Entry : 3005 (20921 words)
Author : Ulrick Antoine Demey <9398>
Category: Sent <3>
Subject : VOLUME 4, 1-POETRY OF . OTHER PEOPLE4;*
Written : 04/22/96.06:55pm

Subject : 1-Poetryof.otherpeople4;
Written : 03/29/96.09:54pm


Author : WILBERT who likes to weave baskets <11878>
Category: Head injury survivors of phoenix <61>
Subject : RE: delete this crap
Written : 02/23/96.02:34am

let me stand baby...
lemme stand baby
oh let me stand!!!
lemme stand next to your fire!


you say your mom aint home
that aint my concern
you can play with me
but your gonna burn


you gonna give me your money
you better save it babe
save it baby for a rainy day
chris
wilbert

i am experienced

Author : deadcat <66770>
Category: German workers party <37>
Subject : hjfdhjfdsafdsh
Written : 02/25/96.03:52pm

Like the atoms in a pile of shit,
These are the days of our lives.

Like whale sperm on the beach,
These are the people we are.

Like necrophilia in the warm sun,
This is our story.


Author : Me
Category: general insanity <1>
Subject :
Written : 02/25/96.03:59pm

To take your life, with which you keep,
All your hopes, and dreams, and thoughts, and fears.
I take your life of all its years,
Of sunsets, and people, and love as well.
After this, you will find neither heaven nor hell.
Just a place unimaginable to thee.
It's that of no sky,birds, or tress.
Just free floating energies, both you and me.

-Me


Author : Demi God <112800>
Category: general insanity <1>
Subject : Talk a while before digging our grave
Written : 02/26/96.08:53am

The day seams darkend by the drull,
the grey ashy flesh, reflected in the clouds
I feal of an essance, the world my thrall,
through my being, unto flows all

Dark, the word light for a while
illuminate shadow, across this face
the sences all drift from me to space
I leave in my comming,
the parting so dear

follow my whispers
follow my tears


Author : Flame <18815>
Category: Prophetic visions of the cataclysmic end <63>
Subject : too stupid to be creative
Written : 02/26/96.11:50pm

Here's a little something I didn't write



When I wake up in my house
I get dressed then I get lost
I don't know whick way to go
I guess I'll have another cup of joe
where the hell was I anyways
so I end up on the street
walkin' talkin' to my own beat
in a fog, in a haze
I've been trippin' out for days
can you help me find me way home
1-2-3
don't rock the boat now, just let it slide
groovy people walking back and forth, that's right
so I hop on to this bus
destination reads please save us
not a soul that I know
to be found in this dark hole
can you help me find my way home
can you help me find my way home
I'm so tired of looking for the door
please help me find my way
please help me find my way
I can't find the door
where I am now, where am I now
I find myself just out there floating


------4nonBlondes-------


Just felt like it fit here....

Author : Dark Overture <15752>
Category: Mushy Love Stuff <4>
Subject : For my love...A & F
Written : 02/27/96.12:00pm


You have drawn me out,
Like water from a dark well.

I will not drown.

You have colored my life,
Like the sunrise on a frozen winter morn.

Cold, I will no longer be.

You have lifted the black cloud from my heart,
Like the veil from a sorrow-stricken widow.

I am alive.

For the two that I give my eternal gratitude:

To my love; my heart.

To my Lord; my soul.


Author : 2 PaC Sh'PaTA <114577>
Category: PARENTAL WARNING: <1>
Subject : sdfalk;j
Written : 02/27/96.10:20am

I'm down with the hood
And I know it's understood
that if ya wanna bang it up
Ya gotta know what 'sup
Cuz I'm comming at ya with a shotgun bang
And I don't think that ya'll give a dang
Cuz I'm the wiggity wiggity raunchy little mag-got
And my life feels just a little *BEEP*-ed up
So when I come your way
And I flow to convey
The positive vibe that I'm feeling
Helps me see the love you're stealing
So if ya don't wanna end up last
I'm telling y'all, ya gotta kick some --- !!!!!!


2 PaC Sh'PATA

EAST SIDE PAC-MAN MUTHA-F**KAHZ


Author : Coke <125520>
Category: Love <43>
Subject : n o
Written : 02/27/96.12:08pm

i want to sleep
i hate to weep
i want to fly
i hate to cry
im so tired
im so wired
im so alone
cold to the bone
my heart in a vise
all locked in ice
my soul is dark
my tears are stark
my life is mine
and no longer thine


Author : Coke <125520>
Category: Love <43>
Subject : asdf
Written : 02/28/96.01:23am

the brown bear is scarlet
the prince is in pain
the bitch will kill the harlot
the bitch cries in the rain
the cd spins all the time
the song drifts in her head
the churchbell chime
its time for bed
the prince sleeps in her place
the bitch dreams of his kiss
the prince leaves out the lace
the bitch slumbers in bliss
the bitch knows she is wrong
the prince wishes he were right
its been so very long
both are alone in the night


Author : The Dread Pirate Roberts <8424>
Category: Its about time <17>
Subject : Revenge
Written : 02/28/96.10:21am

Back in 1992, when I first found the forum, I was known then, as now, as
the Dread Pirate Roberts. One of my friends wrote the following poem:
/pause


The Sinking of Revenge

Sailing on the ocean, upon the high blue sea,
I came across a pirate, a nasty villain he,
I raised my Spanish colors, and he the pirates' black,
The skull and crossbones flying, I readied for attack.

My ship the Brewer's Maiden, and his ship named Revenge,
We chased about the ocean, out to it's mighty ends,
The westward gale 'a slowing, my ship could go no more,
So I turned the galleon starboard, and let the cannon roar!

