Issue # 36 / August 2003

OUTLOUD's Poetry Corner

Thread of Life
By: Stacy Rosario

Slowly the story of one's true passion is revealed.
There she is forming what was her past and leading herself into what will
become of her future.
Her hardships unravel themselves with the pull of thread.
She jumps onto her next formation,
Slowly building what was left unfinished in her last.
This one is more beautiful than the one before.
It is filled with true beauty and genuine optimism.
Anything that gets in her way, will be tied in with her.
And though she can leave it, and start a new life, with a new formation,
She knows many things will get tied in those as well.
She is like other spiders,
But her webs will never be like any other.


Real Fake Love
By: Daysi Calavia

You're love is real
it's real fake
you can't give me what you take
you act as if nothing were wrong
you know we simply can not belong
You say you love me
I say you're love is real
it's real fake
it has a limit and an expiration date
you won't forget to call me if she cancels a date
sorry but i won't be your second plate
you're love it's real it's real fake


Dreamed of the Sky
By: Alexandra Gordon

We dreamed the day to life when we were girls,
With dandelion angels kissed free by
Sweet breath. They took to air in glowing whirls
Of white; wish-messengers sent into sky.
Waiting was the hardest part, wondered when
They would return with answers from above.
Spent nights searching stars for signs again
And again. The sky was empty thereof.
Eyes and necks grow tired of star watching
And nights turn back to days and days to nights.
White wonders get lost in years of living
And not wishing for signs beyond the lights
Carried on feathered wishes we let fly,
When we were girls that day-dreamed of the sky.


Lurker69@hotmail.com
By: Andrew Hevia

As I sit,
Late at night
I thank you -You hero! You-
Exploit barely legal girls
With barnyard fun.

The Smut you create
Saves thirteen year old
Sex lives-
Lived online at 3 am.

And as I sit,
I wonder
What your mommy thinks?
"Oh, he makes porno, now."

Devotion to your perversions
Makes the world safe
For deviants
And fetishists-

Still I sit,
And you spread Love,
And sexually explicit material.


Seduction
By: Rafael Sangiovanni

What I was resisting wasthe sun
As I awoke to the firstshadow of a cloud,
Hung over my mind like awidow,
Even in my mildestdreams of
Mirrors, simplereflections
Of ebony cloaked visions
Balancing the days tocome,
I knew I'd rather livehidden,
Wilted, still unafraid,
Under the comfort of myown shaded silhouette
But the pale goldenhands singed
Through the picturestrickling from my eyes
Breaking my glazed overgaze
With the quiet tickingof a grandfather clock
Time -
Longer than the steepestroad to freedom,
Longer than theforgotten scenes of a memory,
Longer than the sun mayever dare
To gleam over the edgeof the ocean
For fear of cooling itsfire -
Is nothing more than Iam
Dusk, a brisk reminderthat the sun will set
As our lives will end
So if nothing changes
I have no desire to die

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