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You incessantly babble to me things I don't care about as night falls into place and I ignore you and your desperate attempts to be human. I feel lonesome and disheartened right on schedule.
You are completely worthless and mean nothing to me, to anyone for that matter. I have lost belief in you, and myself. You are no longer my muse.
Your empty and broken promises fill the vase of perishing desires. Maybe they can strive off of them, for those are what I no longer live for. No longer do I need something to help me relate. Now I need something to help me cope with the fear that has marinated in my thoughts for as long as I can remember. Fear that I will never love, never be loved. The knowledge that I can never love, can never be loved. After tonight, it will not matter anymore.
Nicole
- Friday, August 11, 2000 at 20:25:56 (PDT)


When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste to the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if you fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. - Kahlil Gibran "The Prophet"
Cheshire Cat
- Friday, August 11, 2000 at 15:26:58 (PDT)


Mr. Webmaster
Pand box could be so much faster
A prune?
Maby by June ?














Karma@sutra.net
- Thursday, August 10, 2000 at 17:31:53 (PDT)


I love my boyfriend
I love my girlfriend
Wait is it sappose to be like this?
Is it an insult to call me bad names
I find it funny when u say you'll kick my ass
I welcome the death threat u put aopn me
Is it sappose to be like that?
Should i be worried that i know the perfect murder? should u be worried when i get angry?
I lofve the morbid
i crave blood like an addict
Is that how its sappose to be
Y kill myself when there is so many more people to make mad
Y die now when there is so much more fun to be had
R u sure this is how its sappose to be?
Black Rose
- Thursday, August 10, 2000 at 15:12:30 (PDT)


It was the only time
I ever pleaded for that lightning to come
for it to reach down and wring my neck in smoke
Maybe it was because I held the hand of you
And out there there's such a force that reminds me of what I was made of
before you stepped through
I KNOW YOUKNOWYOUKNOWYOUKNOW
you're a sonofabitch underfire
I know you wish I wish I were there
you WISH I wish you were here

It's because I can wear a frying pan so well
I can strike it so rich in you
you know I measure up
and you did it to see what I'd say
I'm fine
fine with
whatyoudoiswhatyouchose

Now you are emitting the signal
I just choose to see overlapped ants
what a miracle

There's a mermaid in your britches and she's half of both of me
I dare you to try

Eve
- Thursday, August 10, 2000 at 12:32:49 (PDT)


HELLO YOU GUYS!
JESSYCA
- Wednesday, August 09, 2000 at 19:47:05 (PDT)


it's been months since he's been gone from my life
and I can't seem to forget
i try not to remember
until I see the face of another
gazing back at me
and I think back to his eyes
the sad brown eyes...
staring back at me
and I hold back from this new love
since I can't let go of the past

love another?
stay together?
or run away..........
get away......

I can't risk it, my heart isn't ready

I'd take him back though a terrible choice that would be
he'd just break my heart once again

over and over
it doesn't end
somebody
- Wednesday, August 09, 2000 at 12:30:50 (PDT)


Headlights shine shadows
on sad summer smiles.
Volumes of rhythem and vocalized hearts
fight to hug the hurts of the heart.
We all curl inwards to protect and reflect
call home, home is where the hurt is.
Let's all of us hold hands and smile
in warmth and near.
Dry the fire and scream.
and LoVe Me
To LoVe YoU
yOuRsElF



If anyone is intersted in sharing their hearts,
e-mail me some words.
Dave
- Wednesday, August 09, 2000 at 00:01:46 (PDT)


Kasey it's been awhile since we last talked and I have
a lot to say
I now have lots of friends to watch peacefully lay
Seems their all dying day after day
It all seemed easier when all I cared for was to run
and play
Sometimes wonder what it's going to be like on my day
Wish so badly life was served on a silver tray
wish all troubles would just go away
Now to have fun you have to have an arm and a leg to pay
The only way to get by in this world is to pray
It's got to be the only way
Tasha Carpenter
- Tuesday, August 08, 2000 at 16:19:12 (PDT)



wings spread and fully fletched
Feeling the caress of the wind
seeing the vast world waiting to be explored.
Excitement Running hot in my veins.
I can do it, I can do it....... no I can't.
to leap out to the unknown will take more courage than I have.
I try to fit back into the shell I hatched from.



****please help me!!!! I need poetry to stick on my web page. send it to starsong_knz@yahoo.com*****
Elle White
- Monday, August 07, 2000 at 20:07:43 (PDT)


Does anyone think that Astronauts should be on sitcoms with CD players?
I for one am stricly against any funnel cake that makes 3rd graders go to a University in small tubes covered in Pepto Bismol.
If I could make a breast out of a casserole and 3 shoelaces, I certainly would not tell the janitor.
I feel that Mel Gibson is the only Gymnast who could afford a decent prostitute.
Contact Gorky the Wet Knight, tell him the Elephants has an evil plan for our elbows.
There's no sodium under my bed or in any of their sawblades, especially not when the Emperor is on the phone.
I was bored
- Monday, August 07, 2000 at 16:51:47 (PDT)


......Do you hear that?


Is it the Train?????



...who knows?
Fatman
- Saturday, August 05, 2000 at 00:24:48 (PDT)


Well Call me!
Don't be worried...I don't hate anyone...I'm talking to Amanda again for crying out loud!
RICH
- Saturday, August 05, 2000 at 00:24:02 (PDT)


heart aching to heal everyone's hurts
want to help all I can.
so much love inside of me
but no one can see.
I am invisible
Elle White. *to anyone who wants to help a fellow poet please email me with your poetry & I'll put it on my web site.
- Sunday, August 06, 2000 at 17:04:00 (PDT)


heart aching to heal everyone's hurts
want to help all I can.
so much love inside of me
but no one can see.
I am invisible
*too kind and I know it* Elle White. to anyone who wants to help a fellow poet please email me with your poetry & I'll put it on my web site. Email: Starsong_knz@yahoo.com
- Sunday, August 06, 2000 at 17:02:30 (PDT)


silent thoughts,
tears unseen.
wishing your absence was only a dream
but in my heart your memories are kept
I love you too deeply to EVER forget.


Elle White
- Sunday, August 06, 2000 at 16:39:55 (PDT)


You are the one and only Sweet Pea! I have been wanting to call you for awhile, but I have been hesistant because I didn't think you cared for me too much anymore. I miss you sweet Pea!
Jane
- Sunday, August 06, 2000 at 16:16:07 (PDT)


It all happened on a clear night
I never expected such a sight
I will never forget the look on his face
If only we were going at a slower pace
"I dont want to die tonight" he said
Next minute I hear he's dead
I try to get that dreadful sound out of my head
The voice saying he's dead is what I get instead
Will these tears ever go away
Will I really see him someday
RIP Shawn I love and you miss you
Ill always be your Boo
Tasha Carpenter
- Saturday, August 05, 2000 at 22:42:25 (PDT)


It all happened on a clear night
I never expected such a sight
I will never forget the look on his face
If only we were going at a slower pace
"I dont want to die tonight" he said
Next minute I hear he's dead
I try to get that dreadful sound out of my head
The voice saying he's dead is what I get instead
Will these tears ever go away
Will I really see him someday
RIP Shawn I love and you miss you
Ill always be your Boo Tasha Carpenter
Tasha Carpenter
- Saturday, August 05, 2000 at 22:41:18 (PDT)


Why does it hurt so much to be falling in love with you?.........I don't want to leave you
I'd give anything to stay.
Feeling sorry for myself doesn't solve anything.

Thought I'd share that with all of you....
someone
- Saturday, August 05, 2000 at 01:41:12 (PDT)


i need to tell this secret,be sure to keep it down,if this gets out i don't know what i'll do, i've held it in through many heartaches and all you did was smile, can't you see i've fallen in love with you, with you apology accepted,erase what's in the past you need me, you don't need them and in spite of my mistakes, i've learned there's so much i can take i can't believe what i'm saying, don't walk away so quickly, i haven't lost it yet, i just need to be honest with myself and all the times i've used my shoulder to wipe away the
tears, i vowed to see you with nobody else, or else apology accepted, erase what's in the past you need me, you don't need them and in spite of my mistakes, i've learned there's so much more i can take, i can't believe what i'm saying, then it hits me, fooled again into thinking, we'd be more than friends, the messages you left for me, will all go unreturned, i need some time to think about the facts, i opened up my heart to you and you hid yours away, so silence is the best way to react, react apology accepted, erase what's in the past, you need me you don't need them and in spite of my mistakes there's only so much i can take, i can't believe what i'm saying, i'm saying, i'm saying

~88 fingers louie~
Kristina
- Friday, August 04, 2000 at 21:20:26 (PDT)


I know of your house and all it's trappings, I've lived
in one similar. It's all there is and naught of nothing. Love and hate and a whole lot of something.
But don't despair my little raven-hair. Happiness to most is oh so rare. Just dig in and eat the pie.
Be
- Friday, August 04, 2000 at 21:07:22 (PDT)


brokendown house
and a cell with the best trappings
the highest regards to the ceremonial defeat
cant that be all there is ?
and just why cant my life stop tomorrow?
call it a day
call it a life
call it something I have long since denied
call it
there are so many things here
and somehow there is nothing
I to wish I had some of that mervelous soup
to simply numb
and to the one I love
and she who cannot start a fire with gasoline
Jayme
- Friday, August 04, 2000 at 19:45:55 (PDT)


i am sorry
by: Morgan Tucker
i am sorry to have taken up so much of your time,
i am even sorrier to have let you have such an effect on my emotions. i am sorry for the babbling i have done to you, i am human and need to speak my mind. i am sorry i spoke it to you. i may not be so sorry had i gotten some response, but i haven't. when i think of you now i want to scream, i need to know what i've done wrong, where did i fuck up??? please tell me. all i ask is that you call and that is clearly too much to ask, i am sorry. i am sorry i have wasted your time, i am sorry i fell for you, and i am sorry you didn't fall back. "i am just a girl...standing here in front of a boy asking him to love her..." i am sorry i have asked too much...
morgan tucker
- Thursday, August 03, 2000 at 06:30:19 (PDT)


A gun a knife
sharp blade running deep
She wants to end it all
she really wants to die
she thinks death is better
and I haven't a clue why.

She doesn't know I've seen her plot
I've heard her cries at night
and before I realized it was so serious...
she was ready......
but the blood stayed inside
the blades didn't seep through
What about the next time?
how about when I'm not here?
Who will stop her then....
will she stop herself?
This breaks my heart.......it's all very true
but what can I say to my sister
who can't live her life through...
whatsitmatteranyway
- Wednesday, August 02, 2000 at 21:42:39 (PDT)


She found out I smoked. I'm in deep shit. Life sort of bottomed out on me fifteen stories over the pit of endless despair. Yep that's life...bottoms out and drops you on your ass...hard. Oh yeah I found out today that if there's heaven in brown eyes then you haven't seen them look pissed. That's right ladies and gentlemen, heaven resides in my baby's brown eyes but if she's angered then she's got more than enough hell to scare the living bejesus out of me.
One Whipped Cat
- Tuesday, August 01, 2000 at 21:31:43 (PDT)


NO ONE.
I SAID NO ONE COULD EVER REPLACE ME, CAKE.
THAT'S NOT AN ISSUE, THAT'S A FACT.
NOT EVEN IF YOU TRIED.

YOU GOT THAT, BOY?
Meline
- Monday, July 31, 2000 at 22:26:21 (PDT)


AWWWWW
Thank you Melissa
Amanda told me about that posting, and I was indeed touched. I'm not even sure if you meant anything deep or sincere, but it still sounded sweet to me. I know you probably hate me and all that shit, but you know I never had any negative feelings or anything towards you. Jayme and me had our problems and all, but I still really have nothing against her. All that shit stemmed from Wooten...and I'm sorry we all fell apart like that...well I just thought I'd post something to let you know I'm still alive.....Am I still Sweetpea?
RDU3, Ayatollah, and whatever I posted as before...
- Monday, July 31, 2000 at 02:58:07 (PDT)


I am still an architechtural blunder



I miss the soup train

Jane

- Thursday, May 18, 2000 at 01:41:22 (PDT)
RDU3
- Monday, July 31, 2000 at 02:54:13 (PDT)


God damnit, I just wish you wouldv'e been a man
and your same friends are the ones which pity you
the popularity may as well be rising
living up to your namesake
It has to be tough for you living up to expectations
I wonder how you feel
there is something you're not saying
went to the oracle
just be a man
Meline
- Saturday, July 29, 2000 at 11:27:46 (PDT)


I wonder if he even *has* a penis


am I overly accomodating?
Anonymous
- Friday, July 28, 2000 at 18:02:48 (PDT)


Words

Fairy tales and nursry rhymes
how do u smile with those tears in ur eyes
u tell me stories how ur ganna take me away
u promised so many thingsi dont belive a thing u say
I watch u cry urself to sleep at night
i wish i could cradle u in my arms and make evrything alright
but every day u make urself wake with tears in ur eyes and a smile-fake
i belive not a word u say
but someday i will take u away.

Black Rose
- Friday, July 28, 2000 at 12:49:13 (PDT)


Tears

My tears make a path that you trample and walk apon
My tears fill the ocean that you swim and splash in
Why dont you not care about about my feelings
Why do you trample and splash in my tears
my tears turn to blood
that stream down my face
the face once called an angels face by you
As long as you take the right path
even if it be through my tears
i will live as long as you remember thy tears
Black Rose
- Friday, July 28, 2000 at 12:47:06 (PDT)


I
You
?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 26, 2000 at 22:57:49 (PDT)


well at least I know youv'e been whetted now
possibly
how vague
we learn, and then we
learn what we know we like

like fish and thimbles
under his bed
snails and peacock feathers
in the back of his head
he wants a brigade
Mr. Colonel Colonnade
I wonder if he made her squeal
got her to go
ate a meal
I ain't part of your army dear
I know you want in
beside beneath
under some skin

I think you just woke up


"can't forget the things you never said, and on days like these starts me thinking..
CHICKENS GET A TASTE OF YOUR MEAT, GIRL..
He likes killing you after your'e done you think I'm a queer I think your'e a queer said I think your'e a queer, I think your'e a queer
I SHAVED every place where youv'e been boy, said I SHAVED every place where youv'e been.." ~T
Eve
- Wednesday, July 26, 2000 at 00:23:43 (PDT)


Lke smoke from a fire
they go up to heaven, the things i ponder
Like death and life,
and struggle and strife
why these and so many more
the man in "the raven" just loved his Lanor
and the Jabberwocky did none but die
But always the hero's are risen so high
all forget the ones that die
the raven said "nevermore" and yet i feel that nevermore means forevermore
Death is so final, death is the last
and time goes by so ver fast
So forget ye all the so many that fall
and forget me when my day has come
but remember to run
for when u die, for it is ur fate,
i'll meet u at the judgemant gates
Like smoke from a fire that goes to heaven
who will rememer the things i ponder?
Black Rose
- Tuesday, July 25, 2000 at 07:58:53 (PDT)


this is to all the milk ladies
you know the ones
( HOWEVER NEVER THINK OF THEM IN LUNCH ROOMS)

they come flowing in ... wherever you are
there paths so , well hard to say
before them
and they seem so accepting
with something slightly
askew
off the kilter
frazzled hair
weak chin
they are the missing link between
ambition and desperation
and they are the safe haven
for all the personality-less women
and they marry their men
and you can't stop them from flooding in
all those milk ladies

poopy
- Friday, July 21, 2000 at 23:24:20 (PDT)


it has been three months of joy
for a certain red headed boy
who has a girl with raven hair
brown eyes that say they care
a smile that speaks of bliss
heaven is hidden in her kiss


Cheshire Cat
- Friday, July 21, 2000 at 22:57:10 (PDT)


Lost in the nightmare
Misunderstood as love
I've come to the conclusion
That I'm just another building in your empire
Waiting to fall

I think I lost you that day
Talking about philosophy and democracy
As if they mattered at all
When all the world and it's contents are meaningless and worthless
While you, on the other hand
Are everything
And beside you I am nothing...
I don't deserve you...
You know that,
And I know that,
Yet nothing is said
And the silence drags on until your gracious enough
To hang up the phone

And as always I'm left with your words
Echoing through the empty chambers of my mind
Filling voids in me long neglected
And crawling with dust and spider webs
Flooding me with lies I'd like to believe are true
Leaving me with the false hope I've been living off of
Since the day I first saw you
Amanda's Girl
- Friday, July 21, 2000 at 21:45:46 (PDT)


i saw her in a coffee shop
in a big hotel down in
austin texas
she had cut her long hair off
and replaced it with blue eyes of
saddness
still acted like we were kids
and she told me that she had to marry
and she asked me if I did
still remember
sweet evening breeze
rolls around my
thoughts and memories
as I lie here today
and drink my tea
I can still see
sweet evening breeze


~ John Mellencamp (the wonderful king of melancholy,desperation,beauty, and rebellion)
jayme
- Friday, July 21, 2000 at 18:41:27 (PDT)


YA'LL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND
UP IN HERE, UP IN HERE

~DMX
Anonymous
- Friday, July 21, 2000 at 00:25:54 (PDT)


CALLA

plucked to spray
the top of wooden coffin
where my love lay

eternal slumber
eternal rest
of me, you definitly got the best

for all i gave
for all i lost
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
LaurenRae
- Friday, July 21, 2000 at 00:20:41 (PDT)


Multiple personalities
I don't understand
All these words you say
Seem so bland
You hold yourself up
You knock it all down
Your the lost century of anarchy
Without a crown
If I had to pick a color for you
It would be red with highlights of blue
Because even though you surround yourself with hate
Love is a quality that you also entrait.
fantasie
- Thursday, July 20, 2000 at 20:37:10 (PDT)


Another gumptious rematch between the two headstrong forces

but I miss her oatmeal cookies the most
(the kind with BOTH chocolate chips and raisins)

wash it down with a drop of indolence
wet that whistle boy

whittling away at ye olde mourning wood
Eve
- Wednesday, July 19, 2000 at 23:02:46 (PDT)


"Dying Inside"
by
Travis Ray Cole

There's a street with a guitar lead
a thousand miles of home
a gunshot in the distance
a leader turned poet

and your look,touch of warmth
it's turned away, protected by anger
in the middle of thier lies
we would only have each other

wipe the death out of your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die

I miss the morning light
giving away all the answers
its at the point where
no one cares if nothing really matters

a closed mind to scheduled lies
losing focus in passing time
an emptyness named goodbye
giving away more than glances

wipe the worms from your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die
turn away begin to die

like a snake she would strike
evil eyes its only life
take away every tomorrow
out of cruelty the passion dies
stab seventy thorns in my side
because bleeding means nothing
dying does'nt matter

you don't have to lie awake
stealing thoughts unkown
close your eyes when it hits
the end of a soul let go

rip the snakes out of your eyes
and they refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to death begin to die

in a dreams way out of night into day
dont look this way hell will never change
theres no good way may love rest in peace
come to me in my sleep

lies dance thru sentances
meaning love is'nt why
while there is no answer on your finger
the trigger is hard
your lips so dry

snakes slither thruogh trees
as rats run around me
spiders drop from the ceilings
and hell burns down in seas

tear the snales out of your eyes
a hundred times over
they still die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
inside death we say goodbye


CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net


Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, July 19, 2000 at 15:38:45 (PDT)


Without a Song"
by
Travis Ray Cole


I ain't got no nothing
worth thinking of
I ain't got no nothing
but hurt no love
so I can't remember lost love at the crossroads

our love lines cross
its what you run from
so I try to love nothing
cause nothing can't do me wrong
and I always end up
looking down an empty road

our lives are tangled
until my heart can't be broke
theres nothing left but the blues
just to turn a stone
like a kiss without words
like a robbin with no song

I try to pull out and leave
just to see if I could go
because when I wanted to know you
and showed I cared enough
you pushed me away into the empty calander
{Lead Break}

our love lines cross
its what you run from
so I try to love nothing
cause nothing can't do me wrong
and I always end up
looking down an empty road

Copyright{C}TRAVISRAYCOLE2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

traviscole
- Wednesday, July 19, 2000 at 15:34:56 (PDT)




"Things "

We may have slept with
Jack Ginsberg before he was nobody,
before he was nobody.
Can the hearing impaired have voices in thier heads?
Mine have a narrator
It is so sweet, my new stalker is writing to me
under ten different names,
sending me pages and pages of love poetry
which I delete unread and tell her
it was all very good.
mirroring the mirror of film
the moderns Grandma and Mom
always buy me the ugliest prostitutes.
You're not Steven Spielberg
Mark Twain the new Kerouac's
less vague {more accessible}
and surreal like we like it
we don't need your guilt pain
we dont need your guilt pain.
Being published, dictionary?
Does that include making hundreds of copies
and littering, I mean saturating the
intersection of Milwaukee and damen?
I won a small garlic press, that means what?
I won a small garlic press




Travis Ray Cole>>


Travis Ray Cole
- Wednesday, July 19, 2000 at 15:31:15 (PDT)


I am such an ass why can't I just leave things well enough alone
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 19, 2000 at 01:54:36 (PDT)


"pardon me while i burst into flames
ive had enough of this world and its peoples mindless games
pardon me while i burn
and rise above the flames
pardon me pardon me"

~Incubus

Anonymous
- Tuesday, July 18, 2000 at 16:47:16 (PDT)


leave this complication
im drowning in this shallow hell
eyes turn dark
mind quickly follows
rancid loneliness clouds me
cold lonely child
- Sunday, July 16, 2000 at 18:07:32 (PDT)


"if you love something, set it free"

whatever. ha ha ha
Anonymous
- Sunday, July 16, 2000 at 00:07:46 (PDT)


JDM right?
Anonymous
- Saturday, July 15, 2000 at 11:13:08 (PDT)


I wandered lonely as a cloud, cannons to the left of them cannons to the right of them, mccavity the mystery cat, all poems have wolves in them, apart from one, the most beatuful one of all, she pushes me aside with a shrug.
Peacock
- Saturday, July 15, 2000 at 07:22:09 (PDT)


Restless to remain forever
without a warm loving embrace
my mind is seeking cover
from tonight's obvious moonlite.

I wanna run to you and love you
with all of my pure and true heart
but in the end, its destined to fail
because I am a second guessor of myself.