Boom! Went the mighty cannon, a shot across his bow.
Boom! Went the mighty cannon, I missed again somehow.
Boom! Went the mighty cannon, he hit us in the stern.
Boom! Went the mighty cannon, how the tide of battle'd turned.

My ship began to falter, and sink into the sea,
My crew they worked in earnest, to patch the hoses in she,
looking out to starboard upon the pirates' craft,
I knew that he was coming, to finish the attack.

So we loaded up the cannon, for one final throw,
To Davey Jones' locker, we hoped to make him go,
And in that final salvo, shot so true by me,
I sank that God-damned pirate, now he'll never bother me.

So we patched our brave old galleon, and set a course for home,
The king would give me titles, and gold from 'top his throne,
My fame will live forever, throughout our blessed lands,
the story of the captain, who sank the ship Revenge.

So when your children ask you, about the fate of he,
Just tell them of the battle, upon the mighty sea.
And when your children ask you, about the fate of Dread,
Know you that he rests now, in Davey Jones' bed.
Just tell them that he rests now, in Davey Jones' bed!

by Robert Strebler
February 1992


Author : The Dread Pirate Roberts <8424>
Category: Its about time <17>
Subject : Revenge's revenge
Written : 02/28/96.10:23am

This was the reply I sent him. Understand that this was written in about
five minutes, so it is not nearly as eloquent as Rob's.
/pause


The Pirates Revenge

As the Maiden turned to sunset, and set a course for home,
My ship she sank beneath me, causing the sea to foam.
I floated upon the mast of the mighty ship Revenge,
And watched his ship set sail for far and distant lands.

A passing ship, she saved me, not knowing who I be,
The captain and last survivor of a mighty ship indeed.
They dropped me off on land, and though those I knew were few,
I proceeded to build a new ship, and secretly recruit a crew.

In six months I was ready, and the crossbones they were raised,
We set sail for the open sea, and my pirates they were crazed.
They wanted gold and riches, and power, glory and fame,
I simply wanted vengence, on the man from the Spanish main.

In a few months I found her, The Brewers Maiden looked new,
So I raised my colors and fired, I smiled as the cannon balls flew.
The battle was long and heated, and the captain, he fought well,
But I noticed his bow getting lower, with the rise and fall of each swell.

We boarded the craft and fought, with sword and knife we killed,
My pirates swarmed into the hold and their pockets proceeded to fill.
I myself fought the captain, and a glorious fight indeed,
I killed him slowly in the end, fulfilling my vengeful need.

We searched the ship for survivors, and made sure that all were dead,
For I couldn't afford to take prisoners, if I valued my valued head.
We got gold and jewels and silver, and other things 'tis true,
But the best we got from that fight, was the captains unbeatable brew!
by Thomas J. Cavness
July 1992


Author : DREAMER <12918>
Category: I may be an angel but I'm no saint <19>
Subject : MUHAHA
Written : 02/28/96.12:51pm





As I was walking down that silent, weeping path.
I thought of the pain and misery I have shed,
The blood that was fed, to the anger of a lonely soul.
Torment, hostillity, daytime nightmares...
Oh does thy soul ponder such dread.
To have.
To hold.
Why shall I be bold about my deeds of the Satin nights?
What holds me to these cravings for victims?
To taste.
To waste ones soul.
To at last believe there is no victims.
Just their misfortune, my fortune.
Ah guilt trashes, bashes the souls craving for attention.
Do you hear me Oh wicked world?
I do play in your dismay.
Rumble, crumble as the walls of Jerico crash down.
Listen to my insane MUHAHA laughter.
Feel it, see it, believe in it.
For I am the one, you are but the many.
Bow down before the one you serve...
Muhaha your gonna get what you deserve...
Nothing! but ill spilled feelings of a deprived youth.
Down with the mocking bird, hear my cry...
As my brain fries on this insane world's destruction
Of it's self.
Death, Gloom, An Angry God's boom.
Feel it.
Smell it.
Watch it.
Hit you.
Realize I'm preying on you.



"Angry soul"
Dale E. Brashear
Feb. 28, 1996


Author : Jareth the Goblin King... Poetry is <17547>
Category: Silly Stuff <7>
Subject : -= Poetry? =-
Written : 02/28/96.07:10pm

-= Poetry? =-

Words not need be percieved in rhyme...
yet they are here this time...

Pattern need not be the mold...
yet with my oppinion it holds...

Emotion need not be the key...
thou I use it to set my words free...

what is a poem but words we feel...
sometimes written to be surreal...

or written to help deal...
with feelings that make us reel...

x Jareth


Author : PERIDOT <106928>
Category: Temporary Sanity <16>
Subject : a poem by PERIDOT
Written : 02/28/96.10:14pm



I sit alone inside myself
and somehow try to feel
the pain i should be feeling
but it doesn't quite seem real
it all went on so long ago
but the memory is still clear
and all the things he said to me
somehow i still hear
I seem to have grown cold inside
as far as that's concerned
and the numbness that i'm feeling
i guess that i have earned
they tell me i'm a survivor
but howcome i can't see
all the strength and courage
they say they see in me


Kimberly E. Hartley


Author : Justin A Schwartz <17176>
Category: Live and Let Die <20>
Subject : darkangel
Written : 03/01/96.03:57pm

the dream


as i close my eyes i dream of you
and the love we once had shared
now we are left to roam these barren fields
ever unaware
i call your name to return to me
but the cry you cannot hear
and i am left ever alone
living in this fear
and when i find myself in your arms
the truth i cannot say
i try so hard to open up to you
but the words get in the way
your voice remains a mystery
in a beauty that overwhelms my eyes
oh what a fool have i become
leaving me ever so blind
in the end we say goodbye
parting along our ways
and as you leave i softly whisper aloud
i love u just the same


