thin strands.
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He looks at me with pleading blue-green eyes,
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as I smile sweetly and lick my lips dry.
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I let him loose and he falls to the floor,
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as I walk away wishing I had more.
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I move on to find my next male victim,
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as the sun sets and the day becomes dim.
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I walk through the woods, lips coated with dry blood,
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sneakers carrying me through the sticky mud.
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Crickets chirping their tune,
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while I look up and cry at the moon.
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My eyes that have changed to auburn,
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look around remembering all I have learned.
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Hair of blond that has now been changed to a darker shade of black,
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hugs my shoulders and dances on my back.
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I hear him in the distance, so my pace becomes faster,
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something grabs me from behind, it is my master.
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He created me so he is my love,
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I wonder if I am damned as I look up above.
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What I have become is not my fault, I didn't have a choice,
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when it came to my decision, he had stolen my voice.
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I do not wish to be changed, I longer understand the meaning of good,
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you can try to change me back, but I doubt anyone ever could.
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Volaris
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New Gods Decree
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subtle lies, faithless cries
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i hear them all
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for I am one of the new gods
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let it be, the emotional debris
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persecution unending, my soul in lending
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new stye of abuse
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for I am one of the new gods
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flesh is torn, again i'm born
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self damage your sin, as if giving in
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you try to drag me back
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for I am one of the new gods, and this is my decree
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mea culpa 98
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TEMPORARY PLOT
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it's motionless. this passing
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phase sleeps. decision want
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to circumsize my integrity.
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peeling back love. leaving
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emotions on the floor. one
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more kiss for credibility.
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childhood forces. black
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days and dead nights. everyone
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sees them pointing a finger.
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wake up. nothing breaks
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like a dream. and no one
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knows you when you linger.
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borrowing idols. turning to
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sounds for answers. and there's
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only one more sacrifice to try.
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thoughts harvest hate. sanity
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bleeds into the Holy Grail. but i
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am not prepared to fight and die.
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Indiana Poet March 5, 1998
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In times of sadness pressing madness,
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you make me laugh comical tears,
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to forgetful hardships colored murky,
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we elope to happiness hello honest,
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you attire my emotions adorned alive,
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I love you like sunsine heated time.
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In times of sickness pressing wickedness,
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you make me well thankful health,
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to amnesia amazement cured despondency,
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we elope to fancy for each other,
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a rare caring crafted honey,
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you've acquired my emotions dancing inside,
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I love you like sunshine heated time.
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Sadia
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Dark Cavern
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Dark cavern of my refuge
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Only the way I want it.
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Light as much or as little,
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scent and decor up to me.
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Alcove in the wall,
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where I can stop and stare.
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No need to wonder,
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what I am doing there.
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Not liking the outter-world
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I can always find my way,
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to that dark cavern.
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Dark cavern of my refuge.
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Filled with only the items I wish
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no need for rushing or being harsh.
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The cavern is onlyt he way I want it.
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Days or years do not matter.
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For I shall always ...
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the dark cavern of my refuge.
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Kamira March 20, 1998
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BULIMIA
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Images
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in front of me
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waifs
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wisps of hair
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I stare into my reflection
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and cry
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fill my needs
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pour in more
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It's full
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I stick the hand of fate
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down my throat
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deeper
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come out
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anger, bitterness
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fill me
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purging
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pouring out
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like a river
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with empty
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promises
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of becoming you
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a frail bird
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empty soul
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a waif
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Longing,
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Bingeing,
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Purging
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BlueRose
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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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