I like it.

I've heard enough teenage preachiness

"it's all in the past." Would kick out the bottom if it was " and the whole thing was that" or only that, or just that. I loved it all the way until that.

Young, but well on it's way. Ted Nugit sucks buffallo balls. you might consider changing your name.

Well that was a waste of web space. What do Bill z. bub. Dark fandago, and Yardturd have in common one might ask? That's easy. The need to reach deep down into eachothers soles for comfort, and belonging, to anything, especially. this lovely site "poemfaker".con

it's great, and all, but I don't quite see how the repeated lines fit in with the pairs of lines before their repetitions; it seems they're only repeated for the sake of the form of the poem.

An interesting poem to say the least...are you a publisher,theif, or sociologist? Tell us more about Kaolin. And yes, I saw that smile come across your fingers as they tripped across the keys

Guess what? This isn't plagiarism! Why not? Because you wrote "by William Shakespeare" at the end. You didn't try to pass it off as your own. Now that's what I call irony.

Beautiful. I really should come around here more often, I keep missing all the great stuff. So, how you doin', z?

Well Bill, I think you've gone too deep for me on this one. Maybe I'm just tired . I'll try again later. Been a while. Glad to see you're still out there.

clever 8

At first glance, I like it. Here's my favorite number.

when there "were" words?

THIS IS SHIT. 0.

I'm bringing the answer to your question over here. No. My am/fm in the truck doesn't work. Traditionally, Rock, Rap I've recently become hooked on jazz and my favorite classical piece thus far is The 1812 Overature by Tchaikovsky and the New York Philharmonic. But I seem to have The Crash test dummies on my mind lately. Gawd. Paki's right. I am a goof. It's good to be a goof. later.

Diarrhoea (Sonnet) by Felchpoet Diarrhoea has set on another day Diarrhoea has arrived, leaving no thong (unsoiled) Diarrhoea so wet, it comes out as spray Diarrhoea so brown, staining everything The brown hole has blown my guts out The brown hole drips on my tights The brown hole leaks from within The brown hole, I can't stop the shite The void in my bum has widened The void adds to my ablution The void has continuously brownened The diarrhoea has taken me over Spraying the weight of the world from my bum.

Nice use of 'die' to rhyme with 'fly' and 'me' to rhyme with... 'stormy'. I suggest changing the last couplet to: You can't store me My life's stormy Or perhaps: You can't store me Yukon's stormy NICE ONE 10!!!!1

Nice use of the simile 'like an old pole' as an arbitrary rhyme for 'soul'! Because a pole, like a heart, and like anything else at all, can be damaged! Genius!!!1 I knew as soon as I saw the title 'Torment' that this poeme would express some interesting and original sentiments in a beautiful and not at all entirely clichéd way! OH WAIT NO IT DOESN@T!!!!!11

Brave and adventurous. A merging of styles and forms of both past and future. A tear jerker that leaves one not only jerking tears, but also searching for that fleeting feeling that can only be found far far away. Far away from me if possible. Preferably, the bottom of the Ocean, or mouthing a cold barrel of steel. Great poem, good flow, special meaning. I would rank it, but, well, truthfully, it's not my cup of tea. I will however point out some mistakes. "thrusts it's warmth into my lap" should be its. San Francisco. " (a male prostitute)" don't prance, EVER. They swagger, and if you knew anything about anything you'd start chewing more gum and less fat, that is all, thanks for another pointless self serving poem to nothing in particular but your own fear of the uknown and failure.

"hopes" regardless of this crock of shit unsinkable corn loaf, I must point out that leaving this verb singular is a sign of sheer unapproachable stupidity. Good luck with your writing.