Our chance meetings & unexpected colides
has made me think for just one moment
that life had for us a unique surprize
how was I to know that would not happen?

at least not as of yet do you come near
Maybe that is good and maybe it is not
the pain inside my chest is of a psychological kind...broken heart inside the mind.

never to know if the image of you
I up-hold was really true of us too?
I am scared of change with none to blame
I long for your companionship everyday.

I wanna be healthy and have a good mind
and know what it is like to love one
in particular for the rest of our time.

I thought I had found it but in the end
I deceived it and eventually it died
sacred moments experienced a few times
then we got all serious & our love died.

I killed my love through thinking of him
I feel hopeless in love since I saw you
you make me want to become more of something
better than ever, never to know before.

Is it true what they do sometimes say?
In the end.......It is my turn to pay?
or that its a blessing in disguise
that you are very possible my demise.

my act is too sweet and needs to be
cleaned out and or up do you agree?
Or maybe you are waiting for me to set
you free to eventually come to me?

engaging in initations are not my forte.
my mouth shouts staight from the hips
Independance and also exclusive together
nest is something woven around my heart.

I have love but currently its not working out I have been for a few months
the rain will come along with the coons
and my Math is not the greatest while my eyes for colourful hews/hues are where its at today.
Anonymous
- Friday, July 14, 2000 at 21:34:31 (PDT)


There's light in that hallway
a strung spirit

a moving ghost
throughout
within
nothing can take away this constance
adhesion
attatchment
there are so many
many directions to follow
what will it cost to get there
what is the toll

It is only at my expense
Eve
- Friday, July 14, 2000 at 12:46:55 (PDT)



babblings

i woke up today,
to still find myself in the hell i can not escape,
to everyone im "fixed",
to me the glue has given way again,
my heart is breaking, my soul feels dead,my mind is surrounded by fog,
dreams are reality,
or is reality my dreams,
i cant tell the difference anymore,
they both look the same,
the disappointed looks,
the looks as if their afraid,
of me, of what ill do, or maybe because they known its their fault,
i can not deny the blade that calls my name for much longer,
just thinking of the old release makes me crave for it,
a way to drown the pain i can not share,
ill chose my addiction, my escape,
sex, drugs, booze, cutting, ive known them all before,
id end it all,
but im too afraid,
because i know that their is one, one for sure, that will cry,
but sometimes that doesnt seem enough,
the knowledge that there is one only one, makes me ache with longing and pain for more,
and now ill end my babblings,
with a silent tear for an end, a true end to my pain.
Rayven Allen
- Thursday, July 13, 2000 at 16:09:15 (PDT)


IM GETTING ANOTHER CHANCE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous
- Thursday, July 13, 2000 at 12:19:53 (PDT)


Even as I hold him I'm letting him go slowly, mentaly, but lifelessly holding on.
Poetrydiva
- Thursday, July 13, 2000 at 00:51:03 (PDT)


i wish there were a portal to my brain

*never under-estimate anything*
passionfruit21
- Wednesday, July 12, 2000 at 23:10:17 (PDT)


he doesn't want me
he doesn't know he needs me
i hate to love him

passion_fruit21
- Wednesday, July 12, 2000 at 23:00:24 (PDT)


His skin like fire against mine
our breath intermingled
hearts racing
passions burning
juices shooting
loved this afternoon.






LIFE IS GOOD
Anonymous
- Wednesday, July 12, 2000 at 18:15:51 (PDT)


don't you hate it when you hit "World in Bloom" for the 60th time instead of "Participate"?

And don't you hate it when somone feels they have to abuse someone's dignity?
Don't you hate when you abuse your own dignity?
Don't you hate it when people disrespect themselves?
Don't you hate it when your'e disrespected?
Don't you hate it when someone has really low self-esteem and has to release their insecurities as hate?
Don't you hate when you have really low self-esteem and have to release it as negative force?
Don't you hate it when HATE affects you?

Don't you hate it when you can't make the decision between wanting to know the truth and never wanting to know at all?
Would you want to know?
Would you want to know what you are capable of if you don't hold yourself back?
Would you want to know what someone else is capable of?
Would you want to know how much your decisions influence others?

Would you ever want to know what unconditional love is capable of?

What is going to leave a lasting impression
imprinted mark
on the soul of someone else
What can I do to make it better?
How about I not think of myself for once?
How about I not think of my own wants and desires?
How about I think of my actions before I commit them?
How about I not judge someone?

How about I look inside and not worry about everyone else's faults?
I already am my own full-time job.

How about I rid the passengers from my hate bus and just let go?
I wonder what we'd be capable of if we released

the
emergency brake


Eve
- Friday, June 02, 2000 at 03:42:48 (PDT)


ouch......thats gonna leave a mark
Anonymous
- Friday, June 02, 2000 at 02:10:45 (PDT)


trickle trickle
gush and pour
to fast at thirty
oncoming traffic is a bitch



security shattered
a self tripping score
never was a dream so secured
so shattered
set aside
moved in mind
left behind
I will never again feel the safety
of a locked room
and I taught her how



I cant break away
where we all
want to be
we just cant leave








Jayme
- Monday, July 10, 2000 at 21:27:42 (PDT)


Just when you thought it was safe to tuck your poetry into Pandora's box of immortality, and the minds of all who contribute to such a place, someone comes and defiles the sanctity. I don't know why this shit is starting again, I would guess something happened to make the master of bad taste and no ettiquette unhappy and he feels that he can take it out on the wonderous poets of Pandora's Box. If I was to guess what made him unhappy I would most likely think that he actually found his dick...hence the story of mad hot monkey love to a nice girl who's only fault was being a good friend to a bad guy. Well ladies, gentlemen, and fine feline friends reading this I would like to add one more thing before my departure into the happy realms of nappy nappy land: Wooten is the sorest loser, most immature, childish, and stupidest kids I have ever known. In other words, please forgive his ranting... and continue on with your great masterpieces. Remember all nonWooten poets: "Never be a some one's slogan, when you're poetry."
Cheshire Cat
- Monday, July 10, 2000 at 21:15:44 (PDT)


i dont understand why so many people are using this site
to laugh and ridicule eachother. this is a site for poets
and people who have something to say and NOT for people
to laugh at others. isnt there enough of that in the world
around us. that is why i escape to poetry. i dont think
that u belong at a site where serious people have posted
very deep and personal thoughts if all u do is ridicule people.
personally i dont care who u screwed or why. if you are gay fine,
cool for you to annouce it but i dont need details on ur sex
life and the same for straight people who post their sex lives here.
we are here to write and express thoughts feelings and ideas, most of
those i read are very sad, please give these poets the respect they deserve.
if you have a problem with respecting people dont come, because u ruin the
deepness and importance of this sites open mic page by posting all of the horrible
things that have been written. if ur offended oh well--read the title--poetry readings--
so unless u have a comment that is worthwhile or a story or a poem or something that is of
importance dont write it because ur ignorance is wasting time.
dont write to laugh at others, write to express ur soul,
what u could never say in words--because thats what this
open mic is for.
rayven allen
- Monday, July 10, 2000 at 20:12:57 (PDT)


princess pee
feel THAT under your futon
Anonymous
- Monday, July 10, 2000 at 19:43:24 (PDT)


On open stone or a miserable clone
whatever is hard
not nesesitys shown
let my thoughts rome
and I'll learn to leave home
wonder off, my robotic drone
my telephone, call me up but nobodys home

B
- Monday, July 10, 2000 at 12:36:07 (PDT)


Perhaps a Swift Servo?
Eve
- Sunday, July 09, 2000 at 16:18:40 (PDT)


Sitting in the park was Wooten
and on a cock he was tooten


PS

I now know that your long hair compensates for the lack of cock......wonder how daddy will feel to find
out that YOU his namesake...well you know


Sweet dreams you bitch, sleep tight you little fag,
and
gongitrealnaztyforitgetsgood
- Sunday, July 09, 2000 at 10:01:55 (PDT)


I have a confession to make to all of you young, budding poets/harrassing lyricists. On many occasions, I had sexual intercourse with Adam Wooten, in his home and the homes of his friends and my home and the conveinient store bathroom and the left corner of the krogers parking lot with buggy collecting people watching and on the wing of an airplane and in the football teams locker room and in the printing press room at the bluefield daily telegraph while his sister read the obituaries of all her mothers other children. I just like small dicked men. I am a homosexual man...this is just what I do. Dont consider this to be a lashing out, Im a third party, I don't care about any of you or the people you fuck with, I just know I like to give it up the ass to pretty long hairs that drive fast...
Joseph and his technicolored dreamcoat
- Saturday, July 08, 2000 at 20:31:46 (PDT)


Oh My God.




Why????
Eve
- Saturday, July 08, 2000 at 15:37:51 (PDT)


To Woot once again, I have a question.
You dressed like a bitch and fucked for hours?
Are you well ?? I guess it all makes sence
that you would need a dike, I think that she
strapped on the cock meant for Brandi and fucked
you with it ?? Have a nice ring ?? HAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

You always have been, always will be the most faggot
reeking mother fucker I have ever had the displeasure
of meeting.
Anonymous
- Thursday, July 06, 2000 at 20:56:23 (PDT)


Hey Adam Wooten, I thought you made your last posting
here many months ago.....and so what if you fucked the
redheaded dike....I sat and burned smoke with her while
she laughed about your pathetic cock.....but I did keep
your secret intact. :-)
Anonymous
- Thursday, July 06, 2000 at 20:50:57 (PDT)


Dude!!!! Holy Shit!

Melissa's gonna fucking kill you!
pReTYnDiNg_DuMbaSS
- Thursday, July 06, 2000 at 14:19:24 (PDT)


blood falls from my wrist
blood falls to the floor
all i hear is loneliness
dissapearing friends
damnit why does't this make me die
dissapear tears from my eyes
my life is fucked
destroyed by the ones who tyrant over it
cold lonely child
- Thursday, July 06, 2000 at 06:47:54 (PDT)


Hey you guys I just thought I'd just make ONE last post to inform you ALL of how I fucked Melissa ALL summer long. If you don't believe me you can ask your good friend "Uncle" Dave Setliff or Richard Underwood or young Dave 54. OR you can ask Melissa herself, be sure to ask about the time she fucked me at Cookie's house in the bathroom floor while she was SUPPOSED to be baby sitting her infant neice... OR the time in Cookie's older daughter's bed... OR the COUNTELESS times in her own bed where just hours later she would eat out the girlfriend she seemed to have no problem cheating on... OR the time we fucked for 4 hours while I was made-up like a chick at the 54's house when Rich watched Montey Python, which was the same night we told Jessyca and Jayme that we weren't going over there so we could hide our secret fuckings (Rich and the 54's kept my secret like the good sports they are PLUS Rich knew I would NEVER EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER date Jayme...so it had to be kept a secret). Oh yeah, that one time she even let me cum in her...wasn't that sweet of her.
A D A M W O O T E N
- Wednesday, July 05, 2000 at 22:08:58 (PDT)


i feel the blood run cold,
the only blood i have not forced myself to bleed,
praying the pain would go away,
but it doesnt.

the voices inside my tourtured mind just scream louder,
for more,
anything to shut them up,
to make them go away,
they whisper lies while i walk in the school hallways,
or do they speak the painful truth.

i beg for a hand to hold,
but everyone is tired of my cries,
and i cant bear the disapointment in their eyes,
because i have fallen once agian,
no one is crying for me anymore,
they are certain their tears are wasted,
maybe they are right.

i cant feel anything anymore,
only pain and fear,
the emotions that govern my life,
as i sit waiting for the next attack,
from society,
from people,
from myself.

am i truely alone,
or is my mind playing some kind of sick joke?

so i play a game,
and wear my pretty mask,
recite my lines, and everyone thinks that i am "normal" again,
but what the hell is normal,
why cant i be it, why cant i have it,
why am i force to live shut inside of myself?

God, if you exist, save me from myself,
but you dont want me, i can tell by you eyes,
not even death will take my hand,
so iam forced to live inside myself,
behind my walls,
which i have painted pretty colors for you,
so maybe,just perhaps,
i can have people love me.

i dont care that the love is based on lies,
i just want to be that sweet little girl,
the one with the pretty blue eyes and golden curls, the one who was loved.

not this feared and hated empty shell,
i hate myself,
the scars i put on my arms and thighs
the sick feeling when i sleep with a guy to be loved if only for a moment,
and the terrible fear as i lay in bed with a knife secured under my matress,
counting the seconds til daylight when it is safe to sleep.

i do not fear death, but life,
heaven does not exist and hell,
im already there.


Rayven Allen
- Wednesday, July 05, 2000 at 20:56:58 (PDT)


i am dying:

a crystal vase,
tinted blue,living flowers,
surround a dying rose,
everything dies,
many without their true beauty ever being made know,
while the world will go on living without the dying rose.
Rayven Allen
- Wednesday, July 05, 2000 at 10:58:59 (PDT)


Upon falling skies I rest my eyes,
the world crumbled all around,
love is a many splendored thing,
if love can even be found,
when all is lost we count the cost,
and remember the times we once spent,
and you are my memory, my precious, lover,
you are all I love and resent.
Jeremias
- Tuesday, July 04, 2000 at 22:53:21 (PDT)


tina po box 416 palouse wa 99161
from sweet eliheadbraintwist
e.n. anacortes
- Tuesday, July 04, 2000 at 17:25:21 (PDT)


***the original poem***


miss you like hell
throwing up any second
calming down is not an option
is this
how it is
when love hits
real bad




?
- Tuesday, July 04, 2000 at 15:33:48 (PDT)


"We gonna smoke an ounce to that, G's up Ho's down,
while you mutha-fuckas bounce to that"




*!*!*!THE EVERLASTING SNOOP DOOGIE DOG *!*!*!
A small tribute to da dogg
- Monday, July 03, 2000 at 22:52:23 (PDT)


Our lives were intermeshed from eternal beginnings,
our karmic debts have piled beyond our credit limits,
now the war between us is over,
I have left you to steep in your victory,
I leave the chess board to collect our pawns,
you are the Queen, I'm not the King,
just another wandering soul in the darkness of life,
reaching out to find a way through it all,
asking the questions, still waiting for answers,
it's just now, I do it all alone.
Jeremias
- Monday, July 03, 2000 at 22:21:30 (PDT)


The Messenger with Mixed Messages:

the time has come to say goodbye
seven twenty fours have passed
new things happened each day
to remind me of that I asked
for your return when times right
there will be no turning back
unless you almighty does say no
from the bottom of my heart
I do not want you to go
but understand how you must
forsake what we feel tonight
the darkness seems so cold
surrounds our naked bodies
like fire would to some wood
if it was given another chance
lighters with their hot minds
are picked up to only brand
their owners for one last time

so well, if you know me
then what's the plansets
that sees us get stronger
under sunset moonlight
wanna know something
you probably do know
never they meant for you
when my heart spoke
t'was always about him
you were a beginning
where he is considered
an end all to be it all
kind of love for this guy

My love for him grows stronger
with each passing from a day
I think of him only most often
with a prayer that he will be okay
sometimes it is hard to image
what without him it would be like
but then I realize and without doubt
I am brought back DONw to the surface
and don't crave it at all-my smoke I put down
there is you waiting with a smile on your face.
Anonymous
- Monday, July 03, 2000 at 12:19:05 (PDT)


the plessure traped me. it killed my thoughts and i was glad to loose them. i was glad, but all it could ever do was cover the wound . the pain set me free the agony was exstacy the wound torn off like used and bloodied bandaids .i used to worry about the end of my parade now i know it is just another begining .a place to hide when i bored with regular sensory deprivation and need to loose my soul. so the screams can stop and for the brief moment in death i can stop and think...
why do we cry when we loose ,we are wiser for it . and when we're hurt we are set free so why shed any thing but tears of joy.... and thats the root of this masochists identity crisis..
Sajus
- Sunday, July 02, 2000 at 13:39:53 (PDT)


Do I look like a mutant
Tell me. Does it show?
Fucking right mate.
Your ears are too low.
Mother Theresa
- Sunday, July 02, 2000 at 11:06:59 (PDT)


The Webster reckons shes fucking fit
But you wont catch me shaggin cousing it.
William
- Sunday, July 02, 2000 at 11:02:51 (PDT)


He's Downs he's Downs
He touches boys browns
He's Downs
William
- Sunday, July 02, 2000 at 10:59:55 (PDT)


Hunting the lines, chronotic mind-fucking & a gold plated wasting
Z
- Sunday, July 02, 2000 at 09:27:34 (PDT)


A bleeding heart with alot of time on their hands,
gee...wonder who that could be?

Cheshire Cat
- Saturday, July 01, 2000 at 23:52:41 (PDT)


Well now...here I am, 5 in the morning and still wide awake. Seems that old melancholy rut has me again... it seems I think most about my life this early in the morning, what am I going to do? what will I accomplish? What and who and why and how and where just seem to have me by the balls where ever I go. Where to begin writing... I have my friends and family but hey they were always there and I wouldn't expect them to be anywhere else. I have a wonderful girlfriend, her name is April and she's just great. I tend to hide things from her and not tell the whole truth all the time...I think it's best that way but it's beginning to eat at me. I lied to her about not smoking but I have been trying to stop forever now, this last pack is my last...I promise myself. I told her that I quit smoking pot...another thing I plan on doing...I told her that I didn't drink all the time which is partly true...if I had money I would probably never stop being drunk. I don't drink because I have something to prove, no it's more like I have things I'd like to hide, or hide from as the case may be.
She doesn't like people being drunk, and she really doesn't like me being that way. We talked about it and we worked out that I could throw my little run away party twice a month, and she will stay completely away from me that day and the next. I don't like that she doesn't like some of the things I do, I really don't like that she will stay away from me for two whole days for doing it. She hasn't told me she loves me yet without me telling her first but it's only two months into the relationship and I don't think I'm in any position to ask the god's for favors. I love her alot, I think that's part of the problem...knowing I could spend the rest of my life with her as if it were a day and live happily ever after and knowing that she doesn't like half the stuff I do (and everything I don't tell her I do). We don't do that lovey dovey stuff, I buy her teddy bears and hug her and love listening to her heartbeat but she seems rather awkward in doing such things to me...I want to tell her I don't bite that she can do whatever she wants and I would be perfectly happy, yep that's right I'm certain that if this lady told me to jump I would ask how high and if she told me to roll over I would ask how far. I would be hard pressed to think the same about her and that kinda scares me, I mean think about it I would do all these wonderful things for her and if I asked her she would most likely say no. That's not the only problem of course, there's the fact that my family life tends to become a rather large and aching pain in the wah xoo. I have to watch my uncle while my mother works and my step father is too busy with a can of beer in a bar to give a good god damn about what happens at home. My sister has two children a boy friend that's ok half the time and the other half you can't stand the boy, he steals shit from my home and is a general nuisance that had I been six foot two, weighed a good bit more, and could bench press a chevy I would've done punched him in the nose one good time to make sure he got the idea, and another good punch to the mouth to make sure it stayed put until he got the whole picture. My friends are great, not always there when I need them but always there when they can be. It's nice to know I have friends, I think it would be nicer to know if they would call me up every now and again and say hi or when they are with me just tell me how I am a good friend and they just wanted me to know that. My future is this big black ominous void that I wish would stop pestering me by telling April, mom, and my step dad to make sure I knew it was coming. I know it's coming, it's one of the many things keeping me up at 5 in the morning. I don't know what I want to be, I mean when I was a kid I wanted to be picked up by space aliens taken to a far off planet filled full of beautiful vixens and worshipped like a god. No one tells you these things start to fester in your mind while in high school keeping you up during the wee hours of the morning and making a general annoyance to you at the time. I think there should be a manual to growing up, something that tells you what your parents forget to tell you or tell you in the middle of a video game when you've got the highest score known to man and aren't paying a lick of attention to them or anything else beyond the television screen. This manual should tell you what the boys town national hotline can't because you don't exactly know how to put it into an easy question for a person who's sentence vocabulary is "It will be ok." and "There is so much more than that..." This guide to growing up should have everything you need to survive the holocaust of puberty and the wonders of adult hood. It should contain ways to deal with hung over, late, and irrate step fathers who bring you into the kitchen at a quarter till six to talk about how your friends are never anywhere else but his home eating his groceries and taking up his air. This of course is all true because I do have friends that do come over and see me and we do tend to eat food and drink soda. If I didn't have to watch my uncle all the time I wouldn't have grown accostemed to my home and I wouldn't want to stay here all the time. I remember a time when I would never be home...always gone. The only time I was home was to get an extra set of clothes tell my parents I was alive and doing rather well and that I wouldn't be home until sometime in the next couple of weeks. It's tough growing up...I wish sometimes I didn't have to, when I was little I thought I was just dreaming my childhood (as all adults did only they woke up before I did) and that one day I would wake up with a nice home, a wife, kids, a dog named skippy, and a wonderful job as the god of a planet full of beautiful women. Long gone are those days now, remembered only in bouts of melancholy at 6 in the morning.

