god'swife
on To My Grave by Bonehiss
14 Mar 2003, 9:16 PM
you write these poems strictly for yourself. This is completely inaccessable. Think about the audience. Tell them the story.
Other than your rhyme being off a smidge, A-OK to me.
I'll be visiting your archives.
I LIKE THIS, YOU MAKE SNOBBERY AN ARTFORM 7
Jesus, how do you people go about writing about images and then never revealing even one? A picture show? What picture show? Stolen spiols? what stolen spoils? Where!? People & places? What people? What places? A postcard from where????????!!!!!!! what the fuck all are you talking about?
The end of S2 And all of S3 is ethereal but the 'stuff' is frustrating what is the stuff? is it relevant? i felt denied not knowing. Otherwise with a bit of chinking this could shine like an ice sculpture. 7
Oh me oh my. What is it your trying to say?
Read "At Least I Love You." I wrote it for a friend but it could be something someone's trying to say to you.
You answered your own question. They just want to be friends. Sucks don't it?
I was going to leave a sarcastic comment about the gibbon simile, but I've "altered my consciousness" and it seems really scary.
This is pretty fine, nice touches in this like lines 4/6/7/8, after the needle in the eye a reference to blindness would be cool, think of a metaphor about manipulation or something, eyes are so so vulnerable and so much can be said about them, they see they cry, they puncture, they close, open, roll, go red, grey white fuck me gimme gimme gimme that killer line
What hath the wise more than the fool? Ecclesiastes 6:8
All things come alike to all: there is one event to the righteous and to the wicked... a living dog is better than a dead lion. 9:1-4.
Wow! What a delicious twist in the ending! With these Fererro Rocher you are really spoiling us!
This is the worst kind of bad. Parading around as something good. Sort of like a Bon-Bon filled with cod-liver oil.
Like famenglory mentioned, I am indeed frightened to live in the same state as you. However, I am glad it is you and not the embarrassment known to this website as -=Dark_Angel=-, who thinkst that the only way to get through to someone is to swear and make fun. You prove it wrong though, because your words are powerful and reach the heart, whereas its words are in one ear and out the other, and their sole purpose on this website is to be skipped over in order to more quickly find an opinion with weight to it; i.e. someone who actually matters. I suggest you ignore the likes of him and keep writing what you feel. If it's what you feel then it can't be wrong and it can't be bad. So tip your hat to the devil's angel and say "screw you" and get on with your gift.
I miss you. Party's End is a direct rip-off, or should I say, was inspired by this fanastic poem. but then I see my "For Monica..." at the end of this piece. The only poem of my mine the tweed-coated Babbitt ever bothered with.
Come speak to me. Here I go, begging once again.
Violence is for the daft.
this is pure Ornella. Fucking idiot.
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First read and these things pop...
Useless hands
Dry storms
Mormon Temple (this is brilliant)
I didn't know Papa said that. Thank you for sharing. What a fairytale. She's alive though, and that is always a good thing, or so it seems from the outside. 15 is the most dangerous year, after 13 anyway. And let me tell you 40's-no-walk-in-the-park. I shall read this again.