Issue Seven March 1998
The Intro
I know, it's miraculous, we've kept on schedule. Hopefully we'll find some advertising soon so that we don't have to print this with money out of our own pockets. Submissions from people not directly involved with us have really dropped lately. We need material; send us your thoughts, and remember that we have a P.O. Box! We also still need people to help take this over when we're gone. Don't hesitate to get in contact with us. Enjoy the issue!
Damn Writing
Have you ever wondered what happens to those wonderful examples of your writing skills called writing across the curriculum? I have, and I know. The reason I know this is because I have been exploited as a slave laborer to file your damn writings. As a member of yearbook class I was dragged into the forbidden of all forbidden rooms. . . the teachers’ lounge. In there sits four filing cabinets, one for each grade. Each drawer contains a segment of the class population (A-G etc.). Each teacher is to alphabetize their class in turn to be thrown into a folder into one large UN-alphabetized mess. I alphabetize it, put it in the designated folder and there it sits: wasting away, the work to show your writing progress, in a cabinet, in the teacher’s lounge, ignored by everyone. So next time you are asked to do a writing assignment, think of the time and effort you will waste for a piece of paper to be ignored.
Whore-o-Scopes
ARIES (March 21-April 19):
Yes they are out to get you, now stop asking me.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20):
Watch out for large men carrying small animals.
GEMINI (May 21-June 20):
If you pull that stick out of your ass your posture might change.
CANCER (June 21-July 22):
Do those small loads by hand.
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22):
Hussein is a liar, he will not pay you for last friday.
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22):
Have you ever fucked a green disc?
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22):
Beware the one-eyed bandit.
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21):
I have seen your future, it is very good, But watch out for the 5 foot banana.
SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21):
How does that coke bottle feel?
CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19):
Don't be so rough, she just might deflate
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18):
It's still cold out so quit licking your nipples.
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20):
Double your pleasure, put in 9 volts instead.
Women Vs. Men
Sociology is an interesting topic. People do things, but why do they do them? What happens in their personal lives? Why are men different from women? We could always state the obvious, genetics. Guys have one thingie, girls have 3 or something. Or we could break it down and observe different qualities in women and men. I'm observing a group of four guys and one girl right now. The guys are making lots of hand motions, punching each-other, and making sound effects. The girl looks up occasionally and laughs lirtatiously, but then goes back to her homework. That's what this study hall is for. Soon a girl walks up and asks on of the boys how to do a problem. "Look in the back of the book, that's what I did," He replies as the girl rolls her eyes and walks away. This is rather interesting, but I don't care to analyze the situation for the sole reason that I am not a sociologist yet, and I might interpret wrong. This would cause me to look stupid, and I do not want that in any way. In actuality my reason for writing this is the way men degrade women, and when they do, they end up looking more ignorant. I guess it will be obvious that I, the author, is a girl. I can understand why a woman has not been president. One hasn't run in one of the three main parties. Say one does, my question is how many men would actually vote for here even if she was more qualified for the position then any man. If any I would assume very few. But then again, it probably is wrong to assume things. That's a female trait, isn't it? It's also wrong for a male to be pig-headed and not open his mind to the fact that a woman may be a smart choice to run the country. That's a male trait from my point of view, pig-headedness and stubbornness. Let's say there is a group of people debating whether or not a girl should be president, 1/2 girls, 1/2 boys. The girls state their reasons, but a couple boys shoot those reasons down, coming up with a list of other reasons consisting of crazy and old-fashioned ideas of where women place in the world. Those couple boys become loud and naturally most of the girls grow quieter. While the males may be verbally degrading women, the females approach the argument a different way and take to casting them evil glances. Of course, the males most likely don't notice the looks, and feel as though they are the winners. But the girls know that they are the actual winners because they notice how tupid and ignorant the men sound. All in all, this is not a man-bashing session, I am only pointing out the differences between the sexes. My personal belief = girl power! No, I'm NOT a spice girl "wannabe" (no pun intended). If you know me, and you very well might, I do not talk about guys all the time or wear short sleazy clothes, I just would like to preach REAL girl power. Try your hardest to achieve in life, don't hike up your skirt to get a raise. (The term "raise" may have a double meaning...) So, have a nice day Blah blah blah...