Some Guy
- Saturday, July 01, 2000 at 23:44:40 (PDT)


destiny is a desire
far and folding away
into the pockets of my mind
and with the cold instruments
a tingle in my face
I said my last goodbye
to you
and wondered what It was I did for
pleasure

the boys
pressed
against the glass
are gone
their fingerprints
fading
frosting over here
we're leaving
the glimmer behind us
now
unable to find the
leak
diffusing
merely science
fading fingerprints
just cant get away from these walls
to chase them down
Jayme
- Saturday, July 01, 2000 at 08:49:41 (PDT)


killers kill the world as i float in my head.
sometimes i swim to the very bottom of the glass just to try and drink it empty.
it takes liking the taste of your own taint that makes you wonder where the remorse went.
most people wont even read this far b-4 ruling the i am another of those shallow people that do nothing more than try and sound deep.
im drowning.
ive forgotten how to swim.
everything was futile and petty until the grapevine broke-gave way and of all things to happen...........
only a couple of the bruises remain.
i could cry to make myself feel better, but the tears won't come.
i remember sitting by myself and thinking about how simple it was to recreate fear and tear it apart for fun.
memories fade just like the pride of the balding man that just cant drive any further.
time and space was taken to make events of our lives but,each day is passing me by too fast.
all i need is that good lay.
the time will come ..............to crawl inside of some wretch and hide............and die inside.
cause hey, that'll be one less thing to hold us all down.
secrets locked away of the male persuasion
- Friday, June 30, 2000 at 22:25:09 (PDT)


HASTA DE MERDE

Hasta de merde
Is what they have
Hasta de merde
Is what they love
Hasta de merde
Is what they are
Hasta de merde
Won't get them far
Hasta de merde
You know it
Hasta de merde
Italian for "Head of shit"


Pandora
- Thursday, June 29, 2000 at 22:52:35 (PDT)


SENSES

Why must love feel this way?
Filling me with a deadly dismay
They say I'm the devil in the flesh
Because it doesn't seem to mesh
That I can feel love, that I can feel true
My senses seem to be blue
Satina is what they call me
The female version of Satan, see?
Because I am unlike them
Because of where I am from
Because of my style
Because I won't walk a mile
They think that I can not love
They sense I cannot love

Pandora
- Thursday, June 29, 2000 at 22:49:03 (PDT)


SENSES

Why must love feel this way?
Filling me with a deadly dismay
They say I'm the devil in the flesh
Because it doesn't seem to mesh
That I can feel love, that I can feel true
My senses seem to be blue
Satina is what they call me
The female version of Satan, see?
Because I am unlike them
Because of where I am from
Because of my style
Because I won't walk a mile
They think that I can not love
They sense I cannot love

Pandora
- Thursday, June 29, 2000 at 22:49:01 (PDT)


It makes sense that it should
happen this way
That the sky should break
and the earth should shake
As if to say: Sure it all matters
but in such an unimportant way
It makes sense that it should
hurt this way
That my heart should break
and my hands should shake
As if to say: sure it don't matter
except in the most important way
As if to say: Fly away sweet
bird of prey Fly fly away
Nothing can stand in your way
Sweet bird If you knew the words I
know you'd say : Fly away
It makes sense that it should
feel this way That you
slowly fade yet still remain As if to say
Everything matters in such an invisible way
Andria
- Monday, June 26, 2000 at 21:25:37 (PDT)


Sweet soul undo your magic unto me
Dark moon conquer your words on thee
Red blood see the fire burn
Soft flesh feel your ignorance yearn
Damned people run for your heart
Costly flower petals so felt and part
It makes sense it ahould happen this way
It all matters in such an important way
Squirt
- Monday, June 26, 2000 at 21:21:27 (PDT)


SEVEN YEARS AGO TODAY.......


I met your sweet soul
through some friends
I made you smile
you made me laugh
and touched my soul
as you expressed style
we sang and played games
til the sweet sun set
then off in our cars
we headed into the nite
driving down the highway
we now have met

into the driveway we go
ready for the evening
it really does show
not a care in the world
we both made an entrance
inspite of our difference
we both had a chance
and so we gave it a go
becoming an item that sweet nite
we grooved in the moonlite
and sat under the stars
proclaiming our fondness
for each other we did like
there's just only one thing
we never really got right

it was the sound of affection
coming thru the orgasms that nite
it was missing thou it was there
there is love felt now
which knows it belongs there
over in the front off to the side
there we sat and chatted
bout such things in life
as our hopes and dreams
begonias, magnolias, and moonbeams
Horses ever so skronney
while we endulge the joint


Into the house, I'm all confused
in search of your existence
I ask "do you know where he is"?
"Upstairs, you better hurry or him,
you will to another you will lose"!
So away I do go up
and after some minor commotion
In the bathroom we do end up
on the counter, on the scene
the two of us without emotion
that is why we eventually failed
Seven years later I understand
What it means to hold hands
Loving unselfishly from the heart
We leave the party

"Get in the car", "I insist that
he be apart or I get out" Yes, I
will stay here with him
if no room can be made for him.
Back to your original meeting place
we go and have emotionless sex
now don't get me too wrong
I think we both did enjoy
our good times well spent
only problem I really have
is that for seven long years
I have wondered about us
if things had of been different
if emotions had been there
and the sound of Enigma
along with that from dolphins
playing in the background
creating an opportunity
for soul-mate spiritual growth
But never did that happen
Until I thought I had got
A second chance with you

But then I began to love him
Physically he looks like you
mentally thou love is his game
I wanted to know him and
I'm sure that he felt the same

Be that as it may
circumstances unfolded
to keep us together
and yet tear us apart
never to ever speak
our hearts could feel
what our mouths were
afraid to speak
our mind's eye could see
and our dreams connected it all
in them, he summonsed me to lovers
and in one he gave me a gift
so we made love
until it was real
in our minds, hearts, and souls,
in our lives we would pass by
each other knowing all along
it was only ever in our dreams
where our feelings would reside
Illicit as they made have been
I want you, him, and me
in a love triangle of three
sharing in the love that
was rightfully meant for
you, him, and me.
~DMK~

DMK
- Monday, June 26, 2000 at 21:19:25 (PDT)


SEVEN YEARS AGO TODAY.......


I met your sweet soul
through some friends
I made you smile
you made me laugh
and touched my soul
as you expressed style
we sang and played games
til the sweet sun set
then off in our cars
we headed into the nite
driving down the highway
we now have met

into the driveway we go
ready for the evening
it really does show
not a care in the world
we both made an entrance
inspite of our difference
we both had a chance
and so we gave it a go
becoming an item that sweet nite
we grooved in the moonlite
and sat under the stars
proclaiming our fondness
for each other we did like
there's just only one thing
we never really got right

it was the sound of affection
coming thru the orgasms that nite
it was missing thou it was there
there is love felt now
which knows it belongs there
over in the front off to the side
there we sat and chatted
bout such things in life
as our hopes and dreams
begonias, magnolias, and moonbeams
Horses ever so skronney
while we endulge the joint


Into the house, I'm all confused
in search of your existence
I ask "do you know where he is"?
"Upstairs, you better hurry or him,
you will to another you will lose"!
So away I do go up
and after some minor commotion
In the bathroom we do end up
on the counter, on the scene
the two of us without emotion
that is why we eventually failed
Seven years later I understand
What it means to hold hands
Loving unselfishly from the heart
We leave the party

"Get in the car", "I insist that
he be apart or I get out" Yes, I
will stay here with him
if no room can be made for him.
Back to your original meeting place
we go and have emotionless sex
now don't get me too wrong
I think we both did enjoy
our good times well spent
only problem I really have
is that for seven long years
I have wondered about us
if things had of been different
if emotions had been there
and the sound of Enigma
along with that from dolphins
playing in the background
creating an opportunity
for soul-mate spiritual growth
But never did that happen
Until I thought I had got
A second chance with you

But then I began to love him
Physically he looks like you
mentally thou love is his game
I wanted to know him and
I'm sure that he felt the same

Be that as it may
circumstances unfolded
to keep us together
and yet tear us apart
never to ever speak
our hearts could feel
what our mouths were
afraid to speak
our mind's eye could see
and our dreams connected it all
in them, he summonsed me to lovers
and in one he gave me a gift
so we made love
until it was real
in our minds, hearts, and souls,
in our lives we would pass by
each other knowing all along
it was only ever in our dreams
where our feelings would reside
Illicit as they made have been
I want you, him, and me
in a love triangle of three
sharing in the love that
was rightfully meant for
you, him, and me.
~DMK~

DMK
- Monday, June 26, 2000 at 19:13:09 (PDT)


holy shit I just realized that life aint what I thought
it would be. I find its going by fast, haven't made
that million yet, walked on the beaches of bali...and
had my pussy fucked till I scream. Damn Im disappointed. I want a woman......tired of fucking with dumb, penis-centered men. Want some companionship.
Want to be done like I'd do it to me. Yep thats what
I want. Wanna kiss some soft neck......small tits with
raisin nips, wannna nicely groomed cunt for my face to rest in......yepppers that is what I want.


xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)


Slickone
- Sunday, June 25, 2000 at 22:28:01 (PDT)


lost in the confusion that i created
created confusion
i curl back into the corner
weeping blind tears
re-entering my state of seclusion
cold lonley child
- Sunday, June 25, 2000 at 19:45:52 (PDT)


I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, Please don't take me to the pickle farm.
Brak
- Saturday, June 24, 2000 at 14:32:32 (PDT)


meffain my friend
see the sun
look within
have fun
don't sin
confront confusion
you can win
make the run
and win
win
win
win meffainn win
it's all there is for you
as you know
time to screw
gotta go

no?

win meffainn win
meffainn
- Thursday, June 22, 2000 at 15:57:13 (PDT)


Fatuous blade,
I endure you not
But for the hog in your britches.
Thou who hast spread for intellect,
approach, approach,
recount your tales
respecting giddiness,
give rise to merriment,
for we are in want
of engaging hee haw
Dustyhendrix
- Thursday, June 22, 2000 at 15:12:29 (PDT)


~~~~~~~Blown Bottle~~~~~~~

It oozes out
Out it drips
As it dangles from your lips
It rolls down your throat
As your emotions rock this biased boat
The smell drifts off your breath
Into my face
Into my mind
It clings to my heart
It clenches around
Draining----- my
Staining--------- my
Wretched soul
For you
The bottle
Have control.

It seeps, seeps into your mind
It makes you blind
It pumps through your veins
Your thoughts drive you insane
BUT you, you, you---- never crawl out your black hole
No you’re quite content there
Forgetting you were ever here
Coming to me only when your heart is sober
When you want something safe
When you want to wear a rubber
When you have forgotten
You could ever be like that
Like them LIKE THAT

There was a time
Not long ago
When I could pull you back
Back against my breast
When I could rest
My ear against
Your chest
Hearing, feeling, beating within
Now nothing
Beating fists against my skin
Your voice echoing in my mind
Your screams, your anger hang’s black & blue
Around my face
I run, I have been running all my life
I can’t hide, no where is safe
The faces change
The bottle never does
The bottle wins

I pay my last respects
Respect for the person
The bottle never respected me

Now darkness surrounds us
Our time is thin
Your heart now beats dim
My hand grips yours
As you take your last breathe
It over whelms me
The smell drowns my heart
In the other hand, griped just moments ago
Drops out the bottle
The bottle my heart lost to
To it you gave your life too

Damn the bottle
Its liquid, liquidity path
Damn the bottle
For all its hidden robberies
Robbed me of my friend, lover and father
Damn the bottle
For all the unaccounted pain and sorrows it stole
Damn the bottle
For its control!!
Copyright © 2000 Dawna






Dawna
- Wednesday, June 21, 2000 at 22:20:30 (PDT)


the sickness dawns on me as surely as
anything else I could ever count on
I cannot make the boys understand anymore
sometimes I wonder how I will go on living
anymore
with the disease I have quit everything
perhaps so I can just rid this sickness
but it continues to invade me
it continues to own me
and show me around as something that pleases
only itself
and I am sure that no one understands this sickness
is completely me

Jayme
- Wednesday, June 21, 2000 at 07:05:57 (PDT)


The most cruel of all evils is time.
I love him, he loves me.
When we are together it is perfect glee.
The love, the sweat and the wafting smells.
GODDAMN it is heavenscent....but Im much to
old, the other much to young. So here I sit
with my mad-as-hell bum.
Fathatime
- Tuesday, June 20, 2000 at 23:55:35 (PDT)


Oops I did it again
went and made you feel like shit
but sometimes I wonder
if I really do it
you think I use you as an item of convience
but only sometimes
and it really hurts
when you accuse me of all these crimes
I didn't mean to hurt you
for whatever I did wrong
perhaps I'll buy you another teddy bear
or write you another song
but I can't create the cure for cancer
or even make the world a better place
but I don't think I can ever be
the god you wish to face

Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, June 20, 2000 at 23:20:34 (PDT)


Touch my bell, touch my bell, touch my bell,
Touch Daves bell, touch Dave's bell, touch Daves be-ell.
Touch my bell, touch my bell, touch my bell,
Touch my be-ell, I like traffic lights

Davor, Celtic
- Monday, June 19, 2000 at 16:35:05 (PDT)


Webstets bell Websters bell Webstere bell
Met Robbie Fowler in a hotel
Anonymous
- Monday, June 19, 2000 at 16:35:04 (PDT)


My name is Paul I have no other
Guess what, I work with my brother
Anonymous
- Monday, June 19, 2000 at 14:41:37 (PDT)


I am Davor I used to sail,
in the navy with my muckers.
I miss the camaraderie
but not the bruising round my puckers.
Davor Vuledovging
- Monday, June 19, 2000 at 14:34:55 (PDT)


">>>>Silent Decisions<<<<"
Her final destination, rested in the fate of her own two hands. where she would end up,will determine how her life will be. shall she choose the road that is expected of her. Or the road she has dreamed of heading down her whole child hood?

Though now it seems to be to late, for she is weak and hostile, she no longer holds that fire in the pit of her soul, now only a heavy hand rest on her shoulder holding her in this hell bounded fate she had not chosen on her own.

Her fate was stripped away by one choice she had not made, it was the choice her elders had made. for they had made her good life turn to utter hell in one brief moment, now she lives with anger in her eyes and death in her path. what choice shall she make.
Copyright(c) 2000 Agitha Breeze


Agitha Breeze


Agitha Breeze
- Sunday, June 18, 2000 at 10:01:54 (PDT)


~~~~~~~ John ~~~~~~~

I call out to you as the dead do to the living
Hoping that my whispers will fall upon your deaf ears
Hoping my love will penetrate your unaware heart
Hoping that your heart will love someone as much as I
Love you even if it can not be me

How does one mourn someone that is still living
Even if all you knew and shared with that person is now dead
How am I to go on with just memories
If it is those same memories that go on tormenting me
If dreams are a stem form your everyday realities
Then why do you keeping haunting me
For you have been out of my life for years
Still you somehow reach me and cause me tears

I have carried you every where
Yet around every corner and turn
You are always there
Your face and smile, your image burned upon my sight
Your touch, your voice
Keeping coming, I have no choice

How is it when I have cast you in to the depths of the darkness,
in to the very corners of my heart,
You seem to submerge, out of the blue
Like unexpected visitor from the past
You are a door that will not stay closed
A dream that will not end
A wound that will not heal
A memory that will not fade
Will there be no peace treaty made?

Copyright © 2000 Dawna





Dawna
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 23:13:46 (PDT)


Davor

Bald


Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 23:08:30 (PDT)


Webster Webster he swears a lot
He also takes it up the bot
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 23:06:34 (PDT)


We laughed when Webster stood on a tack
But pissed ourselves at Pauls rucksack
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 22:10:13 (PDT)


Websters chum (Anthony Titterus)
Punched the Webster on the clitoris.
Buld
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 22:08:39 (PDT)


Oh Webster so full of glee
Just wait until I tell B
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 22:05:03 (PDT)


He's Dave, he's Dave: he's a bruiser
But come to spoof he a bad loser
He's on a run, he's a bit ming
He's even working a full head of ging
Davor
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 22:02:56 (PDT)


Homosexuals with sperm my bum they fill
Thats what happens in Selsey Bill
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 21:13:09 (PDT)


I'm not getting the teas if I lose spoof
Do ya na'mean? And that's the troof.
Davorius
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 21:08:03 (PDT)


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeergggggggghhhhhhhhh
Webb
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 21:05:18 (PDT)


All the girls know the greatest lay
Stevie Stevie Stevie J
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 21:04:09 (PDT)


Nooooooooo!
Webb
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 21:03:51 (PDT)


My name is Paul William Oxley-Hack,
I've got a ginger pink-purple sack,
I have no friends and much less nob,
And I'm so giant ginger it makes me sob.


Norman Beeching
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 21:01:32 (PDT)


I have the longest flowing locks
And a mincy little sandwich box
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 20:57:36 (PDT)


I am bullied where I work,
I'm like a seal that will be culled.
I've had about enough of it
I'm going to tell Buld.
The
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 20:48:05 (PDT)


I am Simon Arthur Webb,
I could have been a copper,
I have a tiny truncheon
and I take it up the plopper.
The Webster
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 20:45:14 (PDT)


LUIS I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THE GREAT TIMES BY YOUR SIDE.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY LITTLE BABY DEVIL
5/24
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 18:15:01 (PDT)


A PEACE OF ADVICE. WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE LET IT BE KNOWN. IT MIGHT BE TOO LATE. IF SO YOUR SOUL WILL LIVE IN DESPAIR. DO NOT MAKE YOUR LIFE DIFFICULT. FOLLOW THIS HUMBLE ADVICE.
DEDICATED TO L.A.M. 5/1 AND A.C 10/19
Anonymous
- Saturday, June 17, 2000 at 18:12:42 (PDT)


Mary sells her blood to get by
Angel gives of her flow for bread
One day we'll live the dream I had
And we won't have to worry about money
we can have as many lamps with fringe and trinket boxes as four walls can hold

I miss you Jane :*(
Eve
- Friday, June 16, 2000 at 22:02:33 (PDT)


Pull me out of your cardboard sleeve
handle me

Jane
- Friday, June 16, 2000 at 20:24:54 (PDT)


you have no idea who i am hey nah-nee nah-nee
hey nah-nee nah-nee hey nah-nee nah-nee
hey nee-na-nee
Anonymous
- Wednesday, June 14, 2000 at 22:29:23 (PDT)


The light bounced off the walls upstairs and into your eyes
and Oh my God your'e leaving tomorrow
on a plane to London
I tried to make the most of it
this small time
your big talk
Think on me in Trafalgar Square
[whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatcantyou see]
how can't you see
how can you
slight
what you've never seen
why can't I be
why should I
fight
what I've never
ººººººººººººº been ººººººººººººº

a wall in heaven
Eve
- Monday, June 12, 2000 at 18:34:26 (PDT)


Has anyone else been used? Or have any of you used people? I'd really like to know your state of mind and such... for justice, and revenge. Email me please (:
Coley
- Friday, June 09, 2000 at 20:59:56 (PDT)


My, my, my...where the hell have I been?

Cheshire Cat
- Friday, June 09, 2000 at 12:24:30 (PDT)


My sources point to "no".
Eve
- Friday, June 09, 2000 at 11:25:38 (PDT)


absolutely
yes sir
"so, how does it feel?"
absolutely
yes sir
"how are things going?"
absolutely
yes sir
"is everyting ok?"
absolutely
yes sir
"you just let me know what I can do"
absolutely
yes sir
"Do you want to die?"
absolutely
yes sir
meffainn
- Thursday, June 08, 2000 at 21:50:23 (PDT)


A Wing
To stir the wind with graceful strength,
and gently lift to soar on faith.
To embrace forces never seen,
and glide away upon a wing.
Nicholas Philips
- Wednesday, June 07, 2000 at 23:11:49 (PDT)


I think that congress should pass a law to have your pets neutered(sp?) or spayed(sp?) because I can't afford to take in all the poor unwanted kitties and puppies. Get your pet's region altered today!
Jane
- Tuesday, June 06, 2000 at 23:07:16 (PDT)


"Locked In"
by
Travis Ray Cole


The burning church
the pay phone in desoulation town
that has'nt worked since the flag came down
in the dark the camara's
still record the freedom
by those who hoard,gather,and hide
the roads of history
a map of lies
with stolen minds
a fool to you
to have meaning is easy
to remember is scarred
opionated friends and endings
all weaved into
and through
around and everyone comes back down
with no good news
no answers from within
no reconition
a sorrow that stabs back
letting you know
your locked in


Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, June 05, 2000 at 21:40:39 (PDT)


"Dying Inside"
by
Travis Ray Cole

There's a street with a guitar lead
a thousand miles of home
a gunshot in the distance
a leader turned poet

and your look,touch of warmth
it's turned away, protected by anger
in the middle of thier lies
we would only have each other

wipe the death out of your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die

I miss the morning light
giving away all the answers
its at the point where
no one cares if nothing really matters

a closed mind to scheduled lies
losing focus in passing time
an emptyness named goodbye
giving away more than glances

wipe the worms from your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die
turn away begin to die

like a snake she would strike
evil eyes its only life
take away every tomorrow
out of cruelty the passion dies
stab seventy thorns in my side
because bleeding means nothing
dying does'nt matter

you don't have to lie awake
stealing thoughts unkown
close your eyes when it hits
the end of a soul let go

rip the snakes out of your eyes
and they refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to death begin to die

in a dreams way out of night into day
dont look this way hell will never change
theres no good way may love rest in peace
come to me in my sleep

lies dance thru sentances
meaning love is'nt why
while there is no answer on your finger
the trigger is hard
your lips so dry

snakes slither thruogh trees
as rats run around me
spiders drop from the ceilings
and hell burns down in seas

tear the snales out of your eyes
a hundred times over
they still die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
inside death we say goodbye



Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, June 05, 2000 at 21:31:51 (PDT)


"With You Gone"
by
Travis Ray Cole

Who's going to rape the population
and bllled sorrow out thier eyes
a laeders empty remorse
a laughter filled with lies
out of order definations
now replace the dull grey skies
and sentence a generation to corruption
you don't have to run from denial
It's not only through windows
that the street describes
the the blood like taste of life

you can hear it if you listen
the exhaust still breathes
even after the engines die
like a dozen other winners
the girls in the wrong place
re enter treasuring misery
submitting newfound advice
as you steal enough mirroring
and preach your good time
then finally turn on yourself
to subscribe to a pack of lies


Copyright{c} TRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net


Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, June 05, 2000 at 21:12:25 (PDT)


"Blood Dust"
by
Travis Ray Cole

Blood filled dreams
Ice in my veins
pour in the street
like acid in the rain
run like water
the taste don't go away
the sacrafices we make to each other
mean nothing...with each drop we save
It don't hurt until we see it
wash the pain away...
stain glass mirror
reflects blood tears on each page
blood in dreams stab my eyes
blood filled dreams
drain the life from me
watch it slowly die
somehow sentenced to living
with the hollow existance of the blood thirst beast
the dying seeds of death is what the reaper eats
pain devours life
whats on your mind
blood on your hands
shed in your street
razor tounge slit throat narritivly speaks
run in my eyes blinded with greed
sell your blood to drink
because to you death is sweet
like water it runs
the deal you make with ripped out hearts
in another life we'll rest
but in death we'll sleep
as we see with tombstone eyes
turned away in vain another drink
deny the empty shadows of your dreams
death divides us with fear
quick to die slow to think
worship decay teach deciet
washed away into midnight
dripping from your memories
it hurts to bleed



where am I bleeding from
where am I bleeding from
again stabbed with a forked tounge
all the hearts gone from me
die of love it hurts to bleed
I can't feel it beating
pumping fast
minds gone numb
where am I bleeding from?
where am I bleeding from?
theres no more life in me
I can no longer love
am I dying in this apathy
turn to dust
all the pains gone away
I dont want to leave the warmth of this dream
all my lifes moving inside my eyes
I don't want to return to the cold world
I don't want to leave the warmth of the dream

Copyright{c}TRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net

travis ray cole
- Monday, June 05, 2000 at 21:02:37 (PDT)


i heard something the other day that actually made sense: "i may be the smartest man in the world, for i know i am nothing"
zeek
- Monday, June 05, 2000 at 15:54:36 (PDT)


lonely eyes that pierce the reflections of my aching mind,
loyal always to my heart's content,
saddly my disturbed little ego just sits within my dieing personality
and nothing can pierce into my dictating heart
no words or actions will make my heart listen
the body does as it's told
and when all is lost and the heart is broken
it is only the mind that suffers
there is no rationality in love
there is no love in rationality
one stems from the heart
the other from the mind
and once they or i have been full of love
only the mind is to suffer then
despite it's hallars of protest
the heart lives on
along with the hurt
annonnommous
- Sunday, June 04, 2000 at 23:08:58 (PDT)


get it down
see around
get it straight
dont wait
pick your moments
be selective
dont wait
see it through
time to make
things straight
can you do it ?
you know you can't
you're stupid
stupid prevails
why is it that
things go flat
when your heart
is fat
you know
as it goes
don't waste
your fate
you love her
death looms
you know
how it goes
we all die
die
you love her
if you are
the sweet flower
that you are
don't waste
anymore
grab that sweet girl
please
with ease
you love her
dont wait
dont wait
meffainn
- Saturday, June 03, 2000 at 23:02:17 (PDT)


You just left here with a touch of the hands
alone without me again
I merely sit down to write a thoughtless love anguished poem
While you sit in the car thinking
I think too
But not as hard not as much and luckily safely not as long
I save myself the trouble
And tomorrow all the things I told you
Will be obliterated from my memory by other ideas
and your mind will rest there
On my biting words
And agitating actions
so i sink down behind the door you just walked out of
and think along with you tongiht

Your mom
- Friday, June 02, 2000 at 19:58:47 (PDT)


variegation
I can't wait to see you
Anonymous
- Friday, June 02, 2000 at 13:17:27 (PDT)


There is no destiny here within these lies, just lies among our destiny

What would I do or you if we were to meet again...

