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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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Only my heart can show the pain,
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Only my touch can show my happines,
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Only my thoughts can show the confusion,
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Only my speaking can show my knowledge.
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- Denise McCay
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unfinished symphony
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Look outside, the gods are crying,
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screaming out their agony,
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look outside, they're all lying,
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searing with their epathies,
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look outside, see the world,
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writhing in its pain,
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look outside, see the earth,
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starting over again,
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Look out there, the sky shows its sorrow,
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Look outside, think it'll heal by tomorrow?
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can you see the scars?
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they're hardly reflective.
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Open mouths, silent cries,
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anyone can tell,
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the look of haunted eyes,
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rivers of tears flowing down,
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the slivers of fear,
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you wear like a crown,
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I can feel you here,
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haunting what once was me.
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-kel
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HOW TO WRITE POETRY: AN INSTRUCTIONAL VIDEO
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(WITHOUT PICTURES OR SOUND OR AN ANNOYING CASSETTE)
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writing poems is like
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growing a garden:
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w o r d s
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dispersing
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s d r o w
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and weeding out
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unnecessary punctuation - ,,,;;;'''///...<<<:::"""???>>>.
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writing poems is like
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having a baby:
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puuussshhh!
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puuussshhh!
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pop! -
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out comes a poem.
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writing poems is like
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receiving a massage:
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someone's heartbeat
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n
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u c
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o e
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b s
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through those finger
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t
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i
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p
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s -
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rhythm in each stanza.
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writing poems is like
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making sunset love:
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(censored)
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Indiana Poet June 30, 1998
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forthcoming
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winding down a solo train
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switching feet to ease the pain
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lit only by fluorescent rain
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life's allegory aches for gain
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fingers always in my eyes
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picking out the ticks and flies
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and halfway through i realize
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there can't be truths without some lies
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a wincing pain, my head i hold
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i ate it whole, i ate it cold
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it baffles all, both young and hold
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that one hath dared to break their mold
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the glass is scratched and tinted grey
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it shatters, forming an array
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forboding, telling of the day
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and it will come, when they will pay
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Ve Magni
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Hydrogen Ball
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There it was up in the clouds,
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burning orange and gray.
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The glorified ugly demise,
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of another day.
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It's colors changing constantly,
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turn to blue and black.
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Just like the sky's been bruised,
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the demon's coming back.
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Bringing hell along with him,
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again darkness will reign.
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Shadows seem to drift away,
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a darkened stain remains.
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It's cold and damp, it's dark outside,
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surrounded by our sorrow.
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The people pray in vain and hope,
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to see the light tomorrow.
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But then the sky comes alive,
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as clouds are blown away.
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Midnight came and left again,
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he left his pseudo-day.
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Light from this glowing mass,
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reflects upon the night.
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The sphere mirror seems to shine,
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but stars put up a fight.
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Speckled lights across the sky,
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are faint but plain to see.
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A hole of light is brighter though,
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it dances down to me.
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It's rises high above this mess,
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then falls back down below.
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Again the sky is cold and black,
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this emptiness I know.
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On the verge of suicide,
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the shining ball arrives.
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This mass of burning hydrogen,
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has burned into my eyes...
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Levi
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extremely violent dreams in an otherwise serene life
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haunted by my own death, i continue on
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perusing backlit beach framed on the wall
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listening to accursed music from the floor
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a sullen image frozen in mind
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liquid silver tears blaze a new trail
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and they tell me to let it go....
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mea_culpa
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SEARCHING:
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Through the depths of darkness & despair
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Some days I wish I am not there
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Other days I drift around
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Consumed by misery, and love not found
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Life so diminutive, pain prolonged
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Tell me lord, what have I done so wrong
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Meet a man so sweet and nice
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He slices my heart up, with a knife
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I have these delusions, my minds not the same
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I guess it's a feeling, which comes with the pain
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Imagine my surprise as life rushes by
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Makes me think, that I just want to die
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But I fight and struggle to get away
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My soul will die if I decide to stay
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I'll keep on dreaming of a life so sweet
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Maybe find, treasured moments to keep.
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Blaise
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E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com & demonika@dim.com
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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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