Love
Love. It’s a very mysterious thing. It means different things to different people. It can cause people feel angry, appreciated, uncomfortable, jealous and happy. I guess it just depends on the person. Love is also a very strong feeling. It is not achieved very easily. It’s not something that just exists, it needs to be developed. I know all I want in this life is for someone to love me like I love them. So it’s equal. I can honestly say I’ve been in love once, but it wasn’t what I really wanted because the person didn’t love me back. I guess that’s why I said it could make people angry, because it made me angry. Angry that someone I would do anything for wouldn’t do the same for me. But I guess it happens. Not everything in life is perfect. I don’t know why love has to be so complicated. I’ve asked just about everyone I know every kind of question on it. I want to know who said it first, did the person who didn’t say it feel it then too, how you know you’re in love, etc. I’ve found out no two people are likely to give the same answer. I know a lot of people that are in love. In a way I envy them. They’re in high school and have found someone they want to be with for the rest of their life. They no longer have to search for their soul mate. They can say, “I love you,” with no hesitation. They want to make the other person feel warm and cared about. Everyone tells me that I shouldn’t worry because one day I will find someone who will love me back as much as I love them. Don’t get me wrong, I date, I can get a girlfriend, but I have yet to find someone who does to me like I do to them. I think I’m also kinda scared to get hurt again. To date someone for a long time to find out it wasn’t worth it. But I’m trying. I guess I just have to find someone who believes in the same things I do. And for all you out there in love, be grateful, it’s not something easily achieved.
Plastic Wrap!
Annoyance of the month: Packaging. It’s crazy. Absolutely nuts. Who needs 34 yards of plastic to wrap a headset or even string cheese? String cheese is what really gets me. I have to be very careful when opening it, otherwise I end up only unwrapping the top. So of course stupid little me tries pulling the string cheese out when 5/6 of it is still in the package. Low and behold the top part of the string cheese just pops off and I’m left with a 5/6 piece of string cheese and another piece on the side. Now, everybody knows string cheese is no good if it’s not the whole piece. I end up throwing it away, and it’s all because of the packaging. I really hate it.
"Dress" Code?
The morning of February 19, 1998 was the beginning of a day set aside to prepare students for the real world. As a part of this event, we were asked to dress up. One member of our student body decided to take the term, “DRESS UP” literally, and he wore a dress. (DA DA DA DUMMMMMMMM) Personally, I was not offended by his actions, and neither was anybody I inquired to, he had worn this apparel before. None the less, this innocent boy was dragged into a room while his friend was told to retrieve his own gym clothes from his locker. The friend returned and the dress clad boy was then wearing (I’m only assuming smelly) gym clothes. Later that day, I opened my trusty old planner (which wasn’t actually mine, but a friends, I lost mine long ago and haven’t missed it since), and looked in the dress code section. I found nowhere that a guy wearing a dress was against the code. Soon I remembered the school codes which were read to us for hours on end in the beginning of the year. I dug out my trusty old sheet and found nothing saying men can’t wear dresses. Now it did say that clothing which is inappropriate was not allowed, but dresses are very appropriate. Girls wear them all the time. It didn’t state that people who wore members of the opposite sex’s clothing violated school rules. Even my own knowledge told me that if girls can wear jeans and males pajama pants, why can’t guys wear dresses or stockings. Sure, it’s a bit out of the norm, and may symbolize a homosexual preference (which isn’t true, may I add), but by all means, it is not a violation and the administration didn’t have a right to force the poor boy out of his clothes. Like it says on the Clark Cartage semi truck, “Be content with what you have, but never with what you are.
