Name: poetry
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Message Number: 1
Date: Fri Nov 27 10:37:45 1998 PST
From: Kara (#1363)
To: *poetry (#765)
Subject:
coffeehouse hymn
her eyes carress him
from across the crowded room
he's sitting, facing her
and he's smiling
she picks up her cup
glancing down at her book
sees the shock of dark hair
and he's laughing
so how did she end up
so simply ignored and
why did it matter
if he wasn't alone
she twirls her hair
idly watching him drink
his delicious black coffee
and he's nodding
she understands how it is
the girl is now sorry
he's listening intently
and he's shrugging
so how did she end up
not knowing this person
and why did he falter
when he seemed so assured
she folds up her book
and puts on her coat
she watches him watch her
and he's staring
she heads out the door
tucks her book in her coat
she doesn't look back
and he's sighing
26 November, 1998.
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Message Number: 2
Date: Fri Nov 27 11:23:51 1998 PST
From: Kara (#1363)
To: *poetry (#765)
Subject: blood and flight
blood and flight
a slice of moon hangs deep on the sky
plastered there like it had been dumped
upon the horizon like a glob of acrylic
above a sky so full and darkly unfettered
and she finds this acceptable
and his eyes are shining in the warmth
in the glow of a sodium light he parts
his lips to speak a single phrase which
she finds a medicine to numb her pain
a medicine she thinks she needs not
of birds in their autumn flight she knew
nothing save the knowing what is flight
freedom and chance, safety and care
she could always take her chances
take her chances that she would not break
but somehow, those parted lips emit a
laugh that breaks her pensive silence
and sends a bolt of nervous lightning
through her wandering, evasive mind
a mind that she wishes no one to find
her eyes regarded the red waning moon
carefully, watching it hang like a
sliver of a face at the gallows, burning
all in it's glorious, wrenching treachery
cloaked partially in black sooty silk
and she took her lip into her mouth
and bit down, tasting the saltiness,
hoping for some kind of solace that she
might only get from sweet words or lies
to which neither she was accustomed
and hearing what she never thought she
could see, seeing what she only knew
she would hear, she closed her eyes,
asking to not hear his voice in the void
asking not to hear such beautiful things
his eyes turned down to graze the
cracked pavement, and her heart tore
itself into a shred, like the stillness
of his hands upon her shoulders
heavy, yet weighing less than intentions
she waited for the pierced silence
waiting for that moon to crumble
hurrying to fly away into a cold night
taking her chances with misery and pain
leaving the earth with a slight whimper
but her wings are broken, she shall
not fly into the livid moon hanging
desperately, seeking her hollow sighs
and she returned, to the place she stood
she did not think he noticed she had gone
she fixed upon him a quiet, pale smile
and knew she should not scratch the
time of good, knowledge, brilliance
with her dreams of blood and flight
12 November, 1998.
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Message Number: 3
Date: Mon Apr 26 04:40:22 1999 PDT
From: Halbarad (#60)
To: *poetry (#765)
Subject: Cow.
There was once a cow called Moo.
Who did a really big poo.
It really stank.
In a tank.
What a great big smelly shit it was.
Halbarad (Bored)
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Message Number: 4
Date: Mon Apr 26 04:42:58 1999 PDT
From: Halbarad (#60)
To: *poetry (#765)
Subject: HEjulAGUDF
there was a bloke called Earp
Who did a great big burp.
It was really loud,
And he felt quite proud,
Because Earp did a burp that was really a vurp.
vurp == burp which starts off harmlessly but then turns into a vomiting fit.
Halbarad (very bored)
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Message Number: 5
Date: Wed Jan 3 10:41:14 2001 PST
From: < (#1808)
To: *poetry (#765)
Subject: Poetry......kinda
We sit here, hollow lives, hollow feelings
Nothing seems to be the same any more. Ever more
But then again what ever does?
Things change, sometimes direction, sometimes meaning
Though we never change our minds
We only ever change our hearts
Through lives, through hearts, through minds
It's all the same in the fucking end
Through stars, through dreams, through time
It's all the same in the fucking end
The end then end the end
Crawling through this hole dreaming of hell
An elevator descending
That's what my dream's all about
My soul will never be the same again
You touched me somehow too deeply
I can't help it but live my life in bane
Through lives, through hearts, through minds
It's all the same in the fucking end
Through stars, through dreams, through minds
It's all gonna fuck up in the end
The end then end the end
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