Won't leave you and turn into a ghost
They will stick with you through it all
Even when you trip and you fall
You get embarrassed but she still sticks with you
Through it all when you're sick or feeling blue
She'll never leave you from beginning to the end
If she moves you will have letters to send
If you know what I mean this might ring a bell
Yeah I'm talking about you, my best friend, Mel
Author: Jonah H. Wolff
Age: 33
Posted: July 24, 1998
Figure Eights
We don't talk.
We just travel together.
Vows of silence.
She travels there.
I travel here.
We meet in wide arcs.
Like figure eights
Like infinity.
Author: Lisa Cousins
Age: 20
Lisa's Bio
Posted: July 27, 1998
Sex Road to Lithuania
Author's Notes: this too, was written while looking at a photo from a magazine.
the lady is shown from waist down, standing spread eagle
and dressed in white. she has positioned herself in front of
an antique sink. the colors of the picture give the
impression of lonliness and angst. and at the bottom it
is written that she is a member of the oldest profession.
her legs are spread
(she is waiting for abduction)
straps of white
and an anchor of AIDS
hold her from truth
an incestuous pregnancy
streamlines down her (spent) thighs
creating a column
that she mounts
for
pay - day
comes and now
she can buy her
token to
memory loss
lapse
she can inculate her
token to
time loss
lapse
and deep down
she prays
for lituania
Author: Lisa Cousins
Age: 20
Lisa's Bio
Posted: July 27, 1998
Audrey in my Garden
Author's Notes: this poem was written while studying a photograph by helmut, that was
published in a magazine. it is a photo of a man, facing
backwards, gazing head down, at a wall. he is drenched in
a plastic covering, and he is naked a shivering. his hands
are placed slightly backwards and at his sides, and his nails
are painted white. the poem explains what meaning i gathered
from the picture.
shame
kept warm in a plastic shield
and a zipper
wheezing
"let me out"
hell
is gathering dust
all around
but everyone thinks
audrey
is just
in my garden
but he is hiding
behind females
behind she - males
behind blackmail
his fingers are
tattooed white
(a symbol)
to remind him
that he likes
adam better than eve
Author: Lisa Cousins
Age: 20
Lisa's Bio
Posted: July 27, 1998
windows to michael angelo
you reek
of stained glass
windows
(to)
michael angelo
(is your hero)
and your death is
feigned
by your fingerprints
but your colours are
felicitous
and your sights
unseemly
Author: Vilena Anderson
Age: 20
Posted: August 3, 1998
Titanic
The gentle, flowing breeze of the ocean,
The smell of salt water,
The taste if the deep, blue ocean
The feel of the icy, cold water
To this day the sound of the boat,
Children, and adult cries will bring
Back memories of those who died
On this boat The Titanic!
Author: Jonah H. Wolff
Age: 33
Posted: August 4, 1998
Haiku #40, 41, 42 - 3 Beach Haikus
Haiku #40
Drummers watch the sea,
Memorize syncopation,
Mimmick crazed heartbeats.
Haiku #41
Blind naked woman
Holds another's arm...telling
Her what men are like.
Haiku #42
She smells the ocean.
Her friend helps her count the waves.
Pounding surf hides cries.
Author: Lisa Cousins
Age: 20
Lisa's Bio
Posted: August 6, 1998
Baptism to Fate
confessions of a trust fund flunky
tickled my sleeve
i danced with streetlights
and fed tulips
to the groundsman
i dabbled in the forebearance of
Lachesis
as he painted shadows
(on the concrete)
that simulated his mane
he gided me to
a staircase
obscured
by a film of
algid screams
all the while
he constructed
checker - board stories of
second - hand cinderellas and
hand - me - down rapunzels
while i codified
my dimensions
as they plummetted
down my neck line
he carried me to stair - top
(on transparent wings)
to a place where
i didn't have to
shave tulips at groundsmen
perform the green dance for lamp posts
or submit to the declarations of trust fund drop outs
a place where
amentia stagnates
and Nemisis and Clotho
dwell in liquified lunacy
he wanted to introduce me to his brothers
Author: Sarah
Posted: August 7, 1998
Feelings
Yearning heart,
Needs calm and care,
Searching forever,
In despair,
Mountains high,
Crowning peaks,
Finds not,
What it seeks,
Ocean blue,
Deeper depth,
Secrets hidden,
Protected kept,
Thunder storm,
Angry sea,
Crashing waves,
On the shore,
Angry sky,
Lightening bolts,
Crying tears,
Still provoke,
Certain want,
Certain need,
Love grows,
Who knows,
Fire fingers,
Reaching out,
Cherishes,
Perishes,
Like reckless passion,
When the end is near,
Burns the hottest,
Then disappears,
Frees the soul,
So knowledged a mind,
No more wars raged inside,
Tempestuous youth,
Wise with age,
More understanding,
Lesser rage,
Like the wind,
Feeling free,
Desert storm,
Insanity,
Desert vast,
Calmer, still,
Shifting sands,
Shift until,
Swept away,
To another place,
Shifting sands,
Begin again.
Author: Lisa Cousins
Age: 20
Lisa's Bio
Posted: August 11, 1998
She Reveals Pandora
Author's Notes: this is a gift to my soul mate and best friend. she does not even comprehend how
glorious a human she is. this is to let her know that for
the first time, and the only time, her eyes have failed her.
she is beauty in a cloak of shadows and scars.
she swam in a symphony of sex
gleaming with torrents of beauty
for a camera
to capture remnants
OF A COLLAPSED DREAM
she danced in the moon's lap
prancing around
his expelled breath
to immortalize a portrait
OF HER FANTASIES
she wears her sins
in a concave smile
and screams non - repentance
for a boy's eyes
TO MEMORIZE HER ILLUSIONS
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