Author : Justin A Schwartz <17176>
Category: Live and Let Die <20>
Subject : morbid salvation
Written : 03/01/96.04:06pm

dark angel

o fair ye icarus
wrapping thy light ample wings around my trembling body
to tightly bind mine arms at my side
as i am hypnotized to gaze into thine hollow eyes of wickedness
apitimizing the diversity of my innocence
for i am but a nimble dancer
paraueting at each melodic word you speak
while you draw me closer
until i can feel the cast of your heavy breaths upon my exposed flesh
forcing each hair to stand on end at attention
oh come ye dark angel
why must thy keep me in suspence
expose thine knarled fangs of vagrancy
and sink deep
into this vain i give so freely
to stop the heart of an already dead man
that lives to tell it now


Author : Jareth the Goblin King <17547>
Subject : blah
Written : 03/03/96.03:54pm

So much of nature seems to have a call...
yet to hear it makes me fall...

So much of life seems to have a reason...
Yet common sense is seldom in season...

So much of how one feels is deeply felt...
or is it just that stiff thing under me kilt...

Life is strange...
mostly deranged...
and I sight astranged...
trapped in my cage...

x Jareth

Author : Eponeen
Subject :
Written : 03/03/96.04:42pm

okay, well here are the lyrics to the my theme song


she just witnessed her man and his woman talk about running off together,
so she isnt' a happy camper..note the sad tone in the lyrics


----------------------
On My Own

And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home , without a friend
Without a face to say hello to

And now the night is near, now I can make believe he's here

Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping.
I think of him, and then I'm happy
Wit the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head

On my own
Pretending he's beside me

All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him
I fell his arms around me
And when I lose my way, I close my eyes
And he has found me

In the rain the pavement shies like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
Ind thedarkness the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him andme forever and forever

And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myslef and to not to him
And Althought I know that he is blind
Still I say there's a way for us

I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river
Without hhim, the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere the streets
Are full of strangers

I love him
But evryday I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness that i have never know
I love him, I love him
I love him, but only on my own



---------------

okay, those are the lyrics...it's beter to hear her sing 'em ...she has
such emtoion in her voice


btw, sorry for the typos, i tried to type fast so i woldtn' be kicked off
by my phone


Author : Taz <81250>
Category: Crazy places your hormones take you <12>
Written : 03/01/96.01:32am

Yet another thought provoking entry:

The days last hours, the nights take years.
You looked so good, only took five beers.
I used you up, and threw you away.
You used to call me everyday.
Now you hate me, but I feel so strange.
I think I love you, how deranged.
You lept off the cliff to your demise.
If only I was emotionally wise,
I could have helped you and really cared.
Now your dead, and I never dared...
To express my love.

-Taz

P.S. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with my life. Think about how F*cked
I am now.

Author : Taz <81250>
Category: Smoke filled bar <34>
Written : 03/01/96.10:26am

I'm distressed. I need some relief. I need to go to a magic place.
It's not on this planet, or even in outer space.
It's all in my mind, and that invulnerable field.
It's my imagination, how carefully do I yield.
Too use it too much is to be fickle, and unwise.
Too use it too little is to be Spock in disguise.
I love to stay for hours at a time.
Inside the recesses of my mind.
-Taz

P.S. More stuff people can pick apart and argue about for generations of
forumers to come. Smile.

Author : RAVENSTYX <17176>
Category: Live and Let Die <20>
Subject : end of the rainbow
Written : 03/05/96.02:38pm

the end of the rainbow


within this place i rest my head
an watch as life passes by
forsaken thoughts are withdrawn
from inside my thoughts
as i gaze into the sky
the far winds blow throughout the lands
to heave comfort to my heart
no more shall i grieve
for what was before
from those ways i have come to part
filed away are the lost memories
losing meaning with each passing day
now i have found
it is time to move on
to learn a lesson from the old fangled ways
reflecting now and again
upon the moments of the past
i remind myself how it once had been
but now i refuse to lose faith
on this voyage i take
so i shall not live in vain
long are these roads
heaving their wear
but to that i must pay no mind
for one day i shall reach
the end of the rainbow
and the treasure of love
i will once again find!


Author : LadyBlue <115410>
Category: Love <43>
Subject : Morning sex rules
Written : 03/02/96.02:38pm

Broken Routine

Rising in the morning
Your hair mussed from a night of passion and sleep
You move around the room
Quietly in routine
Preparing for the day
I recall the night
Your scent lingers on the sheets
I can imagine your touch on my skin
As you leave the room
You catch my eye
Watching you
You smile at me
I watch your leg slip into the rain of water
Suddenly
A wave crashes through me
I need you
I silently move into the bathroom
As I slip into the shower
The look on your face
Is all I need


LadyBlue


Author : Mulder <25861>
Category: a category for literate weasel torturers <2>
Subject : I have a very lonely soul
Written : 03/03/96.10:33pm

'fdsfdsf



My mother wove a hair shirt
The day my lungs drew air
With such love and care she crafted
A most uncomfortable reminder that
I am the thorn in paw
The stone in eye
The slow poison
If creativity is a birth
And the mind it's place of conception
Then I was the product of an empty womb
And a cold heart
The living stillborn of unfamiliar heritage
I will wear this shirt
I will wear this shirt till skin bleeds
Like wallpaper bleeding yellow streaks
Of visible humidity
In lonely roadside motel
My mother made two things in life
This shirt and me
And she can be proud that
at least one of her efforts
Lived up
to it's fullest potential


Author : RAVEN
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : A soldier leaves the field.
Written : 03/05/96.07:58pm

the heart beat swiftly
deftly marks its pace...
high pitch cries of metal
tearing like old silk...

aging gods are moving quickly
tense and edged in pain...
breathing ragged in the thrall
slips from patterned haste...
:
These the sounds I heard
upon a warriors field...
As my shaken legs carry me
across the firestorm front...

