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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)

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)

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
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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,