Academics
Often times, people associate everything that happens in the upper echelons of school authority with the local administration (i.e. The principal and her minions), as they are the ones most often responsible for the inhibition of student free thought and expression. But it just so happens that in this particular case, it is not only the local administrators, but the teachers as well that are being shut down by the school board, the council of witches and warlocks that your caring public has chosen to represent them in the governing of the school district. The story is simply this. Some time ago, the academic policies of the high school were brought under review. The teachers formed a committee to discuss the curriculum and to make recommended changes to the school board for consideration. The teachers decided on an internal weighting system, modeling academics after such schools as Greendale and Nicolet. This would make a B+ actually matter in your GPA, as opposed to it being equal to a B. Also, to provide more of a difference between AP/honors classes and regular classes, the honors grading scale was to be reduced to 90-100 instead of 93-100. The honors classes were to be evaluated one by one and revamped to make them more challenging and provide a higher quality of education. Upon the reception of the committee's recommendations, what do you suppose the school board do? NOTHING! They chose to completely ignore the teachers' recommendations and based the new academic model on South Milwaukee high schools. In addition, many honors classes are in danger of being deleted from the curriculum. The social studies department, for example, has already lost all of it's honors classes, and the other teachers have to be wondering if their department is the next one to be ravaged by these changes. One must ask why the school board is taking actions that are blatantly contradictory to the best avenue of education for all students. With the elimination of the honors classes, those students who wish to challenge themselves will join the AP classes. This will create problems of overcrowding and possibly people who are not qualified will end up taking away from the productivity of the class for others. Not to mention the monetary problems that this is going to create. Because of the increased enrollment in AP classes, the district will need to spend thousands of dollars on books and other materials. This is a waste of money that is completely unnessecary, considering that Greenfield teachers are among the lowest paid in the state. The teachers do a good job, and it is wrong for them to be so betrayed by their ignorant superiors in such a manner. I know that it is unusual for a student to be taking the side of the teachers during a dispute like this, but really, do you want to be represented by a group of people who prefer modeling academics after a school with a 55% college placement versus a school with a 90+% college placement rate? I'm glad that I won't be around to experience the confusion and chaos that this situation is going to create, but my sympathy goes out to the incoming freshmen and all who come after them, as they are going to have to deal with incompetence like this throughout their high school career. What do you think about this? If you're as angry as I am, make some noise and get noticed, and maybe WE can make a difference in the system for a change.
Bizarre News
Hello, and welcome to Bizarre News! As a matter of fact i have no life...
Police in Germany open fire on a runaway calf with a submachine gun when it tried to escape from ther slaughterhouse. A spokesman said it took, "several shots with special ammunition" to kill the baby cow... gee, they’re strict...
Born loser? Blame your parents. Researchers in Wales now say that your bad luck may be more than, well, bad luck. Prof. Peter McGuffin says you may be gentically unlucky people ...Mommy says I’m special...
And Salah Sid knows how you feel. Instead of playing his usual six numbers in Britain’s national lottery last week, Mr. Sid spent the money on a valentine card for his wife. The card cost about 4 dollars; the missed jackpot was 3.2 million...
So this guy must be the super race: a monk in Thailand is in big trouble with the local authorities and betting shops after successfully predicting the winning lottery numbers, 11 times in a row... so much for that vow of poverty...
223 inmates who escaped from a northern Honduras prison last week were recaptured today... maybe they should have split up...
Lost your virginity? Don’t worry: you can get it back. Dutch surgeons are preforming the operation on adolescent girls "who are no longer virgins but wish to appear so..." fortunately, the operation is easily reversed...
A man in Clifton, CO apparently got so caught up in his "Tomb Raider" computer game that he forgot he wasn’t supposed to use a real gun. Sheriff’s deputies confiscated Douglas Miller’s shotgun after he fired it at his computer screen... my highest score ever...
Richard Stone of Cheddar, England somehow managed to get himself trapped when his own van rolled over him and pinned him to the ground. Stone cried for help, but no one heard him, no one except Sonny, a macaw parrot who lives nearby. When Sonny began to mimic the man’s cries for help, two passers-by heard the parrot and freed Stone... Polly want a medal?
Doctors in California have a new treatment for wrinkles: injecting "Botox" directly into the facial skin. You may want to think twice though. "Botox" is short for botulism toxin, the deadliest nerve toxin known to man...