And i think..

through my vision , smoky blurred

of a woman that i love..

I see the rifles barrel on me

of the life we have together..

now...no....more
:
The heart beat rests its tempo
on a crimson, final drum...
Eyes close against the gun metal
and find a sheet of black satin.




ok its morbid..but i write whatever comes to mind....it may be choppy..i
wrote it in 15 minutes...

raven.

Author : Taz <81250>
Category: Thermonuclear Conflagration <68>
Subject : awklj fhksahfgjksg
Written : 03/06/96.09:41pm

Aquadad: I believe that we have seen that many, many, many times.

Dad is quiet, dad is loud
Dad is very strong and proud.
42 is kinda old.
Not like dirt, or cheese mold.
Kinda old like antiques are.
Hope he ends up buying me a car.
This forum rocks, and so does dad.
Dads are cool, they have been a fad.

-Tazinator

Author : JuNkIe <112251>
Category: bite me <23>
Subject : just a kid
Written : 03/06/96.01:32pm

For mothers that have children at the biting stage I thought this was very
cute
BITING
Mu teeth are here... HIP! HIP! hooray!!!
I wonder who I can bite today
I've got to try them out, you see,
I must find out if they'll work for me!!

Mt teacher say, Now you must NOT bite,
It hurt your friends and fills them with frieght!
So I'm trying to keep my teeth to myself,
and be nice to my friends like a good little elf.

But please be patient as I go though this phase,
it is necesary to my developmet in varing ways.
And I will continue to do my best,
to use my words, when my emotions they test...

Author : Taz <81250>
Category: Dennis Lombardo <56>
Subject : aslkdjf hjkasgh sfng
Written : 03/06/96.09:25pm

Okay, today's lesson is on educational skills, and how I have not a one.
I had 2 weeks to prepare a program for my PASCAL class, and I did it with
some family help about 10 min before class. Not that I put it off on
purpose, I forgot about it. Amazingly I see that this is a problem to many
people. So, I thought of a poem.......

Education is the best, we study hard, then we test.
I hate the attitude of some of the staff.
But I sit and try my very very best.
Once in a while I want to kick their ass.
I try to struggle through the course.
To find the answer, or the choice.
That leads me in the direction of the source.
Of the true and only way that I can voice,
My knowledge.

-Taz on drugs.

Author : Taz <81250>
Category: Aqualung <76>
Subject : askljdgfh kjashgjksfh
Written : 03/07/96.10:09am

I just acknowledged to a fellow forumer of the term(s) used when
describing someone who is naturally drugged out,"His/Her chromosomes are
tiedyed." I picked this up from deadcat, and would like to thank the
Academy Awards for this great honor. *bow* *bow* Thank you, have a nice
day. Oh yeah, poem for all who care to read my enlightening verse:

Why is life as good as can be?
Maybe I'm just happy to be me.
Maybe I need some hopeful goal,
Or maybe I need to fill that hole.
It lies in the pit of my mind.
Waiting to be filled by daily grind.
Look happy, be sad, be true as you can.
Be very happy and free as a man.

-Taz on Life. Just do it.

Author : MEAT <64622>
Category: That made sense? <5>
Subject : we are family
Written : 03/07/96.09:16pm

In 17 hours i'll be on a plane
with five other people who are insane
we all are poor
but we are going to score

vacation will be fun
sitting in the sun
there is a beach
with women in reach

why are we going you ask
we just want to drink beer in a flask
you will see us in 5 days
in a drunk, crazy stage