No longer will I see the words of your glorified pain splashed acrosss my screen in that bold bright red substance

I don't think I'll see you again but in momentary dreams and thoughts which only haunt for minutes...

Where you are now

Somewhere fooling your mind again and entertaining yourself with fools gold?

I know naught the wishes of fools except in memories of you

How do YOU decipher reality when you've been hidden in the shades of fantasy for a decade of your life...


The Raven
- Friday, June 02, 2000 at 02:38:41 (PDT)


see them again
you know them
see them again
again
again
spend the cash.....
looking for something ?
what are you looking for sweet flower?
the sweet flower
is you



what are you looking for?
what is it?
FACE IT
you already know
stop fucking around
you love her
you love her
wendy wendy
where are you sweet flower
join my life
end all of this for me
i love you
please be

be

be

be

i love you sweet wendy
walk with me sweet wendy
i love you sweet flower
i am yours
i love you


meffainn
- Thursday, June 01, 2000 at 22:16:21 (PDT)


I don't think you seem to understand that that's
all I do
Anonymous
- Thursday, June 01, 2000 at 18:33:28 (PDT)


wigwam
wigwam
wigwam

just say it a few times
Jayme
- Thursday, June 01, 2000 at 07:04:57 (PDT)


Descend

Nether through the river runs,
Searing, burning border of sin,
Erupting outwith gentle suicide,
Guarding precious Hell within

Prisoned souls contain distress,
Sink beneath the silken sands,
Lost in falseness simple Fraud,
In each house it’s lord demands

Rise above the free the positive,
Rise to the Gates of Hell with wake,
Fall into the endless negative,
Fall on and through the Frozen Lake

Breaking spirit smashing hope,
Fire and Ice exist as one,
Find redemption in The Sky,
Threads of Discord come undone

Banks the impossible walls of Dis,
Putrid, yellow Phlegathon,
Evaporation of the soul,
River rancid flows on and on

Sixth of nine, one of others,
Epicycle revolving round,
Living among the sins of brothers,
From bowels below the common ground.

Stef
- Thursday, June 01, 2000 at 06:55:58 (PDT)


I placed you up to high
sat you right beside the sun
where you burnt up in the sky
I never wanted you well done.

Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, May 31, 2000 at 21:39:11 (PDT)


lern to spel u ediotts
Anonymous
- Wednesday, May 31, 2000 at 14:37:05 (PDT)


Enoughs enough oh eight is enough rather,

Why d o you con t inue t o haunt me
chaine d t o my past, I move on
but in my mind, your memories
well they still live ac t ively on
it was such a rare and neat t ime
but t was never suppose t o be
much more t han you and me
d reams are vivi d and so real
you visit my min d d eep
and t o you I t s no big d eal
carry me t o you madness
lead us in t o bliss; t ake me
while you s t ill can my frien d t oday, tomorrow, yesterday's sorrow.
How can you catch the sparrow?
Why what an interesting query
I travel you know all over the place
in search of your existence and me
when each enters the great beyond
will it be with our eyes we'll see each others face
would I make you look silly on a cold winter's day
when I would want to cuddle and you won't stay
at you I post poems and at me you post murals
when did it begin and will it ever end or did it?
In either event im not going back to that place
you are there and everywhere you are here
bannish you like the babies bannish themselves
especially if you are to be of no worthful help
Causing grief is not my forte; @ least not now
maybe then but who cares what I am now
in the image of you is what ive inspired to become
more like myself and a definite hint of you
now burning purely sandalwood for my own good
lingering in the laundry room are hornets for sale
their selling their honey for their horny queen bee
eight is the amount the get from their honeycomb









today I am impressed
yesterday I was depressed
tomorrow I progress
everyday you try and regress
someday you I will supress
not too many days I wear a dress
together we will get out of this mess
I have had enjoyment thou I must confess
the thought of your caress
in my dreams baress
you and I thereass
making what would seem
a crazy little scene
for all to bear witness
to the love we made
denting the tin
in search for our crusade
making the time still
we silenced it to stop
gave our address
393777newyear drive
the one with the hive
be careful for the bees
yes hornets I do mean
theyve come here
to take right over
using their scheme
in silence they wait
for your foot or hand
whichever is selected
is on what they'll land
things made of sand
fall apart in the hands
but things made of clay
well they tend to stay
something like a holiday
not quite a vacation thou
cause they too break down
back to the ground eventually
they find their way into the ground






I like you a lot


someday im going to meet you
down around the corner and through the lights
there will be a stopsign for which we both obey
there is no need to get excited much was lost
in our battle to save us from our destination
the one where we both get eccentrically aligned
but not in no way our wishful thinking is powerful
enough to stop what was about to happen one day
on a cool, calm, and colourful autonm day next years
until then, my good friend, have yourself a pleasant day!

Do youcare4m3?

How would you know
describe how it feels
make up your mind
and show me how you feel
or at least what you think
I am not what you thought
after all of this span of time
I am a rhymer give me the fine
I'm a speeder cant see the line
why do you not know me
after all we have been through
take me now to your leader
he and I shall have our words
along with some herbal teas
he knows I'm a teaser who
loves to be such a pleaser
making my rounds around the globe
where it stops well nobody knows
not even you or I shall know that one
we will only live to remember the pain
of our love gone stale because of me
shadows of darkness, smells, and such
pin me down and pentrate my clothes
leave me at once I say, before the wind blows
if you wait until then, your magic will show
down in the oceans is where the daulphins roam
maybe you have heard them when your all alone
making their voices be known in my dreams
there you reside until you pick up your phone

qp4ny
- Tuesday, May 30, 2000 at 20:46:30 (PDT)


"Say, Eve..don't feel so special.."
maybe I just can't share anything with you
not now not ever
Hey I think that was a little piece of me sticking out there
oops
sorry I kinda just let myself show
damn that was genuine
shirttail truth
that was really a piece of me
pardon me
promise I won't show myself like that again


Taper the insides
Eve
- Monday, May 29, 2000 at 20:55:01 (PDT)


so long ago
I stepped into your voice
right into something
I never knew would suck me dry
perhaps I would be upset with it
ready to roll with it
but theres nothing here of
who I used to be with
and I am just notching with time now
rolling along at this speed
till I come across something
thAT DOESNT HAVE SUCH A NEED
that I wont feel so pushed up against



get me away from this wall
Its really hendering me
Jayme
- Monday, May 29, 2000 at 18:08:25 (PDT)


it was a long time since I last moved
or breathe
man its been a long time
since i've been me

Anonymous
- Monday, May 29, 2000 at 14:43:42 (PDT)


