rockinindividual
on the salt shaker by elizabethann
18 Mar 2003, 4:51 AM
mmm thats such an interesting idea. i love it. 8
dammit! why am i always the last to know!!!
Great idea to have someone drinking someone's tears! And so original, too! Thanks for felching it onto poemeranker! 10/10!
What is love? Hmmmmmm.....it's still a foreign concept to me.
without a second thought, that's how.
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
18 Mar 2003, 2:22 AM
ORNELLA is not GreggDeEgg....leave the poor man and his poetry alone.......
You suck 10". I see Mr. Brownstone's been knocking on your door.
I don't hate you. I see past the facade. All the men...Haha... Please. I don't give a fuck about any of them. I don't know Jeremi. I just like your energy. It's unexplainable, I feel connected to you in some way. I don't judge you. You can be a transvestite with a dick and tits... I don't care. I like you for you. Odd. I know. Shut up now and come and just talk to me. I promise not to seduce you. I miss you as a person. It was never about getting physical...you know that. We don't have to.
I wish you could all hear this sigur ros album with me, i am the courtesan, the incubus, the fool, each and all of you in me, my blink the star of you, too, pulsing, we count what we can not comprehend with any clock geared insides. Bachus has written. I fear. his last poem................................for those of you that knew him. his time's now still. thank god and thank you.
My brother i send you out with love and forgive you for your hatred of yourself. You have done the imposible and walked away, let's go write an album for ten months you've poemranked yourself to death. stand proud you wrote your mind without lying to yourself. god has always loved you, why have you forsaken him? You are worth it. Let go, Sleep my brother, for our mother is lost but we are found! the darkness approaching we should help these men brave. Focus your energy and smite the ignorant with their own tail chasing. now is the time to concentrate. tomorrow, you will awaken, anew.
NO! horus8 collapses, all the poets are asleep. He pulls his brother to his face and kisses him gently. All good things come to pass. his blanket seems to be the skin of oceans, the flesh of the future. change, stinks up the air with stretch marks. the sun will never weep for isis. again.
My manhood is a tree that fell in a petrified forest lacking timber.my bark, the lips of a protaganist. four!
duck. i'm golfing through herew dsamnit.
when i saw the title, i wanted to SOOOO BADLY!!! but i just can't now.
still, there are gaping holes in this. sqeeze it alittle more--<drip, drip, drip> and see what there is to be seen when you unravel it a little more! bravo/a!
Great use of "face" to rhyme with "disgrace"!!!11
You couldn't come up with a better name? Shit, even TanHand is better than LeBlancIII. Jesus Christ, now that I think about it...you are one sick bastard. Guess what? Me and Jeremi actually live in Bakersfield, California. And surely you must've known that most of the things I said are simply a figment of my imagination. Get it? Your obsession with both of us is truly frightening. Jeremi doesn't like men, so you have no chance with him and I don't like 19 yrs. old art school students who don't even know the location of the clitoris. Now, go shave your ass. Here's my Venus razor.
everytimesky i'm reading this comment i just ummchuckle and twist my nipple with an ever so slight twealke then i just stare and..what ah... what the fuck was i just talking about ? Oh yeah... i'm sorry Jimmy's fine he asked about you, but Pablo arte you washing your ass honey are you keeping your ass cleran pablo? Pablo? come to florida honey... Come to Florida Pablo, are you scrubbing your ass honey? Pablo?
Yes, you bit Sterling...was that his name? Haha. Orange Bicardi....and I stole the pretzels. You were funny. You need an omlette, a vicodin, some wine and then I'll drive your ass home. Perhaps you can come over and paint something for my apt. Yes, the walls are still a bit bare. Ohhhhhhhhh.....and I'll give you my business card...yeah! I am not only a member, but I am the President of the hair club for vaginas.
Interseting. So... Can I ask why, of all the men that chase you... Why me, like this, now. Does the devil visit twice to whisper sweet temptation or once to shout it, but never to cry it that river which leaves the babtised cold. No... He drinks to the homosexuality in him that now instead of killing him. saves his life. I can't see you, because for the last twenty years of my life, I couldn't see me. I'm not gay. I'm not straight, also; more then anything, you deserve more then my mirrors and memorys. I live the past, please you're supposed to hate me now and curse my name. Not be unorthodox and regenerative. Quit while you're ahead. My path is for the chosen.
hey... that was funny huh?! i should be a preacher. lol. I would come over, but my family would miss me me child and hate me too, for being a bad dad and a chicky pumper. so see it's mighty improppable, can you bring the vicadin to me, mail,it maybe or does it come attached to your pelvis? ahhhhhhhhh. i have to be goodss i'm auditioning for the monkey's moviey ("hey hey we're the monkeys) on wed. so i hAVE TO BE GOOD DAMNIT. devil still your choppers!
Excellent use of the word "like". Sometimes a metaphor can be too strong, can't it?