Meat's outlook on his spring break

--------------------------- Original Message ---------------------------
> >NATURAL HIGHS
> >
> >
> >Falling in love. Having your 2:00 class cancelled on a beautiful day.
> Laughing so hard your face hurts. Watching a child do something for the
> first time after you taught them. A great idea. A scholarship. A hot
> shower. No line at the book return. A hug. A special glance. Acting in
> the theater. Tailgating on a warm Saturday. Clean sheets. Getting mail.
> >Walking your dog. Love. Listening to your walkman. Falling asleep in the
> sun on a cool day. Taking a drive on a pretty road. Hugging a big teddy
> bear. Playing miniature golf. Getting a strike in bowling. Catching your
> soap on a Friday. Working on a successful project with a good friend. Going
> out to dinner. Getting an "A" on a paper. Going out on a Saturday
> >night, coming home sober and having had a great time. Going dancing. Not
> getting carded. Listening to loud music. Lying in bed listening to the
> rain outside. Walking out of your last final. Finding the sweater you want
> is on sale for half price. A chocolate milkshake. Oreo ice cream. Finding
> out there is no final in a hard class. Getting accepted to a program abroad.
> A long distance phone call. Birthday cakes. Going to the movies. Your
> favorite lunch. Getting invited to a dance. Being a senior. Clean
> laundry. Not having an 8:00 class. A bubble bath. Giggling. Holding
> someone you love in front of a fireplace. Being in love. Whitewater
> rafting. A ski trip. Seeing someone you love do something outstanding.
> Making the winning score. Rollercoasters. Spring Break. A Saturday
> shopping trip with a good friend.Being told you did an excellent job by your
> peers. Going home for Thanksgiving break. Chocolate chip cookies. A care
> package. Getting a great xxxx job Seeing the Grand Canyon. Sliding
down a waterslide. Taking a
> walk singing Christmas carols. Sledding during a fresh snowfall. Hearing a
> song that reminds you of someone you love. Running your best time.
> Watching a beautiful sunset. Hugging your mom or dad. Being yourself.
> Holding a kitten. When your boss says "Perfect". When your dog jumps around
> because he is happy to see you. When a friend says "You're someone
> special." A clear day at the beach. Pay day. An unexpected present.
> Knowing someone really understands. A suprise visit from a friend. Seeing
> a shooting star. Fresh flowers. A special smile. Finding quarters for
> your laundry. Solving a problem. Eating. Laughing at yourself. Watching a
> candle burn.Saying "I love you". Slam Dunk 360 degrees. Being the SEC
> champs. Midnight phone calls that last for hours. Driving in the rain.
> >Walking in downtown Buenos Aires in the Spring. Walking barefoot in the
> sand. snowboarding/skiing on a beautiful day. Scoring a goal in a
> game.Dancing with a beautiful woman. Singing cheesy songs with your friends.
> Marshmallows over campfires. Crying in the rain. Camping in the
> mountains.Resting after hiking all day. Hugging your daddy. Watching the
> sunrise over the river after dancing all night. Taking off high
> heels.Walking barefoot on wet grass. Running through the sprinklers.
> Building a fire on the beach with your friends. Screaming at a fan-filled
> game of "futbol" ( the real football). laughing for absolutely no reason
> at all. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful. Getting all hot
> >and sweaty and then diving into a cold mountain lake. Taking off your ski
> boots after a days skiing. Knitting. Blowing bubbles. Knowing that some
> very special people think that you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxg
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, opening the door
like a gentleman, reading the paper with good news, collecting lint
> >are special too. Catching a snowflake on your tongue. Screaming in the
> middle of a field at the top of your lungs. Receiving a standing ovation.
> Sunshine on your shoulders.Driving with the top down. A whole box of your
> favorite cereal. Finally figuring out the words to a good song. machine
> hot chocolate and a big bowl of whipped cream on the side. warm fuzzys.
> Knowing that you have great friends. Having a great girlfriend. Swing
> Dancing. pure, untouched powder. Singing. Sleeping. Eating M&M's by color
> group. Turning your alarm off and going back to sleep. Discovering a
> rainbow. A cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer day. Seeing an old
> friend and talking again "just like old times." Finding "that special
> someone." A fuzzy pony. Having kids. Changing lanes without hitting the
> bumps. Coaching kids' sports. Laughing. Talking with friends about
> absolutely nothing. Fishing on a peaceful day. A friend who laughs at all
> of your jokes. Being outright goofy. Watching an old movie with your mom
> and dad. Reading your favorite book under a tree. Snuggling with someone
> who makes you happy. The smell of salt air right after it rains. Looking
> across a room,
> >catching someone's eye, and just holding the stare. Listening to your
> favorite song when you are getting ready to go out. wearing jeans and a
> t-shirt into a really fancy hotel. Getting your eskimo roll for the first
> time in a kayak. skiing untracked powder and not beiing able to see five
> feet in front of you, the sounds of your friends below you as your only
> guide. The feeling you have at the moment you realize that you have made
> friend for life. Swivel chairs.That sweat on your forehead during a bath. A
> smile from a stranger.saying hello to random
> >people on the street and having them say hi back. laying under the covers
> on a cold day and listenng to the rain outside. Those sweet moments when
> time stops just before he leans forward to kiss you. Bungy jumping.
> Receiving this forward from someone you care about. Finding out that the
> person you care most about wants to be more than friends.When your friend
> knows exactly what your thinking and you haven't said a word. Driving up
> the coast with the windows down on a beautiful day, while singing to your
> favorite songs with your favorite friends. Watching the snow fall when
> you haven't seen it in a long time. Girl Scout Camp. Going home to
> friends who love you. Seeing stars fall out of the sky with your love's
> arms around your waist. Sneeking kisses in between classes. Being able
>to help somebody understand something they've never been able to before.
> Watching old baby movies with your family and laughing your heads off.
> The blush you get when you catch someone you always sneaked love filled
> looks at, sneaking looks at you. Getting mail from someone you thought
>forgot you.Your first kiss after a stupid fight.

Author : Donosaur
Subject : So you think you're a poet..
Written : 03/08/96.12:17pm

Hmm... *sip*

This year's entry deadline for the Julia A Moore Poetry Contest is 4/19/96.

The contest, held annually to celebrate Julia, who may just possibly be the
worst poet Michigan ever produced, solicits "Moorish" (and other bad)
poetry.
(Moore was heavily into things like terrible tragedy, death of
pets/relatives, etc.--sappy and maudlin, and often unintentionally funny.)

Poems must be printed or typed on 8 1/2 x 11 paper, be 8-50 lines in
length, and contain *no* profanity. Send entries to:
Julia A Moore Poetry Contest
c/o Flint Public Library
1026 E Kearsley St
Flint, MI 48502 more info: (810)232-7111 x205

1993 - My "Washing My Ashtray on a Snowy Evening" took an Honorable Mention
1994 - My "The Ptragic Death of Ptolemy Ptarmigan" took an Honorable Mention
1995 - My "Transient Bliss" was rightly ignored by the judges

1996: "My E-Mail Baby"

She's pretty as a pixel, a goddess in GIF,
If this ain't true love, boy, I don't know what is.
When she gives me a *hug* or a virtual kiss,
I often LOL -- it's internet bliss.

Don't need me no snail mail, I got me a female,
She's an Infobahn baby, my e-mailin' gal.