SomeDay

my mind is not weak
even thou you think
tis' I who can take
the games yous dish
it pays to interact
plastic and personal
no weather to report
all is plenty colorful
nothing that's said to me
is ever taken a seriously
enough to remember the day
you promised to me eye was the 1
this has not been the case so far
time away has been well spent today
I will never be in denial of what was
never meant for lasting more than 100 miles
between us lies a broken bridge needing no fixing
years of crossing has worn out its structure
same ol' back and forth, back and forth to what
nothing but snemo's everywhere each day you know
you whoooo yes its our voodoo and our fate pinching
us awake and making our brains more receptive then
ever before has there been such to make me ponder
late in the evening when noone's around to see the show
there's a display in everyone's corner if you choose
to see the heavens must be something like no other has
what you have and we all agree you are the master of
your domain is unique to mine mind's understanding that
ours would colide leaving nothing but brused skin and egos we all display in our corner that we all have yes
even circle people have corners and is that so bad no
not if you can recognize the different currents flowing within each there are substances non compadible
with anything universal other than its ownself to which you also belong right there with me eyah we're both crazy and our trains our fast and travelling
to a sensual, spiritual, calm, balanced space known
to us there are flows of something other than what I
think everyday is stranger than their yesterdays but I
have come to know that today was better than noday and that eventually things made of a weak structure will someday fall apart; even if its made of sand or silk.
(.~o)-----<@middle.com
- Sunday, May 28, 2000 at 14:06:06 (PDT)


~~~ John ~~~

I call out to you as the dead do to the living
Hoping that my whispers will fall upon your deaf ears
Hoping my love will penetrate your unaware heart
Hoping that your heart will love someone as much as I
Love you even if it can not be me

How does one mourn someone that is still living
Even if all you knew and shared with that person is now dead
How am I to go on with just memories
If it is those same memories that go on tormenting me
If dreams are a stem form your everyday realities
Then why do you keeping haunting me
For you have been out of my life for years
Still you somehow reach me and cause me tears

I have carried you every where
Yet around every corner and turn
You are always there
Your face and smile, your image burned upon my sight
Your touch, your voice
Keeping coming, I have no choice

How is it when I have cast you in the depths of the darkness, in the very corners of my heart,
You seem to submerge, out of the blue
Like unexpected visitor from the past
You are a door that will not stay closed
A dream that will not end
A wound that will not heal
A memory that will not fade
Will there be no peace treaty made?
Copyright © 2000 Dawna



Dawna
- Saturday, May 27, 2000 at 20:52:30 (PDT)


Hyssop

She once told me pay attention to your past
Hold tenaciously, tomorrow's creeping up too fast
She once said it's good to escape it now and then
As I watched her cook and spike it up again.
She once told me morality is transient
The dichotomies of urban life you must embrace to pay the rent
She once said we've all got secrets to attend
We move the dials until they're set to kill but we won't see until the end
You cannot touch a bleeding mind
You cannot touch a bleeding mind
You cannot touch a bleeding mind
Pheonix
Moniker
- Saturday, May 27, 2000 at 20:12:24 (PDT)


Your fear is of the unknown,
But if everything was revealed
Heaven, Hell, the enchantment of Love,
what substance would encompass our existence?
For what profound purpose would we
eat or sleep or breath?
The enigma fuels our passion.

So you're afraid
Who's not afraid of something-
Each fear is alike, each fear a little different.
So what?
Will you sit on the tiger's back and watch it's
paw lay on your face?
Will you lay your head on the sand and beckon for the tide?
Or will you embrace the mystery, relish in its exquisite perfection-
It is your choice because it is your fear.

In this life you have
one verse-
one voice-
What will your verse be?
Will it be
I was afraid?


GEM
- Saturday, May 27, 2000 at 12:48:12 (PDT)


Life is open to interpretation,
One man's gold is another man's lead,
One's hell is another's salvation,
And one's lie is another's stretched truth,
One will gave apon the sea at dawn and be entralled by it's chrystaline splendor,
While another at dusk will look apon nothing but an endless void..........
ash
- Saturday, May 27, 2000 at 09:38:01 (PDT)


EXPELLED FROM EDEN

We sing like children,
Wild, full of abandon,
Insane, blissful like the mad,
Piroetting to the heavens and back,
While never leaving the ground,
We are the Carnivale of the Demented,
Freaks and clowns,
Living for the tomorrow that never comes,
But is much better than today,
Lusting for the life,
That the mundane fear,
Young modern gods,
Expelled from the Eden of our sanity.........
ash
- Saturday, May 27, 2000 at 09:29:37 (PDT)


Is Nephtune spelled with an 'H'? by Venus Libra Neptune (p1 of 2) The Poetry Exchange __________________ by Venus Libra Neptune ___________ andn Didgits in need of use but who's where 00 now
Anonymousthe end in which I haved me worder the fire
- Friday, May 26, 2000 at 19:55:40 (PDT)


happy
happy happy
where is happy
come here happy
come here happy
come here sweet little happy
you're a sweet little happy
sweet sweet little happy
happy little happy
happy happy
don't leave me happy
i love you
happy see my life
see me drinking
hot fucking tar
meffainn
- Thursday, May 25, 2000 at 19:26:49 (PDT)


I don't pretend to know what this momentum is, and I may never. It's being so deathly awake and so, so sickly alive that makes you want to zip out of your skin and climb the walls...onto other plains. Other fields. Where time is not a determinant. It makes me wonder just how far the human spirit can stretch.. To what interval? What amplitude? And how are we able to see that far even though we've never been there? I refuse to believe it's only vision. ..Perhaps a compulsive need to exist violently. Fiercely. Forever transcending and never the same.
Eve
- Thursday, May 25, 2000 at 10:52:14 (PDT)





Travis Ray Cole Chicago Il.


"College"

Sure ,I tell her on the ferris wheel
why forget arizonia
its berklee or new york
you know I lived across the street from
Mark Twains house when I was three?
in 5 or 6 years
I'll help you pay for it
if the government don't
why,I'll leave alesha or Gina
and the 3 or 4 retarded crack babies
me and gina have,by then
and move out there with you
I'll get a job at taco bell or as a landscaper
don't worry little honey
Travis Ray Cole
=====================================
"Smil@"
When there're filming me I see your eyes
reaching out of the craters in the walls
never able to accept killing ryhyme I said
there is me,soul stolen from the mirror
reaching into the movement of lost memories
hiding from itself only to deny
a thousand words meaning
optic illuisions have left traces
in the lens of weakness
moving at the speed of lies
the floor filled with yester-moments
splice my hypnotising thoughts of
leftover reason and sightless daydreams

Travis Ray Cole
oeoeoe@usa.net
- Wednesday, May 24, 2000 at 17:28:48 (PDT)


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Librax's2;Leo;Love;Life;Life;Love;Low;Florida;Key;sees;dreams;
by
Horns Hornets Horny


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I spy with My third eye
into Me your
the heart
thats inside
mine saw you
there deep in
oceans mpets... of water
Gabriel its keeper
and our son soon 2
travel; out from the deep
to us thru the Uriah heep
we were chosen for it is us they
really want both our strengths and,
our smarts for their anouncement of,
the second coming of christ thru tru



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Copyright : whatever you need
Horns Hornets Horny can be e-mailed at
83770*#&&)@81*!.8374m3.com

Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 23, 2000 at 21:34:47 (PDT)


has i walk down the stairs
my thoughts gre hazey and disillusioned
i took my careful steps in slow mo
But you turned and looked
to make sure i was coming
and you were spaced between me
from the landing i watched you open the door
i thought to myself
"it's finished there's nothing to talk about"
our words have been said, screamed, yelled and now scilenced
for it was at that moment i actually watched you walk away
with you i walked to your car
and put out my arms for a hug
you said hold on, so i did
you put my cd in and looked at the gas meter
i ran inside to grab two bucks out of my purse
and returned soon after to my position
i stood, you sat, we talked
small talk really, nothing of major concern
so i gave you a hug
and you said "i'll stop by later"
i walked back to my door
realizing it's your turn to watch me walk away
but you didn't,
you didn't understand the moment
not like i did
so i saw you drive by
and i waved but you didn't see it
i went inside and locked the door
but for a quick moment i thought

you will always be the guy that made such an impact on my life
and i will always and forever
hold this undiying love for you
you were my match
you were my challenge
in which i came very close to overcoming
when it crashed and burned
but neither of us won
not you, not me
and yet neither of us lost
and from friend to a friend
we stand here in this space
truly loving each other unknowingly
Jenn
- Tuesday, May 23, 2000 at 16:16:37 (PDT)


I go each day
wondering about you
about who'd i'd be
if i was with you
but things that are nonexsistant
in a little girls fairytale

Heartbreak does exsist

I can't stand to walk past you in the halls
I can't stand to see your face
whenever i have to
Because it used to be where your face
was a part of mine too

Maybe your were cursed has a child
maybe you just need to learn
the things i would give
just for you to know
that you don't need to be
anyone special
anyone terrific & wonderful
you were wonderful just the way
you were

it'd be nice to rid the world
of misery
so damn pandora and her box

someone should discover a new one
one that fixes all of this

one that fixes you
one that fixes me

one that gives me the strength
and courage
to tell you
just how wonderful you were.
Jenn
- Tuesday, May 23, 2000 at 15:58:24 (PDT)


here i am again
meffain my friend
see again
till the end
somthing to say ?
lead you may !
that's your role
don't play
pay
serve it up soft captain retard
lead them to the great beyond
you know
we all know
it's your JOB
to be the one
everyone looks to YOU
be the one
feel the sun
game won
show it
feel it
lead the way
as it may
you know
i know
it's fucked
leading the blind
into a bind
can you find ?
NO
why?
why?
why?
I'm sick of IT

meffainn
- Monday, May 22, 2000 at 22:52:12 (PDT)


What is the metal in his voice
so, so sure in sleep
freedom in my lassitude
only here is when
only here is how
frying through a little of your grand divisions
plot
every collusion
what is the plat in his action
engage from afar
what serious activity has lead to this
only here is when
only here is how

REM
..to preserve and deliver us from our humanity
and mortal shortcomings..
All hail Morpheus
this is it

I DREAM


Eve
- Monday, May 22, 2000 at 11:48:03 (PDT)


Disclosed times,
closed minds.
Friends waving away memories in
rearview mirrors.
The summer swealters hot, wet, heat to soak,
soak short, dark, dream filled nights. They last forever, these days.
These days and nights of being young.
being young and being free.
being young and dreaming of eyes and
........ and hearts well met.
Sieze the day and pave the way,
pave the way, MAKE YOUR OWN WAY.
Holding dreams that could bring your parents' world down,
crashing down,
down around eye level
( heart level)
crashing down around the FIFTH FLOOR SUITS


as we laugh into closed hands
hands held high
hands held tight
hands held.



p.s. I have been putting my heart on paper for awhile.
Anyone interested in passing life's hurts, wants,and miracles through words, e-mail me. I want to learn, share, and love.
Dave
- Sunday, May 21, 2000 at 22:50:13 (PDT)


Forgotten Magic.

I walk among you
You don't see me.
Your eyes simply slide past me.
If we were to meet all I would be is a half-forgotten
whisper in your memory.
The touch, the feel, the warmth and the joy of me
is simply a childs dream to be left in the past.
I walk among you
You don't see me.
I, a living ghost am Imagination and Magic.
Elle white
- Sunday, May 21, 2000 at 21:38:34 (PDT)


World Wise Old Child

An old woman sits on the porch
in the embrace of her favorite swing chair.
Her world wise eyes sparkle with mischief and laughter
as she watches the children have a water fight in the street.
She chuckles to herself as she remembers when she used to play like that.
Man, if only she were younger, she'd show these younglings a thing or two.
Oh what the hell. She jumps up and pulls out a bucket of water bombs.
"BOMBS AWAY!" she yells
and laughs like the carefree child that she really is


Elle White
- Sunday, May 21, 2000 at 21:35:00 (PDT)


"IN DREAMS"

In my life I never dreamed I could find someone like you
You're not a dream, you're reality. You're my dream come true.
You've been my angel, heaven on earth.
I want the key to your heart, everything that it's worth.
Intoxicated and crazy for you
Dizzy all over you see what you do?

Confusion, I can't find my home.
If I could would I really wanna go?
Lost in your beauty, trapped in your eyes, watching you smile, over and over
I die.

Up late all night I see what'd I'd say bout the nightmarish lands you helped
take awa
Longing to hold you, you've called my bluff. When you're around, it's still
not enough
All I want for you is goodness, along with happiness too.
Don't even wanna close my eyes, cause i know that i'd miss you.
Insane openly, heartaching for you.
Tingling all over, see what you do?

Confusion, I can't find my home.
If I could would I really wanna go?
Drowning in your lips listening to your sighs feel you as you smile, over and
over i die

Then I wake up reaching, reaching out for you.
I said a dream come true, not a dream complete.
It's only have way through.
Terrified; not scared at all, completely crazy for you.
Your sweetness consumes me, see what you do?

Confusion, I can't find my home.
If I could would I really wanna go?
Surrounded by your scent, dreading our goodbyes, missing your sweet smile
over and over I die...

This was written for Nicole
- Sunday, May 21, 2000 at 15:19:53 (PDT)


Sometimes it's worth not being happy all the time
because every now and then I get to feel so sublime
In your warm and peacful embrace
and with your beautiful smile all over your face...

Sometimes it feels that I am being ripped in two
by something I had to give up to be with you
some say once again I've lost my edge
but they don't know how close I am to diving off this ledge...

Somtimes it's worth not being happy to spend my happiness with you...
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, May 21, 2000 at 00:17:10 (PDT)


well the sun is out now
and its bright rays are finished
The moon is out now
and it no longer is a mystery to me
i think i have grown up to fast
only 18 and i have a job live on my
own and talk to no one but myself
where did all the life go
where did all of my friends go
I thought things would never change
i thought it would always be the same
Is it over
am i done
or is this just the beginning
of a life that is new, fresh
and thriving
did i live before or was that me
did i now die or am i just now free
i still miss the mystery of the moon
and the rays of light from the sun.
i still miss the nights of laughter
and the days of unspoken love
i geuss i miss my childhood
the days when mother would pay
now the bills are in my name
and nothing is the same.
Where do i go from here
will i run to find someone to help me
or will i fight alone as i have always
tried to do
i do not know i will just wait
until the mystery of the moon will come
back to me
Anonymous
- Saturday, May 20, 2000 at 10:19:02 (PDT)


I want your hand
I want your mind magic land
I want a green baby grand


Jane
- Friday, May 19, 2000 at 23:28:12 (PDT)


bored
Lord!
Lord?
nah...
Bored!
Yes Bored!
FUCKING BORED!
BOOOORRRRREEEEEEDDDDD!
Boring?
Kinda
should
whoulda
coulda
duh
fuck it
bored
meffainn
- Friday, May 19, 2000 at 15:59:23 (PDT)


Why do I come here?
To read all your work
It is some kind of fear
To post your own work
I wish I could be
As talented as you
I wish I could see
The poetics of youth
The hate, the love
I wish it was peace
The massacres, the doves
I wish we could all see
Pandora de Lioncourt
- Friday, May 19, 2000 at 12:50:21 (PDT)


Why did i come here to write,
did i have some sort of insight?
After reading all of yours,
i just didnt want to take this course.
I Am alone
and i dont have anyone to call on the phone.
What the hell am i up so early for,
oh yes there was that knok at the door.
i guess i will go now,
i i only know how.
Anonymous
- Friday, May 19, 2000 at 02:29:49 (PDT)


so many times ive tried to keep a grips on what i thought was real. what is reality when nothing else matters?
stone out^
- Thursday, May 18, 2000 at 03:35:57 (PDT)


I am still an architechtural blunder



I miss the soup train
Jane
- Thursday, May 18, 2000 at 01:41:22 (PDT)


I want to see your eyes
On a child that has my smile
I want to see your eyes forever dry
I want to see you break away
From the chains that have held you down
I want to see my angel learn to fly
I want to read your lips by the northern lights
And wrap you in the warmth of that arctic fire
Until any memory of ever being cold
Seems like a dream that never was true
And the stars look down in envy
Because I'm the one who's holding you
And I want my name to be the one you call
The one you scream when the waves wash over you
When they kick against your shoreline
And your heart goes out to sea
But never think that's when I'd leave
I want to stay there with you
As you fall asleep
As you drift away
As you rise again
David
- Wednesday, May 17, 2000 at 23:09:22 (PDT)


wendy wendy
you know i run
run to where you are
as it be
whatever it may be
little bee
i love you sweet flower
you know it's true
why must you make me
do the things
i do
i love you
like a flower likes the sun
i do the things
i do
i love you wendy lee
set me free
be one
or none
set me free sweet flower

meffainn
- Wednesday, May 17, 2000 at 23:06:29 (PDT)


One million and one tiny t.v.s flipped on
inside
I'm tuned to your message
all and none at once
There is so much in you I love to love
so much in you I need mine

Teaching me to burn
all and none at once
no signal
every signal
The evidence is quite clear
nevertheless I'm tuned
melismatic radar
adjusted at the root
turbulently meek
moving me brutaly

All and none
only at once


Eve
- Wednesday, May 17, 2000 at 19:15:36 (PDT)


i found the door....
But wheres the key?
outside this room...
i can not see

there is a crack
where the sun shines about...
but the crack is so small
and the suns not always out

nikki bassette
- Wednesday, May 17, 2000 at 17:23:55 (PDT)


TO LIVE

I stand
in high grass
and outstrech my arms to my sides
I raise my chin towards the sky
and the wind rushes at me
gently blows through my hair
slides over my arms
I feel the suns warmth on my eyelids
To the fullest extent...
I am free
free of emotional burdens
of societies conventional ways
free of all i can be free of
for today
I tilt back and fall
no fear, no suspence
the grass cushions my land

I would give my soul to the sun if it would take it
I'd leave my body in this field if I didn't have to live

But to day is just a day
I shall fall asleep in my flowerbed
Waking in the morning to live
somemore.
Jenn
- Tuesday, May 16, 2000 at 21:02:43 (PDT)


sitting here at the kitchen table
drinking my coffee
feeling like i'm 30 years of age
but waiting for my mom to get home

it has been awhile since i've written on these pages
since i've taken my notes on life
i'm 16 now and life is still so much the same
i guess you could say peopls get freeer
has they age
they learn more
about things, about themselves, about life
but some don't learn it till their 40
i get the pleasures of learning it now
of having people critize me by saying
i'm the stupid one
and their all better
but they'll get it one day...
i hope
and i just sit back and silently laugh
at the world around me.
i'm not has smart has i think i am
but i'm not dumb.

there's someone inside me
that wants to be let out
and everytime i go to do it
she shy's away
Jenn
- Tuesday, May 16, 2000 at 20:52:28 (PDT)


The flame flickers higher,
love over powering me.
Love...Na. Lust, is what comes from within.
The place where I feel passion,
the place where I feeel pain,
a place that i've been touching,
while I'm waiting for the day.
Will the sky open up,
and take my soul up higher,
away from the passion,
away from the distrust...
to a place where we all will soar higher...
Ginger
- Tuesday, May 16, 2000 at 20:08:48 (PDT)


a flashback of feeling to a few years ago
With you and than him and
now in the present you're all here but in different places
I don't remember where you all fit but i get the same
feeling whether good or bad
I tingle with the past and
wait in anticipation of the future
yet dread the present

Allison
- Tuesday, May 16, 2000 at 18:27:29 (PDT)


away away away
gone is the good
tomorrow is near
have to hold it together
another day
some way
it will come
for sure
but the question is -
will i be ?
meffainn
- Tuesday, May 16, 2000 at 16:35:09 (PDT)




As in a world of bloom ??? ???


Z
- Tuesday, May 16, 2000 at 02:47:14 (PDT)


I am an architechtural blunder
Jane
- Monday, May 15, 2000 at 19:54:47 (PDT)


30 Days FREE!!

I hate being your free trial period
but I love to be with you
and so I'm forced to wonder
if your happy sometimes if it's love that's true.
Sometimes what you say
it really hurts me inside
but I smile anyways
while I run and hide.

The Dance of Pins and Needles

See me dance on needles and pins
watch as I walk on these eggshells for you
please grant me forgiveness for my sins
and continue to love me like you do


Cheshire Cat
- Monday, May 15, 2000 at 10:54:27 (PDT)


30 Days FREE!!

I hate being your free trial period
but I love to be with you
and so I'm forced to wonder
if your happy sometimes if it's love that's true.
Sometimes what you say
it really hurts me inside
but I smile anyways
while I run and hide.

The Dance of Pins and Needles

See me dance on needles and pins
watch as I walk on these eggshells for you
please grant me forgiveness for my sins
and continue to love me like you do


Cheshire Cat
- Monday, May 15, 2000 at 10:54:27 (PDT)


every morning i wake up
alone in my bed
confusion and chaos
inside my head
voices then silence
is it real or a dream
and are things really
at all what they seem
can't quite distinguish
what is real or illusion
wonder if ever
i'll escape this dillusion
it has to be better
this can't be life
so painful it's torcher
like the blade of a knife
i'm not really pleased
with the hand i've been dealt
and i don't appreciate
the hurt i have felt
i don't understand
and probably never will
but i must say next time
would you please let me deal
Jennifer
- Sunday, May 14, 2000 at 16:39:01 (PDT)


Sitting alone, nothing to do
I study myself from a different view
I try to imagine your perception of me
And I wonder if it's even me you see
You can't see me as I do, all broken and bent
Hiding in the shadows wondering where it all went
Lost in a vision of what I want of life
Fantisizing freedom from pain and strife
Cowered in fear disguised with a smile
Trudging effortlessly through every last mile
Refusing to give up won't let go
A side of me so hidden no one could know
Sitting alone hiding from you
If you found me like this, don't know what I'd do.
Jennifer
- Sunday, May 14, 2000 at 16:34:32 (PDT)


Sitting alone,nothing to do
I study myself from a different view
I try to imagine your perception of me
And I wonder if it's even me that you see
You can't see me as I do, all broken and bent
Hiding in the shadows wondering where it all went
Lost in a vision of what I want out of life
Fantisizing freedomfrompain and strife
Cowered in fear disguised with a smile
Trudging effortlessly through every last mile
Refusing to give up won't let go
A side of me so hidden no one could know
Sitting alone hiding from you
If you found me like this, don't know what I'd do.
Jennifer
- Sunday, May 14, 2000 at 16:33:19 (PDT)


where is my mind
you say
nothing to say
i say
you hold back dont you
you say
nothing to say
i say
where is your mind
you say
nothing to say
i say
meffainn
- Sunday, May 14, 2000 at 15:08:33 (PDT)


sometimes you make me want to throw it all away
Eve
- Sunday, May 14, 2000 at 10:06:24 (PDT)


eat
sheet
sleep
deep
heep
creep
jail
meffainn
- Sunday, May 14, 2000 at 02:17:15 (PDT)


**** *** *****
8
- Saturday, May 13, 2000 at 07:39:02 (PDT)


I am a respectable decent cat...
and I was in a tree
it was queer how it came to that...
I was chasing after a bee...
climbed down from up so high
to hunt for me a mouse...
I glanced up into the sky
and ran in fear for my house!
for what I saw was dreadful fear
all in cloth of gray
for I did not watch the weather channel my dear
that day it called for rain...


Cheshire Cat
- Saturday, May 13, 2000 at 03:17:39 (PDT)


Lingering Euphoria

When I close my eyes you're still there,
my beautiful angel sweet and fair.
My heart still cries when you're away
for a minute or for a day
I miss the beauty like the sun
I miss the one who's so much fun

Tragic Kingdom of Eureka

The Kingdom of Eureka is dead
but the shores do not run red
for it was the word that brought it down
turning smiles into frowns
killing peasant and king too
all for the word spoken by you


Jane? :( I miss you...when are we going to have coffee again? still take yours like you used to?


Cheshire Cat
- Friday, May 12, 2000 at 11:32:19 (PDT)


say again, my friend
seen it all, know it all
tell me tell me
know it all
how it is
all my biz
you know
go slow
gotta go
wanna talk
missed it
wanted it
you disappointed me
my fault
no doubt
trout
eat it
suck it
fuck you
meffainn
- Thursday, May 11, 2000 at 23:51:06 (PDT)


True love

What is true love you ask
From someone who has seen I will tell you
True love is the missing part of the soul
The completeness we must have
The feeling of finding something lost so long ago
to look inside someone's eyes and say without words,is,yes it is you
I didnt believe, I dare not dream
And she would reply I am here, you can hear me cant you
Then a release of emotion the world rarely sees
Streams of tears flowing like that of newborn babes
Drenched in oil from the soul
My search has ended, my life has begun, my pain is gone
I knew at birth when I cried so hard that I had lost you my soulmate
My new body had no memory but my soul remembered that feeling of loss
The need of you there so close as one
The years of pain when I thought I had found you again only to be disappointed
My pain is gone I announce
For now there are none happier than us
What was
Is now
And will be
True love
serves rice
- Thursday, May 11, 2000 at 17:39:03 (PDT)


No, really, I'd much rather preffer making out with my very own paper shredder
Spare me the empty-headed listlessness
witless charm
tophats overshoes
and perhaps a corned beef sandwich or 6
how can I compare
how must I compare
how will I compare

how could she compare


Eve
- Thursday, May 11, 2000 at 17:38:45 (PDT)


DISCOMPOSE verb 1. to destroy or impair one's capacity for collected thought or decisive action


Jane
- Thursday, May 11, 2000 at 00:42:08 (PDT)


so the clicks got to your head..about time wingless angel..leaving eden naget, but then again no people lives there any more.No reflecktions in the ripples, just a mad joining.
Z
- Wednesday, May 10, 2000 at 23:34:48 (PDT)


I have beauty somewhere, somewhere my beauty hides. Whether it be before us all or locked up deep inside. I have a talent somewhere, somewhere my talent hides.
