-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
on Grandma by waltfreakinwhitman
17 Sep 2002, 1:05 PM
By the way, this poeme is ace.
why must you get all Joey Lawrence on me?
Simply Wicked! Not equiped to sodomise so there would be no question. Even if I was, what could I do? surely NOT that.
crackiling good sounds in this, p&k, from hard to hardened to softer, and down. me like.
sometimes I laugh in the mirror of disgust and find humor deep within the tarnished dirty sink (wink)...so i think. D.A. you done well.
sorry dude...that first line killed me and stabbed my chest...no more..no more ! oh, please hold me back. 2
truely an ill-kissed reality. My chest pounds through your pure talent to write and aches with desire - to have half your ability and elevated reality of truth. 9
The phrase "limp hair" made me feel slightly nauseous. It has to be said that this is an improvement on your last offering. I'll keep an eye out for your next.3.
Brilliant, fantastic, spellbinding, some of your best work yet baz oh yeah and you smell!
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
17 Sep 2002, 11:22 AM
is this about me? damn you to the steaming vats of hell, Gay Angel! what did i ever do to you!? (he runs away, weeping into his elbow.) the first line is killer. what an image! i wish the last line did a flipflop on the other 2 somehow. i'd be more satisfied, and you know it's all about me.
Number 10 for Number 1.
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
17 Sep 2002, 11:24 AM
swank.
oh, my. if it weren't for the title, the poem itself wouldn't work. with the title, it works, and i am reminded of my own grandmother, her wandering hands, her lusty snuffling, her rotund ass that wouldn't quit, even when you showed it to the door and told it it to get the hell out and stay out.
rides on the cusp between dark and light, this too is gray. and I like!
I thought the message was pretty clear. Christianity is the bane of humanity. 10!
heartbreak is such a rough thing to go through... but don't worry, something better will come to you... great poem by the way :o)
I can understand where you're coming from... this is a great country but the ideals which make it great have been distorted... a nation of peace yet so much hatred fills the air, so much pain... government bound to help the people, but more worried about themselves... so much anger envisioned of the problems we face today... let me be the first since no one who commented had the guts to say, without the sarcasm... good poem Pink Punk Kisses
wow... I slowly read the poem, gaining the picture in my mind... first I thought you watched him while he slept but then I was thrown at the end... it's a good poem :o) And furthermore, I apologize for the childish responses I read after this poem... you're a good poet and I look forward to more of your work :o)
necrophiliac. "A Rose for Emily" and one for pink-punk-kisses as well! Hurrah! still, it's evocative. Graceful-ly (you need the -ly). And, what 'other' do the eyes gently fall upon? Aren't they closed?
That's gross man, just gross. No wonder you're gay.