She visits my mailbox, she drops me a line,
And boy, let me tell you, it feels pretty fine.
Yet our cyberspace passion is hard to define...
(I ain't seen her cybers, and she ain't seen mine.)

Don't need me no snail mail, I got me a female,
She's an Infobahn baby, my e-mailin' gal.

But wait just a minute! Suppose it's a *guy,*
As nerdy, and geeky, and gawky as I,
Just leadin' me on with a laugh and a lie!
Nah, it can't be, it can't be -- computers don't lie!

Don't need me no snail mail, I got me a female,
She's an Infobahn baby, my e-mailin' gal...I think.


stwd@nmu.edu In nature there are neither --not extinct!--
The Donosaur rewards nor punishments; there (but borderline)
are only consequences."
--Robert Ingersoll

Author : John Manning
Subject : BEING GIDGET
Written : 03/07/96.02:24pm

As a child of the Sixties
She longed to be Gidget
Yet she only wound up
Married to a Barnum and Bailey midget

Still she held her head High
And ignorned jeers and Scorn
Even when the little Dwarf
Was arrested for Kiddie porn

Some called her Crazy
Others deemed her Daft
And she just couldn't help Feeling
She'd been given the Shaft

She now sits in a Window
Looking out into Dark
Her Dreams have now vanished
She's idling in Park.

Such sad, sorry Life
She had envisioned much More
Her only means of support
Is now being a Whore.

She sells it for Cheap
While the little bastard does Time
She chains Smokes her cigarettes
Is that such a Crime?

They treat her like Trash
With the midget in the Pokey
There's new meaning to the phrase
On Top of Old Smokey.

Johnnie

Author : "Kerry L. Ranney"
Subject : Some more poetry..... "Sorry"
Written : 03/07/96.03:15pm

What did I do??
What is wrong with me??
Am I so terrible,
As to deserve their hatred??

I try not to hurt...
I try not to fight...
But where does it get me??
No where's...

I piss people off...
Left and right...
Just by being alive...
Just by being a human...

All I need to do...
Is breath...
And I get stared at...
And ridiculed...

All I do is look up...
And I am told...
"Stop! Don't look there!"
So I stopped looking...

I try to talk...
To say hello..
And I'm called a whore..
If I speak to a man...
And a bitch...
If I speak to a woman..

No-one knows me..
I like it that way..
I don't speak anymore...
I refuse to look up...
I breath quietly..

I am no longer loud...
I am quiet in all things...
I am quiet in all ways..
No-one notices me..

No-one knows me...
I learned to hide..
I learned to count steps...
As if I were blind...

I learned not to look at anything...
Or anybody...
I learned to listen...
So I will miss nothing...
No-one knows me..
No-one knows me...
I learned to like all things...
So everyone would like me...
I learned to read people...
So no-one would corner or out-manuever me...

No-one knows me..
I need a new place to hide...
I don't like people mad at me...
Now my friends are...
And my defense is up..
It's time to hide again..

No-one knows me...
I'm running alone again..
Too scared to talk...
Too scared to look..
Too scared to be alone..

No-one knows me...
I lied...
I wish someone knew me...
For I don't know me..
Please help me..
Save me...

I'm scared..
Alone..
Wishing to never breath...
So no-one will hurt me...
Or hate me...

Always and Forever,
Cleopatra

sincerely,
Kerry

Author : Mary Suzanne
Subject : Another Poem
Written : 03/08/96.09:20am

Death in August

The pain surreal results from a base
Of drugs meant to heal, not to embrace
Death's seductions, which he would have fought
Determined to win, now he too was caught
By Her hold on his brain and white T cells
Sitting in his mansion, he observed Her skills

Looking from his window, he surveyed the grounds
He saw Death in black as She made Her rounds
Down by the pools, surrounded by his trees
Whose fruit he had planned to pick with ease
But She had made a crueler date,
One for which he could not be late.

He studied the family that he had outgrown,
And clung to a love more recently known
Staying beside him with her servant's touch,
Her kindness he held close when fear took much
He told Anne he loved her and she knew it was true
She alone guarded his door but Death came through

And all his gifts were then let loose,
Unhappy inheritance! to a strange misuse,
He could not prevent it and neither would she,
It was best this way to let it be
And not let bitterness take its toll
As well as avarice in his family's soul.


Mary Sue

Author : deadcat <66770>
Category: The James is dead long live the James <27>
Subject : _____
Written : 03/09/96.08:54pm

I was in a very dark place a few days ago.
I've been in much worse places,
But this place was pretty bad.
I was filled with fear and uncertainty,
Lust and dark desires.
I felt trapped and alone.
I was filled with numbness and ignorance.
And I wandered.
I searched for knowledge.
And I wandered.
I searched for truth.
And I wandered.
I searched for myself.

During my journey I found a door.
I was at this beautiful door, undecided.
I've seen much better doors,
But this door was very beatiful.
It promised beauty on the other side,
Rainbows and happiness.
I felt helplessly drawn.
I was filled with an incredible attraction.
And I went through.
And I searched for truth.
And I went through.
And I searched for knowledge.
And I went through.
And I searched for myself.


I'm in a very dark place right now,
I've been in much worse places,
But this place is pretty bad.
I am filled with fear and uncertainty,
Lust and dark desires.
I feel trapped and alone.
I am filled with numbness and ignorance.
And I wander.
I search for knowledge.
And I wander.
I search for truth.
And I wander.
I search for myself.


Author : Mickey Mouse <129405>
Category: I may be an angel but I'm no saint <19>
Subject : yah really
Written : 03/10/96.01:19am

Torn Apart


Slowly ripping away,
Torn apart at the sams.
Gradually the two seperate.
What was once a whole,
is now only related.

