nUDOS nNOUDOS Ga O's r 7 Flashback I’m tangled in the monkey bars and recess just won’t end. The bars leave their fingerprints And my skin crawls with the digits I can’t dial. - Today’s game is boys catch the girls, I don’t want to play. I hate games. Their toxic squeals and screams poison my ears so I keep hanging upside: down Waiting for the blood to rush, The throb to block out the noise. The bars have no strength (of character) My grip is white knockled, My hand is empty and there’s nothing to lean on. Helping hands retract so I don’t bother reaching out. Its part of the game, The joke; I don’t get the punchline yet its never changed. The only humor I find is in the private showings. A well rehearsed, Badly executed skit. Too bad ‘The Gong Show” went off the air. So, To all my jungle gym playmates ... Call me when recess is over and leave a message on my machine. by Carmen Stamenkovic first i’ll tie you to the bed then i’ll really fuck your head with rubber bands my vengeance i’ll seek no longer will you prey on the lost and the weak rubber bands tight in my hand ‘soon you'll no longer be a man rubber bands twisting tight hold and pinch with all their might rubber bands will make you squirm make you quiver like a worm rubber bands will make you weak and mine will be vengence i seek rubber band stretching rubber bands it is my dream, my pain demands i can’t touch you you still roam free how many others live, defiled like me i lay here castrated by fear and shame tortured remembrances of your little game futile longing for vengeance fills me with disgust it is not only men but self, i no longer trust oh that you controlled lust and carnal demand that instilled in me this longing to deploy.my rubber bands Rena Del Piere Gobbi as my brush caresses the canvas I get a sensual release for the emotions long pent up inside but can I relax to allow them expression what then would become of me would become of me would I be left an empty husk or would I be like a plowed and harvested field ready to grow anew I choke back afraid and paint mechanically another masterpiece aborted oh that I could lose this fear and find the strength to be free in my art in my life as I gaze upon my Canvas I get a sense of disappointment that which I’ve created does not speak to me I must try again take a chance open myself up allow expression to flow I take up my brushes and paint anew light, shade, colours become a mosaic time stands still... my frenzy ends I stand back startled by what I’ve created it is as I envisioned it to be perhaps I can lose this fear and be free in my art in my life Rena Del Piere Gobbi tell me a story tell me a lie can’t handle reality can’t handle my life twisting and turning in a state of despair can’t handle my life it just isn’t there send me a vision send me a hope can’t handle reality want to live on a soap screaming & crying in a state of diress can’t handle my life it’s just too much stress sell me a drug sell me a crutch can’t handle reality it’s all just too much spinning & falling in a state of disgust can’t handle my life the whole thing’s a bust give me a reason give me a Start can’t handle reality ill just do some art spitting & starting in a state of disquiet can’t handle my life the whole thing’s a riot tell me the truth tell me what’s real can’t handle reality don’t know what to feel sitting & staring in a state of malaise can’t handle my life won't you help me please’. Rena Del Piere Gobbi as my brush caresses the canvas I get a sensual release for the emotions long pent up inside but can I relax to allow them expression what then would become of me would become of me would I be left an empty husk or would I be like a plowed and harvested field ready to grow anew I choke back afraid and paint mechanically another masterpiece aborted oh that I could lose this fear and find the strength to be free in my art in my life Rene Del the nerdy college student six shooter at his hip may seem like a queer to you he may seem like a dip that nerdy college student with only his studies in his head (while yours is full of your social calender) may save you from being dead that nerdy college student that intellectual scum may be of more use to the world than the entire football scrum that nerdy college student with him i’d rather spend one stolen moment of wisdom a sharing of thought cognition the blinding rush 0) ees” intellectual stimulation that comes when you allow that nerdy college student to be your friend I would rather one such stolen moment than all the stimulation that the entire football team could offer truly I can assure you the intellectual orgasm HUDOS nHnUDOS HoUDOS Grade 7 Flashback Y'm tangled in the monkey bars and recess just won't end, The bars ieave their fingerprints And my skin crawls with the di can’t dial. Today's game is boys catch the gi I don’t want to play. Thate games. Their toxic squeals and screams poison my ears so keep hanging upside down Waiting for the blood to rush, The throb to block out the noise. ‘The bars have no strength (of character) My grip is white knockled, My hand is empty and there’s nothing. to lean on. Helping hands retract so I don’t bother reaching out. Its part of the game, ts 1 The joke. I don’t get the punchline yet its never changed. The only humor I find is in the private showings. ‘A well rehearsed, Badly executed skit. Too bad ‘The Gong Show” went off the air. So, To all my jungle gym playmates Call me when recess is over and leave a message ‘on my machine. by Carmen Stamenkovic first i'll tie you to the bed then i'll really fuck your head with rubber bands my vengeance i'll seek no longer will you prey on the lost and the weak rubber bands tight in my hand soon you'll no longer be a man. rubber bands twisting tight hold and pinch with all their might rubber bands will make you squirm make you quiver like a worm rubber bands will make you weak and mine will be vengence i seek rubber band stretching rubber bands it is my dream, my pain demands {can't touch you ‘you still roam free how many others live, defiled like me i lay here castrated by fear and shame tortured remembrances of your little game futile longing for vengeance fills me with disgust it is not only men but self, i no longer trust oh that you controlled lust and carnal demand that instilled in me this longing to deploy my rubber bands Rena Del Piere Gobbi as my brush caresses the canvas I get a sensual release for the emotions Jong pent up inside but can [ relax to allow them expression what then would become of me ‘would become of me would Ibe left an empty husk or would I be like a plowed and han ready to grow anew I choke back afraid and paint mechanically another masterpiece aborted ‘oh that I could lose this fear and find the strength to be free in my art in my life ed field as I gaz upon my canvas get a sense of disappointment that which I’ve created does not speak to me I must try again take a chance ‘open myself up allow expression to flow Ttake up my brushes and paint anew light, shade, colours become a mosaic time stands still, my frenzy ends Istand back startled by what I’ve created it is as I envisioned it to be perhaps I can lose this fear and be free in my art in my life Rena Del Piere Gobbi tell me a story tell mea lie can't handle reality can’t handle my life ‘twisting and turning ina state of despair can’t handle my li it just isn’t there send me a vision send me a hope can’t handle re want to live on a soap screaming & crying ina state of diress can’t handle my life it’s just too much stress sell me a drug sell me a crutch can’t handle reality it’s all just too much spinning & falling ina state of disgust can’t handle my life the whole thing's a bust give me a reason give mea start can’t handle reality i'll just do some art spitting & starting ina state of disquiet can’t handle my life the whole thing’s a riot tell me the truth tell me what's re can’t handle reality don’t know what to feel sitting & staring ina state of malaise can’t handle my life won't you help me please Rena Del Piere Gobbi as my brush caresses the canvas get a sensual release for the emotions Jong pent up inside but can I relax to allow them expression what then would become of me would become of me would Ibe left_an empty husk or would [’be like a plowed and harvested field ready to grow anew T choke back afraid and paint mechanically another masterpiece aborted oh that I could lose this fear and find the strength tobe free in my art in my life Rene Del the nerdy college student six shooter at his hip may seem like a queer to you he may seem like a dip that nerdy college student with only his studies in his head (while yours is full of your social calender) may save you from being dead that nerdy college student that intellectual scum. may be of more use to the world than the entire football scrum that nerdy college student with him i'd rather spend one stolen moment of wisdom a sharing of thought cognition the blinding rush of intellectual stimulation that comes when you allow that nerdy college student to be your friend I would rather one such stolen moment than all the stimulation that the entire football team could offer truly Ican assure you the intellectual orgasm