A Costa Mesa, California man allegedly robbed taxi driver James Hooper with a large caliber handgun, then tried to escape on foot. One foot to be exact. Police say Tim Lambert’s gun accidentally discharged, shooting his own foot. Officers followed the trail of bloody prints a short distance before arresting Lambert...
A doctor in Nairobi successfully removed a bean lodged in a young girl’s ear. According to the Daily Nation, when her parents told him the didn’t have enough to pay his bill, the doctor "grabbed the child and forced the bean back into her ear..."
Believe it or not, there are some people who just don’t like the Spice Girls. About 2 million of them. That’s how many hits the "Slap a Spice Girl" website reports so far. Now you, too, can slap a Spice Girl at http://www.urban75.com/Punch/spice.html. You’ll need a shockwave-enabled browser and a fairly low threshold for entertainment...
A Seattle hospital technician was arrested this week after he doused his boss with gasoline and tried to lite him on fire...
When Raymond Lutz of Great Falls, Montana was stopped for going 104 miles per hour in a 45 mph zone, he had a darn good reason. Lutz told Sheriff John Strandell that "he had just got done washing his truck and he was trying to dry it off..."
A German toolmaker has been arrested for extortion after threatening auto maker Daimler-Benz. The unnamed man had demanded a helicopter and millions of German Marks, or he would "kill drivers of Mercedes cars..." hey, most of them paid cash anyway...
In other German automotive news, BMW announced the first factory-standard armored passenger car. The car is outfitted with body armor, bullet-resistant glass, and tires that can go 50 mph after being shot out. Look for the 540i Protection model in showrooms soon... why don’t they just call it the Drug Dealer Special Edition?
My Funny Valentine: police officers in at least four states are in cyber-trouble after exchanging explicit e-mail messages with a 17 year-old Illinois girl. Eight deputies in North Carolina alone have been disciplined. The teen’s mother says the cops "took advantage of her daughter’s innocent adventures", but an attorney for one suspended officer sees it differently. "This young woman," said Troy Spencer, "has made contact with a very vulnerable element of our society, police officers..."
Sick of the weather? Don’t blame Al Nino. The Nipomo, California man is getting a little tired of strangers calling him up to complain...
Just ask your mother: researchers in Minnesota have linked poor dental hygiene to heart disease, strokes, emphysema, and premature births. Scientists warn that the bacteria in your mouth can travel through your body, putting you at risk for chronic diseases... doctors said the germs may also "cause your face to freeze that way..."
Pennsylvania state police have refused to return the "water bong" they seized from Timothy Martin during a traffic stop on Interstate 80. Martin told police the bong was "an heirloom," and that he wanted it back... it was grandpappy’s favorite...
A 78 year-old man shot and wounded five people in a Reno, Nevada casino, and was caught as he made his escape with his walker...
That’s Bizarre!, and remember. it’s all true...
Some choice comments this week that made our Hall of Fame:
"Brisk!"
"Pointless!"
"Tastefully stupid."
"Who needs CNN?"
"Does this look infected to you?"
"I am now afraid to leave my house."
"Can you tell me where to buy sperm on the internet?"
"Can I get this in jail?"
"More believable than the Enquirer."
"Do you know Karyn?"
"Who climbs into the dumpster to get these stories?"
"My name is Rico and I like to suck things."
"Be my intern!"
"I could sleep with the entire world, but what good would that do?"
"I have a feeling your name might be Bob."
"Love you love you love you. And you are...?"
The Night
The night falls and coats me like vaseline The stickyneess of Black drips from the heavens A fine ridgid and dark slide from the abyss secretive and great, I cower in awe its grace and beauty suggest a woman elegant hair as wondrous as coal eyes so deep i’m scared to look i’m startled by its touch so sincere and warm her breath speaks no words, just an atmosphere of comfort her heavenly grip lends me forth, trusting. I follow I no longer feel the ground, nor care to Her kiss gently causes fear with wonder I look into her eyes, and see nothing but light her soft caressing hand urges me to continue forth her eyes get brighter consuming my surrondings the thick darkness disintegrates into glittering white air her kisses grow more gentle and sweet with her eyes glaring as white as her gown and she softly whispers "Welcome home."