Slow is the mending process.
One stitch at a time,
piece by piece,
the two come together.
Once in unison,
they work together.

As with all things
that have been broken.
Care must be taken
or tthey will be torn apart,
once more.
It is not so easy to mend,
a second time.





Dedicated to my crazy mom... maybe some day she will come to grip with
reality.


By: April Valliere
Date: February 29, 1996

Author : PATA and The Dead Bears <114577>
Category: Sorry I have no banana's <30>
Subject : asdflk
Written : 03/11/96.08:47am




TEEN YEARS

It's not enough to have a dream
unless I'm willing to pursue it
It's not enough to know what's right
unless I'm strong enough to do it
It's not enough to join the crowd
to be acknowledged and accepted
I must be true to my ideals
even if I'm left out and rejected
It's not enough to learn the truth
unless I also learn to live it
It's not enough to reach for love
unless I care enough to give it.


- Elle F. Einoe

Author : deadcat <66770>
Category: The James is dead long live the James <27>
Subject : _____
Written : 03/10/96.09:41am

The trash will be taken out if there is no calamity in the new age of
world order to prevent the starts from exploding in my residence. Can you
see the day and hear the grass and lets smoke a little cause it can't hurt
and I have no idea what he just did but now we're having fun and i'm a
little scared cause you don't fuck with the establishment man. Please
come back around cause it was a mistake and I didn't really mean it and
it's a bad state of affairs when the bricklayers make bombs and the little
girls carry guns. The nukes in my basement need the 5 digit armament code
66702. That pipe is crawling away. Grab it.
Grab it! I spilled my wine on my new shirt but you can't tell cause it's
tie-dye crimson anyhow. Life is good when the ants have a sugar mine like
i used to have and the hamburgers are LESS than the proverbial $0.99.
Well at least my fingerprints aren't on file cause im scared cause you
don't fuck with the establishment man. How do you feel feel feel feel?
When does the sun fly above the roof tops in my hand like a ball and the
monitor just burned out and my heat shield is about to go. It wasn't the
monitor it was my eyes. news: alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.teen.female.
If you get a message from president@whitehouse.gov, don't read it. It's
probably that new good time virus it was a hoax yeah right tell me
another. When I said the universe is god i didn't mean the universe is
god. I meant the universe is god. No man can stay his hand when there is
a girl and he has to make his stand or else lose his land and be branded
and the wood has been sanded but I ate all the splinters whole anyway.
Netsplit. Psychotic break. Intermission.

Author : deadcat <66770>
Category: The James is dead long live the James <27>
Subject : _____
Written : 03/10/96.09:54am

Well thanx for waiting even if you didnt because I have wonders that will
astound. Stressed out? Try oral sex. Blowjobs go for $20 and thats lots
of booze, a cd or a big bag of turnip greens. A BIG bag. What the fuck
are collard greens anyway? I can see the entire IRC written in my frontal
lobes. This rock has all the information of the universe. Put the sword
away, youre scaring me. fuck fuck fuck im dead. That gun glowed orange.
He cocked it, put it to my head, and pulled the trigger. Orange. How
pretty. I zoomed out. It's like I din't go very far, but my entire
reference system changed a little and for 5 minute-infinities I saw all
objectively. It either doesn't matter or it does. Who will come? The
ATF/ The FBI? The CIA? I hope they don't find my nuke because they
might not like it. I'll rig a tripwire. My shotgun kicked up and split
my forhead. You gotta keep it tight against your shoulder you know. If
you ever catch an animal or person casting spells on you, blow them away.
Where is the the reincarnated pack animal when you need him? He finished and
now its my turn but she looks so sore. Maybe if I bothered to take the gag
off she would have told me that anyway. She'll get over it or she won't.
Well. I'm at a loss for words cause shes like a blow up doll and I've
never met one before. Not one that ate and breathed but who gives a shit.
Well I'm blasted out of the water now. Fuck I'm dead dead dead. If you
screw your brothers wife, is it incest? I think God just struck me down.
I think god just struck me down. No really man. He did.
Let me tell you something. If I'd know that she was gonna treat you the
way she did, I'd have killed her. Really. You want me to kill her? I'll
kill her. Oh well, I don't use that anyway. My career is over ad I don't
even use it. Thanx guys.

Author : amanda <114146>
Category: Yippy Ki Ya Ki Yo <11>
Subject : lil old poetry
Written : 03/11/96.02:33pm

although you can surely see my face
i wish i could be turned inside out for you.
so that you could see,
so that you couls see my happy heart.
i don't knowhow much my face can show
i don't know, but i wish i were inside out for you.

for you to feel and see the red blood flow
that does indeed flow for you.
for you.
for you to press up against, and be so close.
not close enough although,
unless i am turned inside out for you.

pressed all close, on my inside out self,
to feel my heart beat with love for you.
i can feel it, i think i'm the only one
because i am of course inside my very own self.
if i only were inside out for you.

so i spread my skin thin hoping that soon-
you will be able to feel through me.
to feel everything that i try to show,
but would only be really true,
if i were inside out, for you.


Author : Silent Lucidity
Category: Ssssssscccccccrrrrreeeeeaaaaaammmm <1>
Subject : But Words
Written : 03/12/96.02:33pm

Speak softly now little child
for soon your daddy comes home
and be sure to tip toe
for your fear is the resepct that he seeks.

Never been hit by anything but words
but words are sword of the tongue
not a bruise nor a scratch on the outside of me
but inside I'm bleeding so horribly

I never sought to hurt you
only to amke you smile
but the truth you've rejected
right along with me
but who else would tell you
for you rule with an iron tongue
over everyone but me.
I don't fear you anymore, I don't need you anymore
I don't want you anymore.


