That was just damn clean fun 10!

What if you put in a collapsable bridge and an retractable intro?

God, I lost the feeling in my legs reading that... wait a minute? I don't even have legs. ARGHHHHHHH.

Wait i'm confused....y is it called mystery?? 8

6,7,5 It helps to know what you're doing when hunting the darkest cad of all, by the way, are you gay, I am.

So you hate people because they're gay? How open-minded of you. How, shall I say, poetic? Yes, you hater of Ganus, that is the reason, the only reson, the pristine primo reason for hating that scoundrel. Well let me tell you, -=Dark_Angel=- is a supreme roll in the hay. He likes his girls in multiples. He makes me cum.

yes a good haiku wistful is a word everyone seems to use. I think it apt

It's not as bad as my sister(god's wife, made it). Whirls is mispelt and there is a series of unnecessary colons, that's all.

Eeewww! I stopped after the bodies where set fire to. I'll go back later, when I recover.

You should count yourself lucky that I don't even bother to vote on this this homerun of shit or any of your others otherwise this would hapen.

Maybe, nope, you covered that too. I always make sure there are plenty of portable janitors available.

Get rid of the commas please, they're not necessary. ...And I, A meer watcher, Amazed and dumb, I'm deaf and blind, There is something: Which I can't hear,... Just take a look at that. Can you figure out why this doesn't work? This poem is confusing. what the fuck's going on here? Silent toes? As opposed to what? Loud toes?

The Whirr (Free verse) by Craychus Edited by H8 It is today again. Tomorrow, is also going to be today, again. Get my drift? The greatness of my futile vision As I sit square, and straight. Melting into the cold grill under my steamed glass window. Catching pulses of life occassionally shuffle by. Shuffle shuffle gone. The deafening shuffle scrapes upon the paper thin hollowness all too long. Revealing the yawning gape of truth underneath and in between. Where, one day, I will dive in with whispers and screams to soften its black walls. The faces of my loved ones frozen & cracked, like the reflection in mirrors I pass to often. Today, has become yesterday already, and so will tomorrow become today tomorrow Moaning in slow motion. While I refuse to learn. [Would that help, no, probably not] I yearn for the bliss of instant relief. In that one second when life’s tape ends. The whirr The whirr of rewind begins, but I'm thinking that it was there all along. My wounds disappear. My strength replenished. Then the whir fades back, from where it came Leaving me knowing I will hurt again.

you already know how i feel about it

flu would work better than poo because it has poo in it with barf piss and fever stink. aye?

Heeker, is a hermetic geek that leaks. No, it means, not to shabby. But if you ever fucking 6 my prostitute series again I'll fucking bring the heek and cook it over your abdomen in jerk sauce with rice pilaf and eat pudding out of your arm pits Kitch, I'm serious, you are not a good enough writer yet to six my prostitute series. I will let you know when you are, trust me. Now this poem above me is a perfect example of a six, there is a difference between a 7 and a six, Kitch this is a six.

not a bad try at all I would say however your use of words such as soul and truth is perhaps unqualified with argument and image

You are a bundle of dynamite by golly, it's locust, by the way.

with a small substitution, you can make it more melodious:"sheer" instead of "pointless".

great imagination!