The Rants of Bondgrrl
I turned 20 Friday, June 20. The people at work brought a cake, complete with candles. I thought it was really nice of them, but it also made me think. Once you hit a certain age, no one treats you nice on your birthday anymore. It becomes no different than any other day. Except, for me, it's one of the loneliest days of my year. One's birthday serves as a reminder of exactly how lonely they do or don't feel in their darkest hour s. Hiding behind this computer monitor, perhaps I'm neglecting other parts of my life. Sure, it prevents me from compulsive shopping, but am I really doing myself any favors? What I do know is that all this avoidance is causing me to become very good at HTML! Birthdays used to be a celebration. Now they're just another source of holiday blues. It shouldn't be that way. Do me a favor. Next time someone you know has a birthday, even if it's just a coworker, do something really nice for them. You just may be the only one who does. Dammit, somehow I'm gonna turn this world into a great place!
My Riches
Growing up, kids made fun of other kids. Of course it was (is) the same for you. But I'm talkin' more of like younger kids, like 3rd to 8th graders. You had to be pretty and skinny. Always wear mascara and lip-gloss. Baggy jeans were always in, and so were those giant shirts you somehow tucked into those oversized pants. You had to have name brand clothes. It was a must. And so was being rich. Kids who didn't have the opportunity to get these "riches" were ridiculed. It was cruel! What the fortunate don't know, though, is how horrible it feels to be the "ugly duckling." I know. Growing up, I was the one who was laughed at and beaten up. Just 'cause I was different I moved. And in doing so, I was lost. Right before I moved, I started to "fit in." Now, I didn't have anyone to follow from. No one knew me in my new town. In a sense, I could start out fresh. I met some people. They seemed to be pretty open and loud, if you might say. From them, I learned it was OK to speak. So I did. I talked to everyone at this new, strange school. The rappers, the ravers, the fresh, and alternative, the preps, the goth, the jocks, and in-betweeners. I didn't know who to be around all these people. I went through my phases. In grade school, I was the rapper. Freshman year, I was preppy. Sophomore year, I was alternative with a pinch of prep still in me. Now, as a junior, I'm everything.
I used to hide me. I never let myself be born. I always looked for a leader, so I knew who to be. The whole time, I never realized that the only way I'd be happy was if I was me, not someone else, my own leader.
My boyfriend helped me. He still is. We've only been going out for about three months, but you'll be surprised by what a person can learn in 90 days.
He is very self-confident, but not to the point of conceit. He's at a balance with himself. I like it. He doesn't care what people say about him. He likes himself for who he is! Sometimes, people don't grasp others' ideas. Maybe 'cause they're too busy complaining to hear the other's side. When I moved, I needed a friend. I felt great because people were willing to talk TO ME! I listened. I learned. People are different than what you make them out to be, once you let them talk. My boyfriend and I talk for hours on end. He didn't talk to kids because I guess everyone thinks he's a jerk. Truthfully, he's the most brilliant guy I've ever met. What's cool is, he listens to me, too. He's a person who's got a lot to say, but knows it's only others' decisions to accept his words. People didn't like him 'cause he wants to be himself! (What a bunch of pussies!)
Ya know, I love this guy. If there's one person I say is a good role model, it's him (and KISS, but that's besides the point). Through him, I don't learn how to dress and do make-up. I don't learn the importance of designer clothes. I learn the importance of me. Because no matter how dumb I dress or what I do, he always reminds me it's not my style he likes, it's the girl under it all. Maybe it's 'cause I listened to him. I don't know. Slowly but surely, I'm learning how to be me. I'm learning that I am my riches.