Author : Jacye
Category: Why me??? <3>
Subject : ****
Written : 03/13/96.08:14am


sorry at times if i seem distraught
yet my heart is tied up in a knot
dying slowly of a love i hold to
memories of this love when they were new
always remembering the times of our past
holding to the love we said would last
missing his arms holding me tight
now holding back tears with all my might
wishing i knew what to say or to do
not like before when our love just grew
no words are there which i can speak
no kisses gently across my lips and my cheek
slowly dying inside as the pain leaks in
hoping and praying that this love will win.


jacye
3/13/96


Author : DREAMER <12918>
Category: ....And they died shortly after." <22>
Subject : Hmmmm2
Written : 03/13/96.07:35pm




Feelings falling Down.
Having no bound, no grip.
Her so called love rips my soul.
Flips my heart with each pitter patter.
Tatter, rattered bones.

Flattering my unawakened night with a heatful lust.
Like a fresh gust of wind in the morning dew.
Unlike rust on a car, or an engine that spews.
She thinks I have no clue.
She thinks she plays me for a fool.

Oh how cruel is her trickery.
Flickery as a light bulb.
She thinks she's right.
She thinks she uses me tonight.

Oh how she winks in that manner of game.
She thinks she's no ordinary dame.
She thinks no soul will be mamed.
She lit the flame in the torch.
She blames, not herself.

She thinks she has tamed the beast.
She thinks she has the right to claim that fame.
She thinks she'll just close her eyes tonight.
Gee I think I win this game. Goodnight.



"She thinks too much"
March 13, 1996
Dale E. Brashear


Author : Poet Loureate <25861>
Category: General <1>
Subject : Je'suet morte, I know it's not spelled right, frogs
Written : 03/18/96.12:37pm


'fdsfdsf



My mother wove a hair shirt
The day my lungs drew air
With such love and care she crafted
A most uncomfortable reminder that
I am the thorn in paw
The stone in eye
The slow poison
If creativity is a birth
And the mind it's place of conception
Then I was the product of an empty womb
And a cold heart
The living stillborn of unfamiliar heritage
I will wear this shirt
I will wear this shirt till skin bleeds
Like wallpaper bleeding yellow streaks
Of visible humidity
In lonely roadside motel
My mother made two things in life
This shirt and me
And she can be proud that
at least one of her efforts
Lived up
to it's fullest potential


Author : DREAMER <12918>
Category: General <1>
Subject : HMMMMMMMM
Written : 03/18/96.09:27pm



As my mind wades in this afternoon breeze.

I think back to those spades of hearts of yesteryear.

When man's own fear was but of love and glory.

How a woman's own lust, was of the trust her man shared.

Or bared in a rare moment in time.

Yet those spare splinters, fragments have disappeared.

Like the flare of life itself.

For no one cares of the old way.

of being, of believing, of having.

Just trying to fair the same way.

Yet no one dares to explore.

Bare souls lay empty, the heart becomes a mass grave.

Deprived, dilluted almost.

Just becoming a simple rift in time.

Not like most nursery rymes.

Love can't be mended.

It can seem as if it is bended.

But this one's mind disproves of the trend in which love goes.

It doesn't flow.

Does it exsist? I say no.



"Where did love go?"
March 18, 1996
Dale E. Brashear


Author : Shaw-t <65854>
Category: Who said I had a mind? <16>
Subject : something from 95
Written : 03/18/96.10:35pm

Follow Me
Take A Chance
I'll Show Your Heart
A Little Romance
We'll Climb A Mountain
On A Cool Dark Night
With The Bright Full Moon
To Be Our Guiding Light
At The Top
Close Your Eyes
I'll Lead You To
A Little Suprise
A Table For Two
With Candles Await
The Music You Hear
Was Provided By Fate
Take My Hand
Dance With Me
White Rose Petals
Strewn At Our Feet
Something So Special
Occurs At Rare Times
This Night Is Forever
Imprinted In Our Minds


Carrie Sharp
1995


Author : amanda <114146>
Category: Blues and Greens of Life <5>
Subject : stuff that people will want to flame...=)
Written : 03/19/96.02:26am



there's a bit of face in your mirror
there's a bit of squash in your pumpkin
there's a bit of salt in your bullion
there's a bit of sweet in your sugar
there's a bit of mouse in your mice
and there's a bit of whine would you like your cheese?

there's a bit of chicken in your soul
there's a bit of bawk in your throat
there's a bit of lump in your spine
there's a bit of green in your eye
there's a bit of run in your sprint
and there's a bit of love would you like your me?


Author : TwoBit, Full of Hate <125520>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : rabbit
Written : 03/19/96.07:04am

a rusty nail driven deep into my forehead
your silence driven deep into my heart
the blood runs down
the tears run down
i want to remove this nail
i want to remove your absence
i need to forget that metal
i need to forget your withdrawl
so the aching throbbing pain will leave my head
so the aching throbbing pain will leave my heart
but an untreated puncture will grow infected
but an untreated psychosis will only worsen
until i have died of gangrene
until i have died of loss


Author : PATA and The Dead Bears <114577>
Category: General <1>
Subject : asl;dfkj
Written : 03/19/96.12:48am

THE GIFT


In a dirty old coat
in a seat by himself
a wispy old man
sat holding his flowers
with careful flesh
covered digits

And accross the aisle
sat the girl
who's roaming eyes
came back and back again
impulsively
to the bouquet

The time came
The bus stopped
And as the man stepped off
he thrust the flowers
into the girl's lap

"I can see you like them
my wife would want you
to have them."
And he disapeared
throught the musky
gate of the small
cemetary.