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SUBMIT YOUR OWN POETRY (wouldn't you love it to appeare on the internet??) Well here is the place where you can read your poems (?) as well as the poems of the other beautiful people who submited some! All you need to do is send your poem (exactly how you want it) to me ([email protected]) and I'll be sure it get it on here! Oh yah, tell me if you want your name on here (and which one) and if you want your e mail address to appeare! Thanks! ------------------------------------------------------------ Captain Midnight by Jennifer Cohn ([email protected]) Tell me, Captain Midnight, How I got here - Telling stories with you on this big black bed and rain outside your window. You say you can't sleep, But I can't either - And I wore a green dress to see if you'd smile I brought two packs of smokes and a candy cane Even though I don't do that stuff. I will if you teach me how, though, Seeing how I've reached the age of prolonged suicide. Why won't you just sleep Instead of trying to make me laugh (It's working, by the way) And that story was so stupid, sweetie. Ooh, you're warm, which is nice in this weather. Maybe we should get drunk together And go around searching for Dolores on this hazy night, or maybe little Josephine. But you know, Captain Midnight, I could be Josephine if you asked me to I might even be Dolores If I tried But I can't be Paige so don't even ask. See, I was too scared to ask for a hug But you gave me two anyway And it was like burning, like fire, The heat almost killed me! I know you didn't feel it, though, cause you're too cool for that. I need to sleep, Captain Midnight, But I can't because of you. Blue eyes seem darker than this night and a warm touch is colder than ice - If you would only stop laughing, stop singing, I could sleep. | ||||||||||||||||
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Surface Dweller By Marcel ([email protected]) I'm tired of taking the easy way out. I'm tired of faking what life's all about. before you try to control me You must quit trying to take my soul from me. I want to be one with the world I long to be one with myself. The day isn't done until my life has come (and gone) Not once did i ask for your apathetic help Yet you lend your hand wrapped in pity Not wanting to touch the real me Wishing my skin were candy So you won't be forced to see the real me Not caring to find out what's behind the SURFACE Also from Marcel: the next two i n e v inot woRth it a b l e all that you have to hide just sweep it under the rug In all that you confide just lock them in a room without a view soundproof/ no where to hide/ out in the open and vulnerable to all-- not many things you can change destiny's a bitch who can't be bribed so hide hide yourself and all that seek to tell what's really inside to whom you confide just hide/ to what you trust just let it rust under the rug you'll be safe under a platinum umbrella/ that is, until lightning strikesIT'S INEVITABLE ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- i n dlet me be lonely v i d u a lall you needed me to do was be you because I am my own manI don't follow your rules what you hate I think is cool/ you turned ran/from me to be one of them you're him you're him you're him you're himyou're one of themalone conformity's not my bagI'M AN INDIVIDUAL ----------------------------------------------------------- A Reflection By Joyce E. Dean ([email protected]) Why am I so out of breath? Why my feet and hands so tired? The punishment is not enough to let me rest in quiet? The mode of darkness consumes my way Til many deaths move ore me The plans are many and more there'll be to take us swiftly onward Cry hard and loud but they never quite hear My love, he never doubts me Birds fly freely, branches sway Earth devoures her children one by precious one Oh, can't the one that loves me most Give me hopeless, dreaded day? A beginning would be for many Wonderful, lasting rest But for my tormented soul My peace died and flowers grew overhead | ||||||||||||||||
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In Love w/Love By Phillip Keeling ([email protected]) I'm in love w/Love So in love, I write Her name on my book. I say her name to All I meet, and have Her constantly in my heart. I'm in love w/Love And her fever burnsMy heart, my soul My gut, my brain. She meets me Wherever I go.I'm in love w/Love And she appears In the faces of Those that she chooses. Her beauty often changes And changes me. I'm in love w/Love And she knows I am. She teases me With all of her maidens & Patrons. I love Love becauseShe loves me too. ------------------------------------------------------------ Far from Hope By Phillip Keeling ([email protected]) Far from Hope Close to you. But far from holding you, Tasting you. I want to be you. I want to be with you. Forever. I call for you, But the wind carries My voice away And whispers my words Into your ears. So you go to love the wind. Horrible fate, it is That a man borne of Walking shoes should love one So rooted in the ground. I will miss you when I am gone. And you will forget eventually Who I was. And that I carried any identity at all. But when I must leave, Steal a kiss from me And lock it up in A box of Hope. And if you find yourself Needing me again, Just open that box, And remember... | ||||||||||||||||
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