The Box
I'm stuck in this box, can you please get me out
I've been trapped in here for a very long time
and I really would like to get out
You see I was looking for something what it was
I forget I saw this box and looked inside
it looked like a good hiding place for it
Unfortunately I fell inside and haven't been
able to escape, so if you could please just
help me out it would be absolutely great
Peek-a-Boo
Everyday I peek a boo at people. Not because I enjoy it, but because I believe it is my God given duty. I can't help it, it's like a sick addiction I can't overcome. I'm not exactly sure how it started, there could be many reasons. Too much exposure as a child, or just a twisted illness. Either way, I'm aware of my problem. Every time I try to get help, the psychiatrists or what not would laugh and tell me I'm crazy. "Well, no shit," I think. That's what I'm there for. I wanted to get back at them. So late at night, I snuck into my shrink's office. I fell asleep, but woke up at the crack of dawn. I really had to take a piss, but didn't want to chance it. Soon he came in. I had been waiting anxiously for an hour and 23 minutes and 57 seconds. I heard him shuffle a few papers before i popped up from behind his desk. The adrenaline was like, WOW! "Peek A Boo!" I shouted and ran away. He never tried to find me, and I knew he wouldn't. I just loved the rush. I've pretty much given up the fight and allowed myself to be eaten by my illness. Poor unsuspecting people walk by a seemingly still hill or ledge. They don't expect me, I only know of them. My heart beats fast, they can not hear. Here comes my moment. I do it, done in a flash. I'm fixed into reality and stare at my victim. A second of sorrow and loss pains me, but their wide frightened eyes reassure me into laughing. I don't like being loopy, it's not an admirable trait, but at least I don't kill. I'd be scared if I did.
BF/GF
The thing that most of us happy-go-lucky (yeah, sure) teenagers never realize is exactly how futile our petty relationships with the opposite sex really are. When you think about it, there are really only a few reasons why we get involved in the first place: !) So-called emotional attachment. I'm sorry guys, but chances are you can get more emotional pleasure with a cat than half of the brainless chicks you'd go for. Which leads us to reason # 2) Sexual Pleasure. Maybe the "It won't happen to me" syndrome is spreading, but, as much as I hate to be the one to break it to you: sex is only here to make babies. If you don't want a baby, then (here's where the clouds open up and trumpets sound) don't have sex! That therefore renders reason number two useless and moves us to number 3) Peer pressure. I speak from experience when I say that a boyfriend/girlfriend is a lot more desirable when all of you friends have one, but keep this in mind: In 1994, all of you friends probably bought an Ace of Base CD in the same week. You know what? They didn't want to "see the sign" after a month. What if you would've spent your allowance on that CD only to sell it at your grandma's rummage sale for a quarter in `9? And that takes us to number 4) Unknown need to spend money. For some reason, we enjoy spending our paychecks on teddy bears that end up next to our beloved's dirty socks under their bed. If you really want to spend your money on someone that badly, send some to me! (Lord knows I could use it.) Now, there are always alternatives to relationships. There's the afore mentioned cat, the King Size Hershey (with almonds) Bar, and you can always get together with another single friend of the opposite sex and become "Friends with Benefits" when you need some fun in that sense. The point is this: relationships are pointless. You spend you entire day thinking about someone only to get in a fight with them later on that night. You drive your friends nuts with how much you love your significant other only to break up with them and drive your friends nuts with how much you hate them. So give your friends a break: Stay single. At least until you're married. Love, Dalia
The Past Year
Hello, my name is Hubert Peabody. I have to do a report on my experience over the past year. Nothing exciting. I did, however go to a science and mathematics convention. No hot babes there. I spent the early part of last year watching cheesy pornos, calling thos -uh- phone numbers, and basically masturbating. I don’t know why the girls don’t like me. I’m smart, quick, and I’m planning to be a nuclear scientist. Girls like brains, right? Well, I went to this club. One of my cool friends (my only friend) attends there on a regular basis. He stuffed me in his gym bag so i could get in. He’s a real swell fellow. Once I freed myself, I couldn’t hide my erection. Skirts, legs, and --- BOOBS! Real ones, not the plastic ones like on my Inflate-A-Whore. I couldn’t move. I was mezmorized by the jiggling buttockses. Then this woman approached me. ME! I couldn’t see her too well. She hid herself in the shadows. She invited me to go to a room that she knew was vacant. Here was a chick who wanted me in bed. So I went. When we got there, she kept the lights dim. She gave me a drink and then told me to make myself comfortable, and I did. I don’t know why, but I got really sleepy. All I can remember is the hand-cuffs and a bed post. I woke up outside of the club at about 2 am, only wearing my briefs, socks, and glasses. I had a horrible dream that a man had -- never mind. I was all alone. My friend left already, I’m guessing with a girl . So I walked back home. I had a headache for the next three days and my anus REALLY hurt. So much for my adventure, I scored and I can’t even remember it.