Whether it be before us all or locked up deep inside.
I am a redundant hypocrite and they accept me with open arms, they tell me how loved I am and they're underneath my charms. There's still that one person though who never seems to care, they never speak it loudly yet they're opinion is always there. This one person I know very well and their opinion I clearly see. It just seems confusing when that one strange person is me. I haven't seen my beauty or my talent as of yet, but they say my beauty and talent are what they will never forget.
Nicole
- Wednesday, May 10, 2000 at 19:58:47 (PDT)


"I am colorblind
Coffee black and eggwhite
Pull me out from inside
I am ready I am ready
I am ready I am
Taffee stuck and tongue tied
Studder shooken up tight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready I am ready
I am ready I am
Fine

I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me it from inside
I am folded and unfolded
And unfolding I am
Colorblind
Coffee black and eggwhit
Pull me out from inside
I am ready I am ready
I am ready I am
Fine
I am fine
I am fine"
~ Adam F. Duritz

(Counting Crows)





Jane
- Wednesday, May 10, 2000 at 15:50:08 (PDT)


The moon is a wheel from a cart that carried stars,
A cart which fell and scattered things afar.
It held the Milky Way, and many constallations,
and other spacey things that are seen nation to nation.
The other wheels are planets that fell into rotation
why they're far away, I don't have that information.
Coley
- Tuesday, May 09, 2000 at 17:02:12 (PDT)


sometimes I feel like driving off bridges
like being real real mean
and beating till my fists are raw and
I dont have this sense of resignation in
my soul
sometimes I want to wretch my body against
sea stained rocks and be carried away
with a sense of poetry
carried straight off to sea
there is no nancy drew life
cause if there was I would live it
damn it


(they say during the halucaust that tests were performed on jewish people to see how long the could live off of sea water, so they would know how long ship wreck victims could live, I am glad they never tested me , because I think I would still be there, sucking on seaweed)
Jayme
- Monday, May 08, 2000 at 20:49:57 (PDT)


when the rage
is becoming me
noting I do or say
can comfort her
the pounding heart and twitching body
lonely and captured
like always I belive
this time this time this time
love wont let me down

try
and hold it
and its gone

Paranoia killed the cat



Anonymous
- Sunday, May 07, 2000 at 13:28:12 (PDT)


rackatering vegtables eating themselvesin dream thought two time amazement allagorical perfect purpose name neme sesame lovers and lodgers stone ones and faces
jamo
- Saturday, May 06, 2000 at 21:21:49 (PDT)


That's pretty good man.
I thought it was a sham.
But I read and read
Until Sid was dead.
And now I know
The way to go
Is to grip my sledgehammer tight
Swing it with all my might
Fuck the world
Die they must
I don't care.
I have no trust.
Can't you see
You can't be free
It's a joke.
I'm broke.
Been scammed.
You're in on it too.
Fucked just like me.
meffainn
- Saturday, May 06, 2000 at 20:31:25 (PDT)


...See, what some people don't realize is that a CARNAVAL from Brasil is wholly and entirely different from a Carnival in the United states...It's more like a Mardi-Gras, if you will..sort of like a really, really long parade with elaborate floats. More like a Festival..there is Samba dancing in the streets, five-inch-thick confetti on the floor youv'e got to rake your way through, extremely loud music, Half-naked women in gorgeous showgirl feather costumes, and really good food :)But guard your wallet. This time is also a perfect breeding ground for pick-pockets and wrongdooers..It's crazy in every way, and a perfect excuse to be wild..(I got sprayed with bleach once, and piss another time 3 years later by a water gun)
They actually have classes and schools for Samba dancing all year just to prepare for this monumentous event that is held once a year every February all over Brasil (yeah, that's the correct spelling in Brasil itself..).So, there really arent any clowns or trapeeze artists or cotton candy or carousel horses..that's just our interpretation of what a Circus or Carnival is....(they are loads of fun, Mark..I advise them highly. Good luck.)
Thanks for the space, folks..
Eve
- Friday, May 05, 2000 at 23:29:29 (PDT)


I ponder about the percentage of humans.
Boy, Girls, Senior citizens, The President.
I ponder about the percentage of how many people who would actually consider offing themselves, but hold back because of the damn Suicide note!
Jane
- Thursday, May 04, 2000 at 15:42:18 (PDT)


Does reality only ever happen
to those who smoke pot after
they have just finished a joint

the mind makes no attempt
recovery or otherwise stops
from denying whats not real

there are wizards in the trees
in-spying to get to the top
when all along they forgot
I remembered we was knot

burlaps to keep us so warm
the twine to help us craft
soon we will have our shelter
along with protection from harm

as long as you pay attention to me
and listen to everything I say Said,
she will knot ever no never succeed
he said however, she wants my seed
yes, so long as you pay attention to me
and never to everything I say Said,
when will she ever make up the time?

Reality for her is like being a skunk
the skunk arrives at its destination
not unprepared to devolge its prey
Witch in this cAsE for her its cement
nevertheless, they both have similar talents
witch are the abilities to move and to spray.

Have a good day.....I am!

EAW.....heehaw









my heart, it aches for you
and all the times we shared
I know my love was different
carried you from trust to pain
in Matters of few short months

weren't we talkers thou when we did
baby, that was your realm and still is
you no I ain't denying you your smarts
I inherited mine through another way

Yes, I sold out and went hopped on board
gracing the halls, and great ones at that
in search of new knowledge not presented
to me at college where practice was the Key;
giving you not a Low but a high Identity to
use when you further buy into a Capitalist society.

Elite.......No..Wise.....yes......Separated...Definitely;
when the mind is open to most everything, one can
not help but to follow the yellow knowledge road.
for when it comes time to sign, Im not sure where to

Why separation then? Why then Wise? Why not Elite.......Ahay
A mouse just went array but that it did that is okay
Eventually, it would have happened anyway
I am not above or beyond what any human is capable;
merely, I am just following the original instructions
left for us by the one to remember about our shared past
Everyday, I look wait for them to reveal their pure essence
Anyday now, could bring with it a four-coloured desire
Wish made with an intent to deliver that soul sucking kiss
no Matter how long it takes this eVERYDAY, aNYDAY,
wISH to complete right to the end all to be all finish.
Witch will Want us to then remember our Primary Colours: Yellow, Black, White, Red

WWW/QP4NY/EAW/

Anonymous
- Thursday, May 04, 2000 at 10:51:16 (PDT)


we feel as a intertwined compass
we point in the same direction
I feel him with heat of non surpassing
and we make one
with a passion
we make one



I love you reverse_smurf
Jayme
- Wednesday, May 03, 2000 at 18:36:46 (PDT)


Mr. Nothing your'e worse than everything
get out of my fish soup
Your'e a small mediocrity in the tide that turns
I will dispense you from me
You don't rank up there with a golden heart
so don't even try that
some burlap thread and perhaps a thimble
a 6 within 60
year old

...and your point is...?
Eve
- Wednesday, May 03, 2000 at 12:21:07 (PDT)


Perhaps I'm Lethargic because I am hungry
Perhaps I'm a weakling because I indulge
Perhaps I am evil because I am ugly
Perhaps you are slipping
I am afraid

Jane returns
- Tuesday, May 02, 2000 at 19:16:33 (PDT)


Much of time has passed
since from last we spoke
you worry me to no ends
and still I search for hope

let you do something that
my thoughts you will gain
flexible you will find them
in the backroom or in rain

stuff is due and yet I wait
addictive behaviours are
born of air & carried thru
my heart is solely for you

Rhymes are dumb; no need
I can't hum, but I do bleed
stop you before I stop myself
put you back where u belong
in my shadowless spell book
high upon the very first shelf

A friend I wanted of you but
instead your an enemy in the end
the signs are there for me to see
If I wanted you back then for me
Why in the fields for everyone to see?

Why @ all, was I not in control
from the very start, I broke your heart
now I am not suffering as you would like
you are waiting for me to make my land
and like a fly on the wall, you'd have me
where you'd want me to fall; but guess what
although my mind is getting tougher and
the dog's bark is rougher than one imagined
still I can't help but to want you and that m and m
both of you and me, wow the images they seem real
I'm talkin' holy~sent from the divine: Spiritual Ecstasy
that must be the reason to enjoy 3's, triangles & chocolate
actually forget the chocolate, we'd all get it everywhere
you know what I'm talkin' bout, you seen it too; not much
lately though, been wondering where your at in which alley
behind what building are you sacrificing the ugly cat?

what does that all really have to mean
you ask why and I'm interested in what
do you understand the depths of my pain
I am with him ‘cause he gave time to care
what am I saying, that's all he knows to do
unlike me and also unlike you...yes, you~

next issue to deal with is why are they here
if they ain't bothering to talk; only walking
back and forth, around and around, in silence
m and m and s and l and t and d

the sparkles in your robe shine brighter when you listen
"Be not afraid of his fire, nor of the rock on which he sits;
Be only afraid of the thoughts and powers he transmits".
"You shall have his all once the sun begins to leave. I will
grant you that and in return you will bring to me, all three
who's personalities are mine but they want me anyway".
They know who they are as the sound pitch in my summons
each and everyday raises itself to bring about a louder beep
in each of their ears, there is but one earing that makes sense

it's my campaine button the one that will get me Queen Phara into office Next Year.

In the meantime,
I like to read and everything at that; but
when reports and things are due, I must stop
you can catch me surfing some other day.
Anonymous
- Tuesday, May 02, 2000 at 07:03:31 (PDT)


saw it all
stared in awe
how can i say
what you saw
but i know
you saw
it all
cuz you say
that you may
with utter shock
the size of his cock
meffainn
- Monday, May 01, 2000 at 19:17:12 (PDT)


Warning: Keep away from children
Keep away from warning children
Children Keep away from warning
Keep children away from warning
Warning: Keep Children
Keep children Waring
who the hell writes this shit anyway?


Cheshire Cat
- Monday, May 01, 2000 at 13:36:14 (PDT)


I wish you'd hold me when I'm cooking
telling me I look cute in your dishcloths isn't enough
I need to touch you
I wish you could be a man
I need it

I want you
Anonymous
- Sunday, April 30, 2000 at 22:41:30 (PDT)


I CAN ONLY AFFORD A HALF A LOAF OF BREAD

the more i feel,
the more i split
into halves and halves and
halves of halves
its been a long time since i've dealt with fractions now
but i know i've been divided many times
taken apart
recreated and new
just to be ripped at the seams again
scattered and strewn
just to cut me in two
twice
and so on
over and over and
over and...
JTruesdale aka geekslutnerdgirl
- Sunday, April 30, 2000 at 14:24:26 (PDT)


a couple days and a new computer later:
I'M BACK!!!!
and I have two simple things to say...
1) Never hit your computer...no matter how bad you want to.
2) A desperate man(cat) will do the dishes.


A Late Cheshire Cat (and I thought that fuckin bunny was always the one late...)
- Sunday, April 30, 2000 at 10:21:29 (PDT)


When dissapearances occur
i will fake a memory.
a momentary miscalculation
a sort of mental masturbation
Waltzing about with placid pagent perfect
polished cheeks and dripping - no - drowninglips
(northandsouth)
I know.
I will wilt.
for i bear the forensic mark of fragrant fornication
intense, with instant imagination.

My hips are in hysterics
can't you hear them howeling?
alison
- Saturday, April 29, 2000 at 19:53:11 (PDT)


You've peeled my heart like a pomegranite
lit my body alive with sensuous shivers
ripples of rythmic emotion.
Sitrred my mind, set my eyes aglow wiht
curious delight.
~Drawn my desire like warm butter~
you play with my moods the way
colors play on my face.
you've swayed me.
willed me to use my words well.
To make them tease please provoke and delight
realize that light paints pictures
(alomst always in the dark)
Your lips fuel the fire
But your eyes - they're the spark

alison
- Saturday, April 29, 2000 at 19:45:41 (PDT)


in my eyes
the world is
cascading beauty
free falling sunlight
dripping into each
new day,
drip
drop
dripping
into the soul of me

BURSTINGWITHBREATH

i scream
out your
name.

alison
- Saturday, April 29, 2000 at 19:40:42 (PDT)


i want to write to you in green
for green is what i want you to hear
~when you read my voice.
You bring out the life in me
the soul
sweeter than vanilla or honey
Bee buzzing bubbling beauty
You.
Swealtering Sizzling Jazzy vocals
rip thru my mind when i feel
the touch of your lips on my skin

(my favorite sound)

i just want to hear it again and again.


alison
- Saturday, April 29, 2000 at 19:37:28 (PDT)


Look at this
read into this
love lives right here
right inside of this
read right through it
and see me smiling
(waiting a little further in the distance

taste this
please, feel it too
tis a bit smoother than i hoped
yet-
the texture is pleasing to the heart
if not the mind
i dare hope.
i dare i do...(hope).
that you take this>
>right here
>right now
and take
me.

alison
- Saturday, April 29, 2000 at 19:30:51 (PDT)


I don't have much time today
for what you seem to need or
for what I have need to say.

so here I go, as you know me not
to the ends of time looking 4 my mind
a different one from that of 7 years ago.
but similar to the one from 2 years ago; Though,
a little variation since 1 year ago. I guess that
would say Dam i'm not the same as 7 years ago. Maybe
my mind is waiting under my old address, now I remember, I used to live at 777 lovesick lane. I've got to get there as I remember it to be nice. Warm I will be if I go to that area, warmer I will get, if I consult the book. Coffee stains my teeth yellow and writing this poem required no pages; @ least not real as in reality unless I seek out and search for my mind and my soul before I go Insane....absent from my life, I am not the same.

qpforNY






Anonymous
- Saturday, April 29, 2000 at 13:58:53 (PDT)


stupid
cupid
does
cuz
what
fuck
you
do
say
be
feel
be
handle it
scam it
FUCK IT
Meffainn
- Thursday, April 27, 2000 at 23:55:23 (PDT)


Dayum.....two new moons
and still no prune...come
on Pandora's Box! Prune.
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 27, 2000 at 22:04:56 (PDT)


GOOD GOD ALL MIGHTY
YOU ARE WATCHING AS
HE TAKES IT UP THE ASS???
ARE YOU THAT BIG OF SHIT FOR BRAINS?
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 27, 2000 at 21:55:44 (PDT)


no we dont
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 26, 2000 at 23:27:01 (PDT)


threesome-much?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 26, 2000 at 21:13:39 (PDT)


eyes beaming
you look to me
as if to ask
if this is what i want
holding it
seeing me tremble
as you hold him
his size
watching your fascination
your lust
taking over
as he enters you
in front of me
Meffainn
- Wednesday, April 26, 2000 at 14:23:01 (PDT)


oh my heart and how it aches
for your smile, for that look
you made me laugh and me think
crawl in deep for I do not mind
your intrusion into my rem sleep
many shapes, form, and sizes you
never seem to leave after a long
dreams turn to nightmares what
the are you doing, that door
is sealed for a good logical reason
and one you should never ever know
qp~NY
- Monday, April 24, 2000 at 21:57:12 (PDT)


syncronize your deams to match mine
wait for me in the tunnel with the
rainbow outside and our initials in
blow my mind, freak my thoughts, do
what you need to make me believe
windows hang everywhere around
making it easier for you to come in
take a glimpse, sneak a peek, make a move
which one are you willing to commit to?







qp~NY
- Monday, April 24, 2000 at 21:45:21 (PDT)


the mind has wanted for so long
a night of dreams to call my own
sharing with you doesnt seem right
you really dont understand it all
time can come and time can go
in any event, ours is coming slow
know matter which way the wind blows
or however many unanswered quieries
shall fall upon our crossed and cramped laps
in search of this reality you describe
as merely an impersonal way to drum up mystery
Ive got a solution, let us be the ones
we will frolic in the forest and make love or fun
this involves feelings something you may not like
its not like playing games and more like riding a bike
once you allow yourself to feel and understand
you somehow never ever seem to forget, even if you wanted to
arise to the levels for which I know you can
take me through the toughness that protects your mind
into your heart we shall go and we shall find a wound that I gave you which has yet to fully recover.
why did you have to be so interested fully knowing through your own alleged clairavoiyance that I was a vixen some one who hurts
and now you know that and I know something different
so again, I ask of you, what do you know to be true?
the memories that you want to haunt or the knowledge carried by daulphins in their world of syncronized swim?
whos truths are more accurate, even more reliable when describing what is to happen and then ignoring what needs to be done while wondering if you should have even acknowledged that one?
help the world by helping me and take the time to think of me and what you would do if suddenly put in a space with me there too.
you loved me out there could it work in here or was it that you desired me in here and afraid to make it real out there?
how do you draw the line in your speghetti artwork
with a ruler or is it with freehand?
who is afraid of the truth that lies in such areas as history, religion, or even science?
even if....what then....change or stay the same....make use of....or make excuses and blame?
how do you keep it plain knowing your dreams have crossed the threshold of insane
when one has no limits on imagination to be free to believe in the sacredness being left behind
is the time where the dreams have connected because of a series of eclectic reactions
Queen Phara for Next Year
- Monday, April 24, 2000 at 20:35:35 (PDT)


everything is so obvious in a world where things are always pointed out
nothing is ever noticed in a world where one is blind
hanging around and wasting time
somethings are just too obvious and they make me not see what is important to me
few things remain sacred so keep that in mind when the light tries to shine
love is for those who know how to love for love is made from knowing how to love given by those who know how to love
dreams provide the answers to the thoughts provoked by the mind and the heart, well it knows when to stay and when to stray
to know what is right is to know respect for yourself and for others
being the other well, its not so bad, I make up excuses as to why he would go this far
creating thoughts and actions are great things to do
mind expansion rubber stretching, pulling out from afar
you wait until I am asleep then make your way through my heart's-mind's door that I tagged for you.
imagines of life so different from now take over my mind and play themselves back and forth, up and down, around and around, bouncing off my brain's ground.
my heart pumps the blood and the beat that calls for your name
why must you try and drive me insane
oh nevermemind as you settle the blame
that is why Ill never make no move
you were only ever interested in playing a game
where I was for real you were spraying for your next meal
was even ready for at least once to make the love that should have been
maybe correct the wrongs through making it right
next thing I know Ive been sequestered into court to witness what appears to be you
this I am not sure though as you are behind the scenes everytime I peek in
Iwanted you for me
and to have your baby
but how could that ever be
as you are way too busy
trying to involve me in your maybes game
If you are as powerful as you so righteously claim
then maybe you should go to University to legitimate your alleged fame
maybe then you will really understand that you cant drive me insane, that already happened the day I began to prove my claim to win fame from the very same place
Im not sure but maybe Im him, I am sure though that I'm not her
thanks to the gods for giving me research patience and skills as you tend to spread your spray all around your town
my sight has restored and my sense of smell well, it never left but with these both I will run into you out here
sooner or later, which ever comes first, one of us will slip all over your spray, or the words created by me every odd day
will you be ready because you wont be able to hide behind your game---at least not for too long---not according to the rules of my psalm
what is it again that you do believe?
evidence can't marry faith because facts don't belong in the cave of a Hill
truth oh that's what it is, well, what is true to you?
can you honestly say that the game that you play is making its way onto some kind of real stage?
the mind makes you think your experience is real
through making the body help your mind act out these thoughts
the body goes through physical motions to accomplish the mind's needs, wants, desires, and ideas
so in essence, it is your mind that drives the body to engage in irresponsible behaviours
the body is the main way for the mind to get things literally accomplished
2bcont
Queen Phara for Next Year
- Monday, April 24, 2000 at 19:02:07 (PDT)


DB you suck,
you are manuipulative
short cocked
and short legged.
You fucking mega suck
Anonymous
- Monday, April 24, 2000 at 18:48:25 (PDT)


I watch
as your lips glisten
your back archs
seeing me
seeing you
and him
doing this for me
taking it in
feeling it within
the driving
the feeling
looking at me
seeing me
watching you
happening
as he does it
to you
.....in front of me
Meffainn
- Monday, April 24, 2000 at 16:52:31 (PDT)


Analogical logic, Chronos humping Spock,
Ass-thetic rules, by the fidler of a cock ?
The methotic methanic preasures of wind,
Mr. Anal and his Cocktonian twin!

- U P S -

Attention-Attention-Attention
Scribled-Scrabled-Dribled-Dabled
on and on, with the bla bla bla
&
mind fucking the tête a tête.

-Lagusta facista-

This short nosed midget,
has a life span of about 3 seconds.

Zorro
- Monday, April 24, 2000 at 03:34:59 (PDT)


I looked at him, and the child's eyes seemed to say to me..
" Yes, I'm in here. This is the only voice I have..
Iv'e just come from seeing th face of God and he says hello..."
Eve
- Sunday, April 23, 2000 at 21:11:27 (PDT)


Brain Teaser~Dream Teaser


A hollow space in time
[No] place has been explored
A time not ever known
A path so dark and cold

Matter, there's no matter
Energy is what really counts
Sensations felt so real
Salt, Sand, Sun, Stars
A sea full of many daulphins
Gases hide what is real
Electricity fills the yellow sky

From a distance I do see
Relativity was his theory
Opal specaled emotion
Muddled with you and me

A good tune echos in air

Windy has been the day
Omen surrounds the space
Resurrection must have taken place
Dam i'm good enough

Won't you come visit someday
Is that time hollow in space
Zoo or zen, what's your pleasure
Another connection to dream hole
Resurrection must have taken place
Dam i'm good enough
wwwonthewww
- Saturday, April 22, 2000 at 15:40:01 (PDT)


Tristan, wev'e got a problem...
Eve
- Friday, April 21, 2000 at 23:23:46 (PDT)


Oh, this is mine, sonny boy...mine...all mine...you cannot take it away
not with your manipulation top hat or your charm
and if you do I'm suing your ass from here to kingdom come...do you hear me you little shit squirt?
IT'S MY DREAM SO BACK THE


F U C K

off

shouldv'e known better than to share it with you
Eve (sorry, it's the slightly battered and fried fish this time)
- Friday, April 21, 2000 at 23:22:19 (PDT)


"Listen"
Have you ever taken the time to listen
to what others had to say?
Have you ever taken the time to listen
or did they have to pay
Have you ever taken the time to listen
when someone looked you in the eye
Have you ever taken the time to listen
when they said they where going to die
Have you ever taken the time to listen
as they headed towards the golden gate
Have you ever taken the time to listen
before you realized you where to late.
~end~

tina
- Friday, April 21, 2000 at 22:53:48 (PDT)


The Abusive Husband

For years you've treated me like dirt
With kicks,blows and words that hurt
Bruises,grazes,broken heart
My life keeps on falling apart

I feel like an animal trapped in a snare
No-one to love me and no one to care

An arm in a sling,my pride is shattered
My self-worth gone and body battered
Insults keep racing around in my head
I wish to God that I was dead

I feel like an animal trapped in a snare
No-one to love me and no one to care

There's no escape,no way out
No-one to hear my desperate shouts
The sun is rising,morning is near
For the whole of my life I've been living in fear

I feel like an animal trapped in a snare
No-one to love me and no one to care
Erica Wakefield
- Thursday, April 20, 2000 at 12:26:30 (PDT)


When Im with him nothing else matters
the time just drifts like sands
His breath in mine....my tongue on his
our skin touching.....it's a slice "o" heaven
Anonymous
- Tuesday, April 18, 2000 at 19:59:20 (PDT)


Did it get quiet or is it just me?
is the sky blue? I can't see...
I went and listened to Korn play
damn near broke my nose that day
some three ton sea cow thought she could fly
and squashed me flat under one thigh!
It was great but now I'm here
back to the people I hold dear
Jayme, Jane, Eve, and all...
but I have to go now to make a call :)

Another suicide inducing peice by everyone's favorite Scaredy Cat:
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, April 16, 2000 at 20:08:48 (PDT)


I miss you
Even when I'm with you
Even when Iv'e been with you
I miss you
Even as you drive away from the front of my house at 5am
When you talk about all your girls nonchalantly
When you look at her so desperately
I miss you
When I hate you and when I love you
When I'm sick of you and need more of you
Everything in life is finer when I'm with you
Every moment a little more finely-tuned
The music deeper and the silence louder

I miss you
It's so wrong


and I love it
Eve .."Please pass the kitsch"
- Sunday, April 16, 2000 at 20:05:33 (PDT)


You trusted the stars to tell you the truth
But how could your answers be in the stars

Well it seems we all go through time,
wishing for the finner things in life,
but we already have them

Star shine light to clear the path
in which evil is trying to corrupt

I thought I lost it
I did lose it
I knew when he said he wanted to kill me...
Of course he wanted to kill me

So the lives that could have been saved
Will tumble into the ground

He wanted to kill me,...
BUt I was already dead.
Astrid
- Friday, April 14, 2000 at 14:50:43 (PDT)



"Just Thinking with Emily"

How do the walls swallow me whole...
...so easy

They creep when I'm a lone

My toe nails are no longer the same
Neither is my size or frame

Lord, I'm taking back
Whatever has been taken away
Astrid McCartney
- Friday, April 14, 2000 at 14:18:25 (PDT)


oh, yeah...sure, okay
I see how it is you insensitive asshole prick from
bitch-hell.
yes
- Friday, April 14, 2000 at 11:15:15 (PDT)


oi to the people, death to the fools, may love and prosparity come to those who rule.
Anonymous
- Thursday, April 13, 2000 at 23:41:02 (PDT)


To hell with everyone of you disfunctional fucks.
