F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S ------------------------------------------------------- - t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e - ------------------------------------------------------- "I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I..." - Frederick Perfs I was so young when I first read that. Always kept it in the back of my mind. Don't know what made me remember it this time, just that in editing a zine of any nature, it is a wise lesson to be remembered. Poetry is a subjective medium, one that has no real basis for determining value or talent. Always keep this in mind when reviewing works of poetry, for it helps keep perspective on the overall experience. ------------------------------------------------------- Fluttering Ideas Ideas flutter through my mind, as the conversation goes on around me. I wonder many things, and wish nothing. Noticing none of them, wonder, why it is, that I am so quiet, today. Probably better that way. Pictures of the way things use to be, find their way to my line of vision, I look through them, trying to get to the end. Not wanting to remember most of them, and wishing the others did not happen. Then I find one, that I wish I could live again. Flipping from the pictures, are memories that are found, deep inside my mind. I wonder why, things happened the way they did, and ask myself "Who was it that I used to be?". Shaking my head, I do not want all that pressure, again... but, here I find myself, so close to where I dropped the quarter. Wanting nothing else, but a simple happiness, knowing nothing else, except hardship. Wishing nothing, wanting things, needing only a few ... I cannot help but wonder, where I am now, and where I will be tomorrow. Ideas flutter through my mind ... Kamira magnetic poetry ii. a woman is a gorgeous monster of sweetest beauty a pink picture -- a delicious rose her language is black poetry demonika Family Values Brian can't come out to play, he got a nasty bruise today. "Don't run in the house," I always say. Ask again another day. Brian can't come out to play, He really burned his hand today. "Don't play with matches," I always say. Ask again another day. Brian can't come out to play, Because he broke his arm today. "Don't horse around," I always say. Ask again some other day. . . . Brian can't come out to play. Because Brian . . . Brian died today. legion cursory her eyes reached out to me picked me up and spun me about a cursory examination to size me up something's wrong, the eyes glaze over her demeanor changes once again the firm grasp over me tightens drains my will before my strength dis 1996 confusion on the wings of despair Ride comfortable into the night like an old enchanting melody Cradling the words against my ear The wind on the lips like a touch or perhaps a breath reminders that i'm still alive. I dive mercilessly into the air, finding comfort in the dark, shading my eyes from the light Veins throbbing with fright Aching to explore uncharted arrays of the sky but the grasp still holds tight. A bird trapped by five fingers and two feet. Struggling to to be free.... and yet submissive to the familiar clutch. Fighting fruitlessly , squirming , yearning...but alas no avail For night is my master, and i forever its slave.... bluerose 11-03-97 do you remember the way the sun set upon your face like a pale rose. or the song the angels sung as they kissed your cheek and made the apparitions vanish into night. the things that made you well, the things that cured your pain. and the only thing that scares me is the truth. and the only thing i've found is the truth. what irrational thoughts have become my salvation. and what irrational deeds have become my salvation. the next time you hear a scream upon my watch, shout to the gods "this thing you have made was not fit for life." rage ------------------------------------------------------- E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com & demonika@dim.com ------------------------------------------------------- to receive new issues via e-mail, send mail to jericho@dimensional.com with "subscribe poetry". if you do not have FTP access and would like back issues, send a list of missing issues and they will be sent. ------------------------------------------------------- A V A I L A B I L I T Y: AnonFTP: FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK/POETRY WWW: http://www.dimensional.com/~jericho ------------------------------------------------------- (c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author. ------------------------------------------------------- F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997