The Blood Withers Before You.
I stare blankly at your familiar face, the picture II can see through closed eyes. You pry open my empty soul, your fake smile beaming at me as I try to shield myself behind my mask And you wrap yourself in a blanket to protect yourself from the chill of the unknown. But that’s not me. Through the fog I see your reflection behind me in the mirror everyday. Waiting, for a clear voice to ring through. But my voice is no longer clear, worn out from calling your name from the top of a winding staircase. You don’t answer, I never ask. It’s easier to hide in a translucent plastic cover than fall down the stairs and into your open arms or the icy porcelain tile beneath your feet. Every day I walk to the staircase, Every night I collapse to the floor, still edging nearer, forcing myself to breathe from the fog, to replace the clear plastic barrier that shields your face from a cloud of tears that I have become.
~Sky
City
In the day I see our old, grey, beaten city and can’t help but feel time slip away, no matter how I grasp it. Not only my time, but the city’s. Once it burned bright, now depleted, what’s left slowly smolders. Sometimes I wake up early in the morning, long before the sun rises, and I sit, alone, in the darkness, listening to the drone of the highway. The sounds made by the cars in the distance cry out like lost souls, broken by their lack of control and loss of happiness. So much in our world is lost. Secrets are forgotten and old friends fade from memory. My sadness pulls me down deep into the empty heart of the city. I lost myself in an infinity of pavement and street lights. Feelings of unimportance and loneliness wash over and consume me. Soon I find myself at my door step. Just as the sun begins to rise, I prepare for the day ahead of me. Just one more day to find an answer to my question. “Why am I here in this dying city?”
Schizophrenia
Angels scream in remorse
for the death of a boy that no one met
Golgatha cries out in vain
Alas, my friend, we knew him not
Birds of prey swoop to the earth
And bury the boy that no one knew
The maggots sorrowfully taste
The body of a son of a harlot shrew
Rotting corpse in a damp, cold grave
lies the body of a boy that no one hears
Oh so still he sheds one tear
The carcass of a child that died from fear
Reaching out to a form of mist
The ghost of a boy that could not sin
The only person that knows he exists
Was the little girl’s mind that he lived in.
Broken Finger-nails
The girl down the street
hangs her head so maybe they
won’t notice the bruise
from a fist who is angry at the world
that boy over there doesn’t have any shoes
but his mother drinks brandy
and smokes kools
like they are going out of style
who cares they’re just
trailer trash anyways
she needs a fix bad
and hops into beat up cars
with fat guys giving 10 minute blow jobs
fixing her hair in-between customers
and there is always a lady who complains
about the community going to shit
but is more concerned about her manicure
then where the boys shoes are,
why that girl’s face is always bruised
or if one of these fat men
getting head from the addict is her husband.
Pitiful Masses
Good morning Greenfield High School and welcome to hell. Please, enjoy your stay. I feel the need to discuss how 92% of the people that go here are not worth talking to. There are those that find the need to dip into everyone’s business and discuss who screwed who last night, frankly I don’t give a damn. It’s not any concert to me. DON’T TALK ABOUT IT.... Then there are those that like to talk behind everyone’s backs. If you have something to say to or about someone, tell them or keep it to yourself, NO ONE CARES!! So shut up. Not everyone cares or needs to know. And amen to the hall cow article. The next time some FRESHMEN stops in front of me in the hallway, they are going to be KICKED STAY OUT OF MY WAY! Believe me we WILL start a mosh pit. There are plenty of other things to complain about, but I will let it be for now.