Im done with you, fucking A done with all of ya.
Sieree
- Thursday, April 13, 2000 at 23:25:01 (PDT)


Im two now.
One for him,
and one for
HIM.


Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 12, 2000 at 21:21:45 (PDT)


FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU



FUCK YOU
Anonymous
- Wednesday, April 12, 2000 at 19:08:41 (PDT)


"Why,yes..we would
only exclusively wholly entirely limitedly
be the right brain,
collectively",
both my hemispheres say.

"Did you expect much else?"
(yeah, I know...crucify me.) Eve
- Tuesday, April 11, 2000 at 20:25:55 (PDT)


They tell me she is terminal
that she will surely die
and they are all running
some to
and some away
and I wonder if I will ever miss her soft voice?
I remember the first time I hated her
when she told me I couldnt freeze the orange juice into
popsicles because mom told me not to
and the first time I loved her when she smiled
and said secretly that she knew I was smarter
than all the others
and when she stood so small over grandads casket
speaking in the most fluent of tones
pain deeply embedded in her voice
and she knew even then that she was dying
but I never once saw it overcome her
never once was she ever terminal
never once was she ever dying
not where I could see
no she cannot be dying
and she is only terminal in me

Jayme
- Tuesday, April 11, 2000 at 19:45:31 (PDT)


There is no destiny here within these lies, just lies among our destiny
What would I do or you if we were to meet again...
No longer will I see the words of your glorified pain splashed acrosss my screen in that bold bright red substance

I don't think I'll see you again but in momentary dreams and thoughts which only haunt for minutes...
Where you are now
Somewhere fooling your mind again and entertaining yourself with fools gold?

I know naught the wishes of fools except in memories of you
The Raven
- Tuesday, April 11, 2000 at 11:47:46 (PDT)


Stay, Chess.
Jane, I miss you!!!!!!!
Eve
- Sunday, April 09, 2000 at 23:09:25 (PDT)


I thought my lips were falling into paraplegic abyss
Or maybe something less
Less of what I cannot handle
My flesh crying for Mother Touch

Jane
- Sunday, April 09, 2000 at 19:13:06 (PDT)


I have been away
for many a day,
I missed the B-day of Jane
and have been in so much pain.
But I came back
for the one thing I lack,
the poetry of the dear,
the poetry of all here.
And although I missed so much
not a mention of me, or I or such,
although sad I won't relent
and in Christ's name I won't repent,
all this vane cat wants to know
is should I stay or should I go?
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, April 09, 2000 at 18:50:17 (PDT)


I've been working all day.
I've been thinking about you ( about us ).
The darkness, now, is my host.
I'll sleep in its lovely arms.

I don't know if i'm insane...maybe.
I'd like someone to tell me yes or no.
I guess I couldn't believe in any answer...

Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Please, let me know you're okay.
Please, let me know I'm not that mounster you said...

Something is lost, on the way home...

me
- Sunday, April 09, 2000 at 15:34:00 (PDT)


know yourself


respond to the feeling
that seems so natural
sexual thoughts
naturally appealing
a sensitive place
feel the pleasure
know yourself
comfort with no measure
no questions
no lies
you,your physical emotion collide
relax,enjoy
you know what it takes to get you there
no other around
be selfish
no need to share
touch your breast
carress your navel
message your vagina
you know your able
be seductive
seduce yourself
you can do that
like no one else
erge of wildness
uncontrol desires
closer to climax
emotional love with in
mind fantasy begins
fantasize of you
the happiness you bring
to yourself,and others
make your body sing
move to the motion
your hands bring forth
don`t stop
pride yourself with more
more touching
carressing
massaging and praise
now comes the moment
with in you
set your mind adaze
relax,lay back
think of you
how wonderful it feels
to have the ability
to do what others try to do


know every aspect of yourself..........
sadiec16
- Saturday, April 08, 2000 at 18:11:24 (PDT)


section off myself.
put a wall up, what the hell have I done?
keep the dog at may.
survive by saving me.
values and the game.
muther fucker.
not a part of your lies.
i am one.
i am all.
im above and beyond.
too soft aver this.
back off or I'll spit.
so soft you forgot.
you could've seen this coming.
Anonymous
- Friday, April 07, 2000 at 19:29:36 (PDT)


flavored lipgloss
shoes
jeans with flares and fringe
Willy Wonka
scented erasers
paint
Garbage Pail Kids
kitschy fruit patterns
black labradors
chocolate mints
scratch and sniff stickers
swings
mud
sushi
cocoa butter
ultramarine blue
black vinyl
colored glass
concierto grand pianos
the smell of crayons
Mermaids
chenille
Carmina Burana
glitter
Piet Mondrian
baking
lucite rings
Neon lights
quil pens
India ink
peanut butter
Hibiscus flowers
Maurits Corneille Escher
Chai tea
velvet
nailpolish
Rainbow Brite
Bosco pears
John William Waterhouse
papier maché
beach at twilight
80's horror flicks
Jupiter
Koi fish
malts
the smell of old books
boys choirs
mahogany wood
raisin bread
mockingbirds singing
rollerball pens in every color
Dimethicone
satin
cray-pas pastels
star shapes
bass guitars
thin cotton from India
blush wine
Pickard E thirds
thesauri
creme bruleé
peacock feathers
reverb




your'e still my favorite of favorites




(Thanks for the space) Eve
- Friday, April 07, 2000 at 12:57:06 (PDT)


you never were as godly
as they all made you out to be
never quite the incarnate
of me
or just about anything close
and I never was quite as
reconciled as they claimed
on the track with all the believers
your god never saved me
as where I am as quick as the pain
and all the breathers
that just seem to be everywhere
nothing more than the blood rush
in my ears
rising to reach the same moment
when we collide in time
and I refuse to pay you
homage
its just something I see in you
something I see right past you
and I always wanted the pigs to lose
the whole time



{note to all the non-carpoolers:
IF YOU ARE DRIVING ALONE YOU ARE RIDING WITH HITLER}

Jayme
- Wednesday, April 05, 2000 at 19:30:22 (PDT)


Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules
For you to know about yoursef
Not lie and make you believe
What's evil is making love
and making friends
and meeting God you're own way
The right way



To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You're making us
Fucking hostile

We stand alone

The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point
Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of people die
You're writing tickets man
My mom got jumped -- they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant
To serve and protect
By the law and the state
I'd bust the punks
That rape steal and murder
And leave you be
If you crossed me
I'd shake your hand like a man
Not a god




Come meet your maker, boy
Some things you can't enjoy
Because of heaven/hell
A fucking wives' tale
They put it in your head
Then put you in your bed
He's watching say your prayers
Cause God is everywhere
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood
Who's about to take the ultimate test in life
I'd question things because I am human
And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger

I won't listen!!!
Your Olympic Hero
- Tuesday, April 04, 2000 at 22:52:15 (PDT)


Nothin on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds...
Greenland, but some say Mexico
- Tuesday, April 04, 2000 at 22:43:08 (PDT)


I fall in love with you
over and over
again and again
every time I see you
I'm in trouble

What on earth possessed you to say all those things?
You know without question how it makes me feel
Perhaps it's because we're in your prime
in your wheel
stars
Without dispute
No shadows in this clear mud doubt
Without contest
My soul caked on thickly throughout
the flame I found in my glass of water
the oxygen in the dust
the gift that I had found much later
something that I thought I lost

I don't know it's here
I didn't see it's here
here here here
here
and maybe someday when I'm driving past your empty
home

you in San Francisco
with wife and 3 kids



I won't have wanted it any other way
Eve
- Tuesday, April 04, 2000 at 20:53:09 (PDT)


Happy birthday
Happy birthday
sorry you are so far away
but we will play together
again
soon
I rove you
I rove you
Jayme
- Tuesday, April 04, 2000 at 19:02:44 (PDT)


my heart is low, my heart is so low.
as only low as a young man's heart can be.
my heart is low, my heart is so low.
as only low as a young man's heart can be.

how unkind...this place that I find
when racing mountains suddenly lose light
how unkind...this place that I find
when single tears silently slip by

eyes closed shut...face wet without you
without your loving hands to catch my tears

my heart is low...my heart is so low
as only low as a young man's heart can be
my heart is low...my heart is so low
as only low as a young mans' heart can be




msbpoorme
- Monday, April 03, 2000 at 23:26:06 (PDT)


HAPPY BIRTHDAY

JANE


Eve
- Monday, April 03, 2000 at 20:58:59 (PDT)


I force myself here
will myself to conform into
something easily accepted
with a confectioners smile
embedded against something
that goes with the grain of
rage


tell me you've never just wanted to run the fire out of yourself... kill the rage with anything you could find... the perplexity of it all is maddening


"Got an attitude of everything I've ever wanted
Got an attitude of need"
~ counting crows
Jayme
- Monday, April 03, 2000 at 17:28:23 (PDT)


Blood runs down her arms
Dripping to the floor
She never got very far
Her soul seemed to soar
Life was slipping away
Death was can never relent
On this Suicide Day
Her life was nearly spent
The young girl's soul
Trapped in her skin
Swirled in a black hole
Her suffering had dimmed
Her eyes had lost their light
Her body lost its feel
She would put up no fight
Death had formed the seal
As her body slowly died
She began to regret her choice
Tears formed as she cried
She could make no voice
She tried to fight to stay alive
But Death wanted her
She could barely cry
Her body died
Her soul flew to Hell
Other suicidals cried
As her torment held



Pandora de Lioncourt
- Saturday, April 01, 2000 at 11:12:01 (PST)


MIRROR IMAGES

I look into the mirror
My face stares back at me
I wonder if she's real
I wonder what she see's
This face in the screen
Stares at me with hate
The arms, so long and lean
Seem to decide my fate
Her arms reach out to me
And circle 'round my neck
The killer image, you see
Shall kill me while I'm sick
I feel my life choked away
As she strangles me to death
And once more I hear her say
"Your life has surely left"
She steps out of the mirror
The window to her world
She lookd to the floor
And takes the dead girls' clothes
She goes out to the street
A knife in her palm
Death to people she greets
And sings her Evil Song
Pandora de Lioncourt
- Saturday, April 01, 2000 at 10:52:52 (PST)


Please help. At my fathers funeral a POEM was read. All tha I remember is that it refered to him now being in the next room. Can anyone suggest what this may be and where I could get a copy of the script. Any help would be most appreciated
Anonymous
- Saturday, April 01, 2000 at 03:48:56 (PST)


and perhaps if sincerity only were contagious
only then
only then
would you see


The love I have inside of me
Eve
- Friday, March 31, 2000 at 19:26:39 (PST)


sometimes life tricks you
in an evil way
and then it hits you,
slapps you right in your face

but see it's beauty,
and it's strenght
don't wait for your next life
and live till the end
Anonymous
- Friday, March 31, 2000 at 13:56:41 (PST)


This kind of love
It can't be real
Is this the way its supposed to feel?
Sometimes it can be so great
And other times its a dead mans fate
I curse you when you are not around
Then you are and I bite my tounge
I get mixed signals
Once you loved me
And I loved we
Now its just static

Julie
- Thursday, March 30, 2000 at 17:18:45 (PST)


I wish I could find him
Eve
- Wednesday, March 29, 2000 at 23:45:58 (PST)


LOVE...
Intense
Affection for another
A strong feeling of attraction
Sexual desire
A very beautiful thing.

Until it turns to

HATE...
Intense
Hostility for another
A strong feeling of animosity
Un-desired thought
A very ugly thing.
¢ônƒÜ$ed?
- Wednesday, March 29, 2000 at 06:31:58 (PST)


It seems I did not write about a friend true and great
but like the rabbit I am oh so late!
So this is my musings on such the lady she
who will never know just what she means to me.
I wish we saw each other more
I must confess my life's a bore
I can not find a reason why
I miss her with her black hair dye
and her smile be it false or real
can only impart the happy feel.
So I must say up to date
she is great and I'M SO LATE!!!
The Very Late Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, March 28, 2000 at 07:00:16 (PST)


Pandora's box holds many a wondeland,
I mean we have the Cheshire Cat at hand.
In this page we have Eve's nagical words
and every now and then even something of Jane's Birds.
Holly can't seem to stop falling down the rabbit hole,
and Travis would be better out of the war room and talking to the mole...
We have so many magicians that I can not write them all
and I was just writing about all writers come to call
in this wonderous magic place
where no one can see my smiling face.

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
:) Cheshire Cat (:
- Tuesday, March 28, 2000 at 06:53:28 (PST)


"She lay as though she were in a trance, with her long eyelashes fluttering like she was dreaming.

She said to him 'I lie beyond the seams' and then all of a sudden her head bent back and she vanished.

Gone, gone without a trace.

Gone.

~ Frail Limb Nursery
Slipknot
She's never coming back, do you know what it's like to live with that?

No one knows what it's like.

The only one who knew me, gone."
.
- Monday, March 27, 2000 at 14:35:39 (PST)


i'm falling deeper and deeper in to this
hell i've created for myself.
its cold and wet and dark down here and i don't like it
when am i gonna get rescued?
when is my prince charming coming to save me?
i'm scared
help me someone please...
help me, i'm falling
holly
- Sunday, March 26, 2000 at 18:20:15 (PST)


"Sweet boy when they find you out
Tell me what you think they'll do
When they find youv'e got a little in here
Tell me what you think they'd do
When they find you out
When they find you out
Find out
Your'e just a pussy
My sweet boy...."


~Tori Amos
Eve (it's not original, okay, shoot me, I like it)
- Friday, March 24, 2000 at 23:14:53 (PST)


I was just sitting there reading when the old man came, and I was still reading when he left... I never saw that old man again.
Me, Myself, and I
- Friday, March 24, 2000 at 17:48:06 (PST)


Once there lived a beauty whom the Beast adored
and living just for vision the Beast the beauty ignored.
He brought her flowers withered by his touch
and she laughed so haughtily at him and such.
He wrote great ballads and made them her present
and she still was loathe to give anything but resent.
At last he confessed his love for her as it was as plain as day
but she just got angry and sent the Beast away.
Broken without blood his life he simply ceased
so goes the story of Beauty and The Beast.

and yet another fairy tale happy ending ruined by the:
Cheshire Cat
- Friday, March 24, 2000 at 17:45:18 (PST)


Weird how in dreams you switch from first person to third person

I wouldv'e liked to know how that felt
Anonymous
- Friday, March 24, 2000 at 10:19:53 (PST)


The Dog
see its fluffy fur
its big brown eyes
its short little legs
running with the big guy

Anonymous
- Friday, March 24, 2000 at 07:39:30 (PST)


~A HEAD FULL OF ACID~

So I walked into that Crimson Bar
And saw an old fat man sitting there
And I wanted to maime him

The drool was dripping off his chin
And landing on the floor
Perfectly landing in a little pool

The drops looked like 'synchronized' swimmers
with pink swim wear and fuzzy goggles

I wanted to take his cigar and shove it into his eye
Shove it so far into his eye that it burned...
Burned like witches at the stake

As I walked farther on through the bar
I saw a prostitue standing in front of the ladies room
I looked at her sleek body....

I looked at her fish-net stalkings and her torn shirt...
then I gazed at her boufant hair...
So boufant that it reached high into the heavens

So High that it poked angels
It poked angels in their furry little asses
Those little angels with their silken tupas and all knowing smirks of pain and remorse

As I looked at that hooker I wondered where her pimp was
Where was he with his cheap polyester coat and his big black boots topped off with a purple cap and a feather sticking out of it

Decked out in a big black Mercedes equipped with duel action brass knuckles
Waiting to count up the greed and lust he thrives on
Yeah man.....he thrives

Terrible Teresa
- Friday, March 24, 2000 at 03:09:49 (PST)


i will make many gesturs most
of them kind.

i will end up in hot water
through most faults of mine.

i shake hello and shake good-bye
and even do things i don't remimber doing

i have been worked
and worn,
and used,
and abused

so know i shall
takecare of myself,
protect myself,
and defend myself.

TAKEING CARE
Cry
- Wednesday, March 22, 2000 at 23:46:55 (PST)


You iggnorant fool
as you walk this earth
you are in comstant
shadow

Your HATE is your
iggnorance

Wise up little man
befor you end up dead by
your own hand
Cry
- Wednesday, March 22, 2000 at 23:27:06 (PST)


To live without her is a sin
she of angel kith and kin.
And to live with her is to fly
to her pedestal up so high.
So I wonder constantly
is she the right one for me?


What a fine mess I've gotten myself into this time...
Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, March 22, 2000 at 13:59:40 (PST)


perhaps he doesn't deserve it
Eve
- Monday, March 20, 2000 at 23:26:27 (PST)


I have gave all I goT
And continue to keep givinG
Why love and why noT
If its for you Im livinG
Why should I laugH
Why should I crY
Take the same patH
?
Breath the same sigH
¿
Im diong this alL
Just for yoU...
Taking another falL
&
Breaking intO

¿ShOuLdIgIvEuPoRmOrE?
Little J
- Monday, March 20, 2000 at 19:20:29 (PST)


"I have never felt so final"
~Slipknot

SOMEBODY!!!!!
(put me in a homeless shelter)
Jayme
- Monday, March 20, 2000 at 19:02:50 (PST)


brainclouds
brainclouds
brainclouds
brainclouds
rained
blood

brainclots
Eve
- Sunday, March 19, 2000 at 21:49:29 (PST)


Hello
Daniel
Anonymous
- Sunday, March 19, 2000 at 21:40:28 (PST)


for some reason it seema like the
whole world is agianst me.
it seema like a whole lotta people
hate me and think i'm some kinda slut.
i hate the life i lead and i hate myself
life is not worth living if theres
no purpose for me to serve. everyone i love
is slowly drifting away from me and all i can
do is watch. i can do nothing to stop it.
i want so much to be in control of my life.
but i can't. i'm lost and i can't find my way
back to myself again.
i'm treading on thin ice and any second i think
i'll fall but no one is gonna be there to save me.
no one understand me. no one wants to take the time
and try. i can't find my way back to myself. 'cause myself is gone. and its never coming back.
holly
- Sunday, March 19, 2000 at 08:41:30 (PST)


My young little flower bud
Petals of a wonderful scent
Your
stalk
holds
you
with a
mighty strength.
Leaves so perfectly shaped.
My young little flower bud.....
Such a sight of beauty.
Tell me.....
please.....the color your petals hold.
Bloom! and allow us to see what mystery holds.

PBradshaw
- Sunday, March 19, 2000 at 07:30:55 (PST)


well hey! fuck me.

Anonymous
- Saturday, March 18, 2000 at 16:40:47 (PST)


well hey! fuck me.

Anonymous
- Saturday, March 18, 2000 at 16:40:47 (PST)


the quester

walking slowy
amidst dew covered grass,
mist pierces clothing,
wets the skin

quiet singing,
of birds in far away trees,
an orange sky greets,
the rising mountains.

quester
Anonymous
- Saturday, March 18, 2000 at 00:16:33 (PST)


I'll just do what's right and leave
go away go away go away go away
please don't include me
when you go to the sushi bar
feeling like the 17th wheel

You only asked me for my craft
not my services as a crutch
so sick of your showing off
ignoring me
using me
it makes me feel wrong
it's so so wrong
SO UNRIGHT
SO TRULY SICK

you make me feel like so much

C H O P P E D L I V E R

just do my craft and
leaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleave
It's the only thing to do


Eve
- Friday, March 17, 2000 at 19:12:26 (PST)


a crazy reality has hit me
could it be that you've lied to me ?
dear, i fear that you've gone too far,
have been gone too long,
did you expect me to hold on?
dannielle
- Thursday, March 16, 2000 at 16:48:34 (PST)


You think that your words don't hurt me
Like I'll be able to conquer the silent strikes
If you be not aware, then my heart shall slowly close
Shall close to your world of evaluation
You may not know, but If this shall be
Then my heart will once again be free.
Lonely...yet free from control, free from inferiority.
I shall find love again. And nothing shall keep me.
No pain can keep my heart from exploration
If regrets are felt, then my heart shall soar...
What is "love", without true love?
wearyears
- Wednesday, March 15, 2000 at 23:11:39 (PST)


Who would your teacher be?
Would it, could it please be me?
Maybe we could give it another go?
No, that was a different time, another show...



Cheshire Cat
- Wednesday, March 15, 2000 at 21:30:43 (PST)


her cup was full and it overflowed
dripping the sweet liquid
about her hands
staining her dress
and she drank greedily
like myself
rivulets dribbling
down her chin
and she reminded me
that not everything was
contained
that sometimes there is a different
way to savour
that sometimes there is a release
in our innocence
and that innocence is our release

Jayme
- Wednesday, March 15, 2000 at 18:32:24 (PST)


I can't express the way I really truly feeL
Though sometimes I imaginE
Its really not reaL
Whats the point in lovE
Does it grow into a neeD
When push comes to shovE
Can I become your seeD
Please express to mE
The way you really truly feeL
Open up and let me seE
If love can truly grow reaL


TeAcHmE


Little J
- Wednesday, March 15, 2000 at 16:51:23 (PST)


I don't know what to do with myself
I'm so bored
and yes, Iv'e tried THAT too.
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 15, 2000 at 09:29:21 (PST)


Trine the gimber,
hell the rails,
Our spirit lingers,
Our spirit wails.

Cross the shore,
Speak evermore,
Of times gone past,
Of times in fast.

Walk in sender,
see the truth,
these words are gleaned,
these words are deemed...

Foolery.

Javn
- Tuesday, March 14, 2000 at 23:23:12 (PST)


More Delusional writing of a Cat

I was talking to a swine
in the forest of the pine
and he had a thought for the way he was to smell,
words of wisdom I shall tell.
The words spoken by this enlightened Ham
where: "I stink therefore I am."

:D

Eve, do not apologize for the way you write... If you didn't write like you do this place would be as grim as a tomb...and as appealing as one too.

Jayme, I heard a song that reminded me of you too... but I forgot it before I got a chance to tell. Silly me :D.


Cheshire Cat
- Tuesday, March 14, 2000 at 17:32:43 (PST)



Soar

Soar the seven seas,
through tides of eras past,
Our life is spent in ancient thought,
Our choices made too fast.

If we stand in brightened garb,
aching to ever stand for change,
Our wisdom lights the streets below,
Our voices sounds of sage.

Give to whim,
Your worries now,
and see your heart as one,
Because these thoughts and scenes will bow before,
Days and worries unbecome.

Javn
- Monday, March 13, 2000 at 22:16:07 (PST)


legalisticDualisticICareAndItMakesMeFeelGood

in direction
my sector
angle

tinted coloured
washed in fading hues
rendered cast
shone light on the blame in you
tainted smudged
lost the verity
in your point of view

where can I find
result
reaction
I knew it was time to step out
It makes me feel
rotten
when I have to hold back
So Iv'e got to go AGAIN

feeling disgenerous to a fault
that's not me
I can't be bound that way
forgiveness doesn't mean sending boxes of chocolates

you haven't left the prized social life
charm
still doesn't rate
merit
rank up there with a
golden heart
I can't synchronize with that part of me you made me be

what a color
fixed locus
I wouldn't have it any other way
in this direction
Eve (sorry for the verticality)
- Monday, March 13, 2000 at 22:01:10 (PST)


Welcome to the abyss
Your ignorance is your bliss
How can you miss
with your mouth so red
why don't you hide your eyes instead
paint your whole freakin' head
Ambushed by the avon lady
Trying to attract that prince, your baby
Why don't you try what GOD gave you maybe.
ZeroBeholder
- Monday, March 13, 2000 at 18:00:20 (PST)


This evil spin im in
the trick of the veil
a part of the shadow
-
or live the way i`ve learned
-
When the most amazing thing
you´ve all ever seen
takes off
the face of this earth
I want to have been
a part of that

I want my name in the book

oh God
struck by lightning
once again





K.
- Monday, March 13, 2000 at 14:02:26 (PST)


Lost in your breathe again
Nothing u say or do
can ever stop me from
falling
& falling
over & over
into u

surrounded
K.
- Monday, March 13, 2000 at 13:57:55 (PST)


I heard this song by tonic... and it was really cool
It said something like
"why you gotta be so mean to me
(and I cant remember what was here)
and I'm always in need"

I thought it described me pretty well
even all the parts I cant remember

jayme
- Monday, March 13, 2000 at 13:33:28 (PST)


Oh God I have an ill-divining soul---
But not as bad as it used to be

Oh Lord above in heaven I have an evil will----
I will not share what has come to me
Let me swear to keep it as my right

Oh my goodness I have no idea what the word sin means---
and i don't really care


Anonymous
- Sunday, March 12, 2000 at 20:55:58 (PST)


Last night's rain turned to snow,
the tears wept frozen by your cold smile.
Why they still fell I do not know
but they fell for quite a while,
blanketing the earth in white pain
and chilling my old bones until they ache.
It's so hard to play sane
when dealing with a heart break.


(Thanks Eve :D, nice to know someone sees my smile because I like most cannot.)
Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, March 12, 2000 at 13:03:03 (PST)


Reality

I don't understand myself, I don't understand you. But most of all I don't understand the things that you do. You say you care, but you're so naive and you can't love me at all, although the talk we had was enough to drive me through a wall. You started to cry, I was emotionless, although deep down i care, the double-standard there always is is too much for me to bear. There's no potential and no doubt that I was your first love, and when you go to bed at night, I am who you think of. Well think of me when you begin to cry, and when you wipe your tears, because me breaking up with you is no longer one of your fears. Welcome to reality.
Nicole
- Saturday, March 11, 2000 at 18:41:13 (PST)


Don't even try to lie to my face and say youv'e never eaten a whole pint of ice cream

in one sitting



(Hey, Chess, the moon looked like your smile tonight..
good to have you back :)
Eve
- Friday, March 10, 2000 at 20:10:27 (PST)


I was sick but now I'm cured...
coughing up hair balls and I still endured!
Delerious and tripping all over the place,
I swear I could've cooked an egg on my face!
The time I spent in the litter box was shitting bricks or tabasco juice,
I think from all the coughing my brain shook loose!
Drowning from the sweat that pour off me
yes I was a very sorry sight to see.
but now the demon death flu is over, I'm here and that's that
so won't someone please love on this cat?


memoirs of a demon-death-flu victim, 00.
Cheshire Cat
- Thursday, March 09, 2000 at 20:49:28 (PST)


He calls my name, whispers in the dark
Of all the people around, I am the only one to turn
Deep in his eyes, he has a look that tells no lies
