Bachus
on jane by roses are read
20 Nov 2002, 10:17 AM
so.
You like to watch, don't you?
you would tire quickly, I think.
Trust not what you see-Go with what you know
never before would i have thought. now that's all i do, funnilly enough..you don't. piss poor wouldn't click for me so i'm going to go with "the stink of sex ass" and call it.
happiness is you gaining another hundred pounds so not only will you not be able to see your penis, but your feet will be gone too.
i hate you. and your fat and ugly. enjoy your stay...we serve danishes at noon.
I wonder why people have no friends. Welcome to slam the striving poet night.It is a little difficult to read, but good sentiment. keep writing,lil girl
Is it an African goat? also, what does "ur" mean. Is that teenage hipster speak.
happiness isn't a gift, it's something you earn. If you can't give it to yourself- no one can force it on you
a path I have seen cleared through the deadfall of my dreams. Excellent imagery.
What a terrifying twist. Who would have thought your salvation would turn out to be your downfall? NOT ME THAT'S FOR SURE!!!11
I often have difficulty balancing work with my busy social life.
Happiness is result of bio-chemistry, and it's over-rated. This poem is awful.
i watched my gradfather die of parkinson's disease, and it was funnier than any sitcom on the air at the time..what is time? something that obviously scares the shit out of you...now we're even, because the thought of you teaching old people creative writing when you can barely grasp that notion let alone the meaning.. scares the piss out of me, but just for a second. nice orange hill.
i would but there's a three inch hair growing off of your left nipple.
i hate to dissent, but if i have to read one more goddamn poem about the sea, i might have to kill a kitten on my way home from rehab tonight.
I don't like this poem but I think it qualifies. Five tercets, a final ququatrain and two rhymes.