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By day she dreams,
the red comes running from afar
the red comes rushing all around
the red comes screaming out uncouth
Caution thrown aside,
at night she rests,
her eyes are never blind.
She knows the wind
and breathes the air,
of gods and spirits kind.
A bold girl,
she stands alone
and never shows her fear.
She's touched the stars,
she's walked the horizon.
She hears what we can't hear.
She's fallen in love
ten times over.
She's gone beyond pleasure and pain.
She knows the truth.
She's never shy.
She dances in the rain.
She's walked through fire
and balanced on the edge.
She knows just how to live.
She gets what she needs,
she needs what she gets,
and she knows that it's hers to give.
She's loved and lived
through rough and smooth.
She never let time slip by.
She knows what she knows
and what she knows is all she needs.
She has no reason to ask why.
She is beautiful
in body as well as in soul,
and her mind is as sharp as a blade.
She knows the sun rises,
she knows the sun sets,
and her will to live will never fade.
it splits the skin and leaves a scar
the feelings dry a rusted brown
atop my head, a satin crown
into my eyes alas, i drown
i must resist "sadistic grin"
it is not mine; i must give in
across my lips, into my mouth
i feel it, wet upon my face
it soothes my pain with sickly grace
-anonymous spud
Restricted area,
Barbed wire fence.
Shed guilt and conscience to feel you.
Violent sleep,
Warm, but still I shiver next to you.
I question the motives and morals,
but seek only my own joy.
Feeding ego,
but tearing soul.
-Another Anonymous Spud
unhappy
fragments of air the ones
caught
in limbo
between my mouth
and your mouth
as we pass
left
dangling
for a moment then
twirled
in a pirouette of movement
with my head
turning back to look
at your weary frame
Alesha Downs
Down
When I'm falling
Alesha Downs
Motionless yet moving at incredible speeds I sit
Alesha Downs
good omen bad omen fender bender
Alesha Downs
As I pace around
A kitten in a box
A blackend hole a pit
Like an eagle feather
Amber Weekley 9/23/97
Stone Burial
A life of being portrayed as low scum sucking filth
Sarah Chovan
Cold Hard Truth
Provoking thoughts running through my head,
I steady myself on a thrin metal pole,
The hot turns to cold and shatters the bowl,
No matter how you make yourself to show in front of me,
Sarah Chovan
lorna's poem called power girl
sing
Back to The Bunks
down
and I look at
the ground getting closer
down
and I see the silly people
running around
down
I have to think
that there's gotta be something
better out there
for the girl they call me
down
and when the ground
is really close
and it seems to be
the end
down
I see a face
of a person who didn't have a name
down
and I know
that I can climb back up
from the down
surrounded by life nature all at once realizing
its existance
Floating my mind disconnected from my body
dreaming of the imagination dreaming of
the end
Seeing the irony of the condition the irony
of Monday and Tuesday and twelve o'clock
and next year
Respect yet mocking in my eyes the birds
surrounding me do not notice that I see
their colors and their song
Inventing a plot for this story I search
for the words a storytellers apprentice
studies forever
Motionless yet moving at incredible speeds I
sit surrounded by life nature and decide
the fate of my world
lucky break super size it please/
study hard slack off you'll make the
grade cuz I believe/had a dream
last night look it up that's a good sign
you know/college prep this is my calling
I know it's what I'm meant to be/turn
here you'll never make it on time
you left too late/stop at this park
it's where we need to be on no
wrong image let's cruise the streets
instead/he's such a prep jock rebel cutie
he'll never get that scholarship/
you two were made for each other why
aren't you happy?/don't
pretend that's you cuz I know
you and you wouldn't say something
like that ever/makeshift destiny bought on credit:
85% cotton, 15% illusion, 5% chaos,
dry clean only.
Wishing you were near
Tear march down my face
A fleshy road of fear
My heart was there to take
Do with it what ou want
Make with it waht you make
A hold within a hole
You stomped on my grace
and trampled on my soul
I soar around above
to land in hells inferno
to far away from love
Has made the inner cords inside of me twist and break.
I once knew how to feel others but now
As I'm touched I tremble and quake.
I tried everything I could to be your most liked
Every time I peak I get yanked down and buried in dirt.
I run and hurtle to get your every most attention
But you throw stones at me, hide behind a wall,
And build up the bricks until they're infinity tall.
Most days your life is like picking up glass
From a window you shattered long ago.
As I try to bend down to help all there is are sharp pieces
That you left all alone.
Instead of me helping I end up cutting my skin
While you stand over me, let me bleed
And wipe my hands on my white sleeves.
If I cut myself it is purely an accident
But to you I have insulted and therefore be punished.
I am the last of a long line of people that hurt
Where every time a hot boulder is thrown it is passed back to the finish.
There is a big pile of boulders laying on my feet.
I can not move or walk for I have two in my hands and one in my mouth.
Maybe later as time goes on I will learn
To throw boulders in the ocean amd move on.
I'll learn to deal with myself when I'm gone.
Without you I will be without misery.
When I am healthy I will still have one tiny boulder
That will be stuck inside of a bottomless abyss.
When I have the strength I will come back with more,
More pain that you could ever endure.
What is this purpose that I have been taught to live?
Counting days and weeks gone by,
The burning torch still forbids me from the dead.
A growing fear of pain raises inside of me,
I have been told to defend my own eternal one.
I am lost in the deep pit of insanity,
The end will come soon and I'll be laughing,
Laughing at you insdie an unreflected mirror.
That stretches forever over a deep mass of burning lava.
The faces are familiar that are staring up at me,
They are twisted with horror and plastered with pain.
Smoke arises from their stingy mouths,
Once I have known to love them but now,
I have to avoid them.
They pull the trigger and infest their souls,
With hatred and unforgiving jealousy.
The fumes of smoke cover me in a thick mold,
I can not escape nor enfold,
So I lower into a huddle and make myself enclose.
as I lie there vulnerable and weak to the bone.
My eyes grow wide and clench with fear,
My skin turns clammy and color more sickening than pale.
As tidal waves and icebergs try to turn me around,
I still stand straight with my posture back and look,
At what is next to come for me,
With two feet demanding themselves to stay,
Positioned on this so called ground.
No longer are they fleeing themselves right at me,
Instead they keep back with amusement and awe.
Either with hurt or anger...rage or fear,
I'll never fall to you,
I'll always be there.
To me everything is now twisted and deranged,
To you it may all be a fantasy to set aside and dream.
Even though the damages is uncostly to mend,
I still seem to hold on until the end.
power girl
to me
arm yourself to
rip and roar
show the storm
incubate your
diamond tongue
behind you is a friend
before you a goddess
soar up
ugly woman.