Mesmerized and lost in thought, he holds my stare
His dark brooding eyes, another thing indeed
There's so much he is telling me, so much I have to hear
It's getting darker, and people are fading away
Yet the only thing I see, is him and his look into me
He sees it all, and in mind I know
He can ask me anything, and I will tell all
This dark stranger, I felt I have known for years
All alone now, we stand and stare
His power he holds over me, withstands the strength of my despair
My savior, my angel in disguise
He has it all, and I am looking for more
What will happen next, will there be a word?
Yet it seems we've said it all, without letting a word fall
Hours have gone by, and still we stand across from one another
One step or more, and it'll be gone
I feel I need to look, deeper into this figure before me
Secrets and lies, thoughts and feelings
Lost in his eyes, I can see my despair...
Slipping away, and in that instant I know it's true
This dark stranger I have known forever, this dark stranger is my soul

Krista
- Thursday, March 09, 2000 at 17:44:26 (PST)


I was the centre of the chaos
and she was it
feeling like a gerbal and all
it has to be tough





(it has been brought to my attention by my mother through my LOVING brother,that I am too dark and perhaps I need "professional" help, but I do beg to differ, and would prefer to say that the fault lies within him, he needs some sort of help through his pseudo-psycho stereotypical ways:))


Jayme
- Thursday, March 09, 2000 at 13:28:00 (PST)


"On and on and on Aurora, wait for everyone,
wait till' the last one's done"

~Foo Fighters
Eve
- Wednesday, March 08, 2000 at 19:01:01 (PST)


I think It was something like magic to her
when I turned on the bath water
and tried to rinse all the coal black hair
of blood
and she stood there
in the middle of the bathroom floor
water dripping off her thin legs
and she shivered
but refused to wrap herself in the
towel I offered
so I did it for her
and by the look in her eye I could tell
she wanted back with her babies
so I let her run there
and once again she was happy

Jayme
- Monday, March 06, 2000 at 09:15:36 (PST)


I think It was something like magic to her
when I turned on the bath water
and tried to rinse all the coal black hair
of blood
and she stood there
in the middle of the bathroom floor
water dripping off her thin legs
and she shivered
but refused to wrap herself in the
towel I offered
so I did it for her
and by the look in her eye I could tell
she wanted back with her babies
so I let her run there
and once again she was happy

Jayme
- Monday, March 06, 2000 at 09:15:36 (PST)


H U M I L I T Y

through the journey to find truth


YOUR'E ALREADY HALFWAY THERE










Eve
- Sunday, March 05, 2000 at 20:14:08 (PST)


yeah, shout it!
on a hamburger!
with cheese!
!
!
I need a diaper!
that's safe for the environment!
I soil myself, yo!
!
!
ingrown tonails hurt my feet!
there's a rash on my ass!
who has the ointment?!
!
!

Anonymous
- Sunday, March 05, 2000 at 19:57:49 (PST)


I asked for a boyfriend.
I asked that he be tall.. good looking.. goal oriented..
I asked that he have a smile that would melt my heart
and eyes that would look deeply into mine..

And I got all that...
but the one thing I forgot to ask for was that he have a heart.
S. N. Hagood
- Saturday, March 04, 2000 at 12:21:42 (PST)


Okay, so

FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS




alright?
Anonymous
- Friday, March 03, 2000 at 20:44:53 (PST)


Actually: it's the balls I look for, always.
Men in the street, offices, cars, restaurants.
It's the nuts I imagine --
firm, soft, in hairy sacks
the way they are
down there rigged between the thighs,
the funny way they are.

Anne McNaughton
- Friday, March 03, 2000 at 17:47:29 (PST)


"high maintance"

I can afford to feed you
I cant afford to support you
I cant afford to feed jesus either
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 02, 2000 at 22:22:07 (PST)


the review
hey that is really good
we give it a six
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 02, 2000 at 22:19:12 (PST)


"how many more times"

bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
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cop calling lesbian prostitute
whose fave band is lezzie zeppelin
bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
bi-polar
feel sorry suicide

tardZilla
- Thursday, March 02, 2000 at 22:16:50 (PST)


"Waiting"

I've been waiting
waiting all day
for the lezbians to put thier aids checks together
and buy my dodge truck.
in it....
they would look right
and keep it real
behind the wheel
they can move
movin on up
movin it on over
and clean up the roadkill
that somehow got under
I've been waiting
Ive been waiting for that phone to ring
the clock on the way dont mean a thing
all the time I've been waiting.
hallmark rex
- Thursday, March 02, 2000 at 22:03:37 (PST)


roxanne leaned over a plate of salsa
and her big brown eyes gleamed in the neon light
her margiretta pitcher was empty again
and she told three jokes to my two.
she ate half her chicken burritio
and then dumped an entire bottle of green sauce into it and asked for a to go container
and more chips.

can I finish myine?
I asked
I aint giving this shit to your brother
Im eatting it
Im eatting it now
Im eatting it here

Eat it she screamed
and then asked me to sing the bendito lahada song once more before we go
the waitress brought more ice water
and chips once more
and Roxanne tipped the waitress
for the third time in twenty-five minutes.

Anonymous
- Thursday, March 02, 2000 at 21:08:39 (PST)


IN THE LIGHT I WILL SURVIE IN THE DARK I HAVE NO PRIDE
Anonymous
- Thursday, March 02, 2000 at 19:11:25 (PST)


thats a good song
Anonymous
- Wednesday, March 01, 2000 at 22:42:55 (PST)


slipping on a pumpkin seed
fell
broke her arm

she's really old


and I HATE hospitals.
Eve
- Wednesday, March 01, 2000 at 18:08:29 (PST)


"This is Goodbye"

We never really said goodbye
and that kiss I rest upon your sleeping cheek
will mark the very end
while your hand I held
what was I thinking
this is goodbye
don't remember me
throw away or burn any photos
its not worth it
this is what I never wanted
I never thought there would be an end
but,there is no happiness in this
this is goodbye
this is all there is
this is goodbye
dont call my name
I have no more warmth to lend
this will be our goodbye
I dont want anyone to hurt
so leave it as is
I shall never dream to you
in the darkest night
and lust for your kiss
I wont think your name
it really is the end
but we will go on living however we want that is
this only means we never
was that good of friends
so if you want to blame me
I'll take it
and each other lets just forget
this is goodbye
now its said
you never understood me
really
I hope you understand it
this is goodbye
to me
to you
the end
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 22:34:15 (PST)


"An Editing nightmare"
by
Travis Ray Cole


"REQUESTIONS"
I look for meaning in your moves

stringing words together without meaning
just to make it sound good in any dialect


i link her to the outside world



"equaulizer"

recessing against the background of boarded up buildings standing and the move she gets and goes back again died a color that isnt
back again for more
gone where
back again
recreation
would the street age her in a different dream?

what did she want?
like the sun at night shes gone
she makes me laugh
==================
"welfare picnic"
I found some fries in the elevator...

"cemetary tomorrow"
burn a guitar on my grave

"starving dog"
Ice turned night,skin and bone deaTh


"slag"
not really floating at the bottom
cupid zoo tow truck slow blood
heart does she have one?

well they got some diease on the money
your amusing yourself and noone else
back back on the ground
so it would seem
hes shooting radar in a traffic jam
damn,baby you move around
and i'm thinking
AND im thinking
as sorrow expands tomorrow exhibits dance

"revalation mistake"
does she even know?
some sort of mental colliage
answers
dogs run
there is no free
thoughts would know
travis ray cole

"ALL THE ANSWERS"
What.Ever you like.
i like that she says things
i just like to listen to her
lost in some dream
listen to her
for a while
listen to her
i dont know if i know what she means
the weather must know and
theres something eatting away at me
its in the plan
romantic praticality
if loves not you
theres no love for me
I cant miss you
without missing a part of me
i know im somewhere
somewhere around the cross-
ing of your heart and a memorie
i love her i love her mind
i love her

"IS anyone"

soaring like some angels wings
a halo straight from hell
fire her mane the sun as pure as gold
pain wont hide or take away
god knows that i love her
all this the love i dream
and stand right beside her
beside her

"soul mate"
you like to buy me work boots at k-mart?
you like to buy me ladder rack for trucks
you like to break up with me?
you like to chili-cruise with me in my camaro/with t-tops
and go to red lobster all day
you like to sew my clothes
you like to live with me in F100 ?
do you want to go the prom with me
you know prom
dance
salsa
you like to get white dress and a picket fence
with me

love wont change the way
yesterday
another day
loss

"SLAVE"
my friend the slave
i could love her
i really cant love anything again
i know shes acceptable to me

shes mean
i want something

slave
no slave to me
i want to set her free
i want to make her mine
what do i want
my love is blind
my love is blonde
my love is gone
and i'll pay in thought
for thought
to think about what ive done
was she not
was we not one
the one
no one
slave i could love and believe
i could be your something
if only you loved me
no one loves anything
and it floats or sinks
whats it do for me
i let you in
goodbye to me
slave
i give to needs
i want you for me
i want to set you free
i want you for me
what do i want
only to love something

where has my love gone
all the love i need
when do i believe
i could set you free
i could
but not me
theres no one
no one for me
theres no one
so together
theres really no free
i could love
or die believeing

weather matters not
where is she
love end begin
everything i got
where is the one i want
gone
and still i want

she has no time for me
least thats what is seems
she must know by now
the game
the blues
my love for her is true

notes unknown
taken from this poem
love that you wont kiss
all my thoughts are words
just stupid
but i love you

Copyright : (C)2000TRAVISRAYCOLE
Travis Ray Cole can be e-mailed at oeoeoe@usa.net


take two
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 21:35:29 (PST)


"REQUESTIONS"
I look for meaning in your moves

stringing words together without meaning
just to make it sound good in any dialect


i link her to the outside world



"equaulizer"

recessing against the background of boarded up buildings standing and the move she gets and goes back again died a color that isnt
back again for more
gone where
back again
recreation
would the street age her in a different dream?

what did she want?
like the sun at night shes gone
she makes me laugh
==================
"welfare picnic"
I found some fries in the elevator...

"cemetary tomorrow"
burn a guitar on my grave

"starving dog"
Ice turned night,skin and bone deaTh


"slag"
not really floating at the bottom
cupid zoo tow truck slow blood
heart does she have one?

well they got some diease on the money
your amusing yourself and noone else
back back on the ground
so it would seem
hes shooting radar in a traffic jam
damn,baby you move around
and i'm thinking
AND im thinking
as sorrow expands tomorrow exhibits dance

"revalation mistake"
does she even know?
some sort of mental colliage
answers
dogs run
there is no free
thoughts would know
travis ray cole

Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 21:28:42 (PST)


"ALL THE ANSWERS"
What.Ever you like.
i like that she says things
i just like to listen to her
lost in some dream
listen to her
for a while
listen to her
i dont know if i know what she means
the weather must know and
theres something eatting away at me
its in the plan
romantic praticality
if loves not you
theres no love for me
I cant miss you
without missing a part of me
i know im somewhere
somewhere around the cross-
ing of your heart and a memorie
i love her i love her mind
i love her
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 21:24:40 (PST)


"IS anyone"

soaring like some angels wings
a halo straight from hell
fire her mane the sun as pure as gold
pain wont hide or take away
god knows that i love her
all this the love i dream
and stand right beside her
beside her
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 21:23:25 (PST)


"soul mate"
you like to buy me work boots at k-mart?
you like to buy me ladder rack for trucks
you like to break up with me?
you like to chili-cruise with me in my camaro/with t-tops
and go to red lobster all day
you like to sew my clothes
you like to live with me in F100 ?
do you want to go the prom with me
you know prom
dance
salsa
you like to get white dress and a picket fence
with me
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 21:21:40 (PST)


love wont change the way
yesterday
another day
loss

"SLAVE"
my friend the slave
i could love her
i really cant love anything again
i know shes acceptable to me

shes mean
i want something

slave
no slave to me
i want to set her free
i want to make her mine
what do i want
my love is blind
my love is blonde
my love is gone
and i'll pay in thought
for thought
to think about what ive done
was she not
was we not one
the one
no one
slave i could love and believe
i could be your something
if only you loved me
no one loves anything
and it floats or sinks
whats it do for me
i let you in
goodbye to me
slave
i give to needs
i want you for me
i want to set you free
i want you for me
what do i want
only to love something

where has my love gone
all the love i need
when do i believe
i could set you free
i could
but not me
theres no one
no one for me
theres no one
so together
theres really no free
i could love
or die believeing
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 21:20:37 (PST)


weather matters not
where is she
love end begin
everything i got
where is the one i want
gone
and still i want

she has no time for me
least thats what is seems
she must know by now
the game
the blues
my love for her is true

notes unknown
taken from this poem
love that you wont kiss
all my thoughts are words
just stupid
but i love you
Anony
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 21:17:20 (PST)


it
read
and
up
scroll
could
you
so
backwards
poem
this
wrote
I
tinky winky
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 17:50:57 (PST)


zombie zombie in my mind
zombie zombie up the ramp

zombie zombie in the road
zombie zombie on the car

the graves are empty
the families are gone

couldn't they have hired more extras
so this movie could have more families..

being devoured
Tinky Winky
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 17:47:58 (PST)


alone in this world
nowhere to turn
the world is crushing me
i am nomore
Anonymous
- Tuesday, February 29, 2000 at 07:40:18 (PST)


i think blood and bleed out my eyes
all my thoughts die in vain
in darkness
in shadows
with an emptiness
I think of you walking away
over and over again

I dream in darkness
until your voice awakens
my closed eyes
there is no life worth living
while you laugh at anothers jokes
and gaze into anothers eyes
I hold onto nothiness
and wash it down with lies
if there was a dream that could melt a shadow
and shine thru the empty-ness of a blurred mind
if there was a woman
who could call my name in love
I would want her to be
exactly like you
Anonymous
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 22:04:13 (PST)


the streets are filled with impovershed children
with no scandinavian nut cake to fill their swollen bellies
and I pass by them without a care

Jayme
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 19:42:45 (PST)


Eagles may soar but at least weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.



C.C.
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 19:42:22 (PST)


I burnt myself in the shower again...
trying to melt the ice,
of a thousand and one cold shoulders
and words that could chill a child playing in midsummer.
But try as I will and try as I might
I just can't thaw out this frozen wasteland.
Cheshire Cat
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 19:39:39 (PST)


I pass you on the streets
that we used to drive on.
I listen on the radio
to one of our songs.
I see your house and,
just wonder why..
Why a love like ours
was taken away.
But I still hold you in
my heart, everyday.
I think of you in the morning,
and at night.
Only wishing you
were holding me tight.
I want to feel your heartbeat,
close to mine,
I want to feel your lips,
and look into your eyes.
I want to tell you,
that I Love You,
from the bottom of my heart.
I need you in my life,
so very much.
I need the simple things,
like a smile or a touch.
You know Heaven isn't to far away,
maybe soon we'll find a way,
because our love is like Heaven,
so pure and true.
And one day we'll find it,
just me and you.

Sunflower
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 13:08:54 (PST)


I pass you on the streets
that we used to drive on.
I listen on the radio
to one of our songs.
I see your house and,
just wonder why..
Why a love like ours
was taken away.
But I still hold you in
my heart, everyday.
I think of you in the morning,
and at night.
Only wishing you
were holding me tight.
I want to feel your heartbeat,
close to mine,
I want to feel your lips,
and look into your eyes.
I want to tell you,
that I Love You,
from the bottom of my heart.
I need the simple things,
like a smile or a touch.
You know Heaven isn't to far away,
maybe soon we'll find a way,
because our love is like Heaven,
so pure and true.
And one day we'll find it,
just me and you.

Sunflower
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 13:06:56 (PST)


I pass you on the streets
that we used to drive on.
I listen on the radio
to one of our songs.
I see your house and,
just wander why..
Why a love like ours
was taken away.
But I still hold you in
my heart, everyday.
I think of you in the morning,
and at night.
Only wishing you
were holding me tight.
I want to feel your heartbeat,
close to mine,
I want to feel your lips,
and look into your eyes.
I want to tell you,
that I Love You,
from the bottom of my heart.
I need the simple things,
like a smile or a touch.
You know Heaven isn't to far away,
maybe soon we'll find a way,
because our love is like Heaven,
so pure and true.
And one day we'll find it,
just me and you.

Sunflower
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 13:05:48 (PST)


I thank the Lord above
for giving us a touch,
a touch of love.
It hurts so much
just to know,
that you loved me,
and I loved you so.
It was only a short moment in time,
but that moment was so special,
it was yours and mine.
I feel so close to you,
but yet so far away.
Its so hard to express
those words to say...
That I miss your sweet smell,
your embrace,
I miss looking into your eyes,
and the smile on your face.
You're the one I've dreamed of
all my life,
I just want to look into your eyes,
and make everything alright.
Our love was so strong,
to never end.
So lets open our hearts and
find that love,
that was once given to us,
from the Lord above.
Sunflower
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 12:47:30 (PST)


Jane
It's been three years
and I'm still so lucky
I hope you scroll down long enough to read this message

cafeteria at ACDA
fried chicken freak and a gentle vegetarian
staring at the animal on my plate
and feeling like a butt
but I'm glad we found what we found
I'm glad I had the gall to tell you I liked your lace cuffs
I'm glad we sat on the carpet in the auditorium
I'm glad I got the chance to speak with you
It hurt when I thought I wouldn't ever get to speak with you
That I would have lost
knowing you

Red headed faerie
your'e still in every Waterhouse painting
you are so enchanting
thank you so much for your friendship
I Love You
Eve
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 10:53:36 (PST)


"Whats in a name?"

A rose by any other name,does not equal you
don't judge a rose by it's color,
one petal is not even close to the truth
ROSES DYING ON THE CROSS,NO WAY TO REBLOOM
give me your love, I'll give it back
I only want a girl like you
a path of rose petals opening up for love feeling truth
a lie about a rose could come back & stick right into you
a trail of roses on the ground for you to walk upon
even without love, a rose dies and is gone
when your love grows deep in the heart of the sun
with the mist of dew in its mind, waiting for the summer
all the time... you spent waiting, thought I'd never come
from the bush where love emerges and unfolds our love
a bud has awakened ,everythings coming up roses
and the rose water that is steeping is distilling for your
lucious loving mind



whatsinaname
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 06:47:38 (PST)


Angela
I love you so much it is written
in blood in vain in love
Angela oh Angela
how could I live without
Angela
please do not look away
I love for I only love you
without that I love I would surely not be here
I would not exist
you are inspiration
to me you are life

How tender and lovely her eyes
the eyes that look at me
Angela so beautiful
a walking living dream
you know it

"Angela {sculpture of love}"
Have the heavens cast you down
for my eyes to behold

what master has drawn this form come true
living art of life shaped into warm flesh
delicious Angela poetry herself a dream
exotic

Angela
to move is to attract attention
to smile is heart stealing
ripping the insides out

to glance in your direction
is to film the living art inside my mind
to be played and replayed a hundred times
Angela there is no art but Angela

an Angel to steal my mind
I love only Angela
I lust only for Angela
angela be mine

Oh Angela with movements of art
and art would be your name
so beautiful as the ocean at sundown
like a flower in the spring
Angela your dark hair
as that of a lustful mane
would I hope to see tomorrow
if ever I could hold you and have the chance to say
ANGELA my ANGELA
an angel
who could not love you
who could compare you
inside a heart that could feel love
if there was a heaven it holds your name
inside the mind of lovers Angela
you drive me to the edge


Anonymous
- Monday, February 28, 2000 at 00:51:53 (PST)


"MAY THE RING YOU WEAR"
to make people think we are married
while we are in public
bounce
off the cremaic bowl many times over
until the final goodbye flush
may you forget I exist
and denounce us
will you look back and not see me
there is no you
no theres no memorie
AND YOUR ETCHED INTO A BLUR
FOR THERE WERE SO MANY LITTLE BLONDES
before you
while I really dont know now
which one I loved
you all look the same
who cares you are all no one
I can not remember the differance
a name is nothing
the fog is your value to my heart
I love you not

Anonymous
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 21:40:46 (PST)


"Champagne Brunch"

Who would stereotype money
who would believe it was worth anything?
There where many beautiful whores
at the fashion show and
I ordered a cheese buurger and a beer
sure,mine was dressed very seductively for a woman with only one eye.but I did not want to seek a relationship that would last longer
than a few pretzels
for my lap dancer was watching us
and I did not want to piss her off again
because I already thought she was cheating on me
but I might just be parinoid
because believing only what I see
I could'nt really see over the five mens shoulders
and then she went to change costumes
in the ladies room
and he went into the mens room
and you cant do much in a little 3 inch hole
in the wall now can you
it was like that time
I dropped the mental patient off at the truck stop
after she agreed
to us duck taping the camera to her head
but we never got a camaera
and the phone would not stop ringing
as soon as the tape would role
while ever song I played
they thought it was about them

I believed in the lord of gasolines
and my lap dancer and I had agreed to
stay together and pay the cable bill this week.
she was as pretty with a six pack as she was
with two shots (over)

WRITTEN BY TRAVIS RAY COLE(C)2000

oeoeoe@usa.net
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 20:43:25 (PST)


Hey Dancin' boy!......
Hey Dancin' boy!
Hey dancin'boy,get over here

Why cant you maka movies for your people
you make your mama cry
you make some movies to make us proud
you got it?huh?
now welcome back



Anonymous
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 20:33:22 (PST)


What is a Beaver? A beaver is some creature that builds dams and swims around doing anything it wants all day. Beavers are not grand in any aspects, they can't even build God Dams. They cut down trees and get away with it, they get away with cartoons, and their distant relative the ground hog is always popular. Beavers , though unlike popular beliefs, are actually Disciples of the Great God Dam (Satan) and constantly try to rid the world of all other creatures (except for poets because they like what people write about them). Even as I type this down Beavers are slowly working their way into control of all the worlds nations by buying small countries and waging war with others. So the next time you see a Beaver, be a little more than a victim... Kill more Beaver.

"Beavers are animals too, and they taste great." - B.S. Hammond

This has been a message sponsored by, MMMMMBeaver(tm)
and remember: EAT MORE BEAVER!!
Cheshire Cat and Me, Myself, and I
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 19:03:56 (PST)


I threw away my sunday
it was lame and boring anyway.
So I mechanicaly smoked it
and spent the day so lit
that I feel my mind has drifted
as I lazily shifted
from one comfort to the new
absorbed by the miserable color blue.
I did wonderous magic as the lights danced to and fro
consumed by the all-to-dim glow
and I molded my skin just like clay
all because I threw away my sunday.



You wouldn't want a world in a box anyway, it wouldn't be seen, nor felt, not touched, nor smelt. And having a world devoid of everything, would dampen the grief that this one can bring :)


Cheshire Cat
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 18:50:15 (PST)


I want to become an alcoholic
~J.L.E.
Sometimes I feel like a gerbal
~M.M.E.
Please get drunk honey... everything is better when you drunk
~P.R.B.


AND YOU WOULDNT GIVE ME YOUR GODDAMN WORLD IN A BOX
jayme
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 17:07:43 (PST)


What is a poet? An unhappy person, that hides his quarrel´s in his heart, but who´s lips is formed such that his sigh and scream flowes to empty over them, sounding like the sweetest music.It goes for him as the unhappiest, that in Phalaris´s oxe were tortured by the slow fire, there screams never reaching the tyrans ear to terrify him, because for him it soundet like sweet music.And the people gathered around the poet saying: sing soon again, mening may new suffering´s torture your soul, may your lips continue to flow; for the scream will only bother us, but the music soothe us.And the critic steps in saying: it is right, thus it should be after the aesthetic rules.But the critic is cut from the same images as the poet, he just does not have the quarrel´s in his heart nor the music on his lips. Therfore i would rather be a pigherder on Amagerbro, to be understod by pigs, then a poet, being misunderstod by people.

S.K.

Z
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 12:22:41 (PST)


"the streams of history"

where are you song of freedom
where are you sunshine

another lost feeling
that I cant relate

a lie to memories
a dance with death

Anonymous
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 12:07:05 (PST)


the evening was bright
the moon was full
the poetry wont grow
unless its pruned
Anonymous
- Sunday, February 27, 2000 at 10:43:24 (PST)


Poems pruned on the 27th day of 2-2000
 
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