god'swife
on I hate people by Bazilla
16 Sep 2002, 3:04 PM
I don't hate you, but I hate this poem. Stop wasting time beating the air. Not to mention this lacks anyhting resembling charm
Is this poem about me?
what?
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
16 Sep 2002, 1:55 PM
makes me want to take some X and feel someone up in the dark
Who is this person? Start there. mother, sister, friend. Watch can become so many other things; attend, regard, mark, glimpse, etc... use a thesaurus it's your best friend. You'll hear some idiots spout stupidities about the illegitimacy of using one. Don't listen. All good poets use them. Infact try to find an old used thesaurus that isn't organized alphabetically. Take to reading it. That's an education.
" I mark your sleep. The lovely brown of your hair./ Your hands like..... It takes hours upon hours to work out a poem. The ones that come spontaneously are gifts, and have little to do witht he writers craft. Don't give up.
MAYBE WANT TO REWRITE IT SO YOU DONT HAVE TO SCROLL ALL THE WAY ACROSS TO READ THE THING....
Aww that is really sweet! i like that one it has good rythm and meanig
little mouses of the truth--excellent. but i disagee that every ear declines to hear. are the ears afraid of the words, the poets, or the inevitable action?
I agree with you completely.
they no longer preserve corpses with salt, ppk87
i really liked this poem..i wish that i could write as good as you. everything in this poem grabs your attention and forces you to read on,that is why it is so great! keep up the good work 9/10
somebody been readin' the noonday demon. join the dps. ummm. Try bein' a journalist in latin america...now that is suicide. Anyway, they say the depressed are self-obsessed and this is where i put this poem. Like others much more. Tell your prepube rugrat hello. He wants to ravage my daughter. hormones!!
Pointless and goofy. "I've seen the empires crash and burn" have you really. How old are you, 13? Are you trying to write lyrics for the Megadeath reunion album? You have wasted my time.
Great poeme, buddy. I used to 'have a life'. I used to 'hang with friends'. But after... 'the accident'... things changed. I'd rather not talk about it, actually.
Oh horror! YOU REALLY THWARTED MY EXPECTATIONS WITH THIS ONE!!!!!!11111111111111
Nothing is more proud, nor wicked, than the contents of a Gentleman's bowels after he has dined excellently.
AMALEA: PLEASE RESTORE THIS "THE CAST" SO THAT ALL MAY BASK IN ITS SPLENDOUR.
Ha! I knew this was your desperate attempt to be crowned King of the Worst Poeme Section. Nearly all of the votes are anonymous 0s! I think an explanation is in order, Mr. Whitman.
More than like, I love. 10 fully earned.