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Fucked Up College Kids Poetry 010

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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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let me tell you a quick story. last week, burned out and
overworked, i collapsed in my bathroom. the doctor said
it was exhaustion. so i called in sick, turned off all of
my monitors, and spent 3 days reading. literally. i never
left except to eat and drink. words can save your soul. so
turn off your computer and read something that is printed
on dead trees. your mind and body will thank you for it.

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To come back to the one,
What a loving thought.
To erase human error,
In which we have fought.
To reach enlightenment,
While on this earthly plane.
To find peace in a world,
That seems so insane.
To walk by an ocean,
And feel my soul take flight.
To look into your eyes,
And see tha shining light.
This is my prayer;
That all hearts would feel...
The love of the divine,
That is so real.

sadia



ORGANIC EMOTION

moods sift through a sieve
to extract the seedy pulp
allowing naked feelings
to explain their genitalia

Indiana Poet Dec. 27, 1997



Someone's Watching Over Me

Someone's watching over me,
for it was said, if I would take a step,
in this colony, I never would breathe again.

Looking out over the cars,
that line the streets like ants,
I know someone must be,
watching over me.

Walking along, a pebble rolls ahead,
just as I was told my head would,
if I were to ever attempt
to walk this line.

Breathing in and breathing out,
I wonder if someone is copying my every move,
or is it I am just lucky enough,
to have someone watching over me?

Kamira



Hypocrite!

All poetry sucks. No talent, eccentric
fucks.
subjective creativity is not art
and does not hold meaning.

Anyone can scribble, we can all force
rhymes.

So what makes 'good' poetry. If
YOU like it. Nothing else. Like
beauty
it is in the eye
of the beholder. Simple
as that as my
pen runs dry.

Damn.



i've been lashing in the dark
just to feel your broken heart
and my mind goes racing down
and the tears touch to my frown
i have not heard you say my name
for life is all a game

won't you come out side with me
we will find the abandoned tree
here we sit inside the day
just waiting for the rain
then the night comes out again
for this is now our end

rage



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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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