I think you'd better take a look at some REAL poetry, my lad. My masterpiece, AIDS in a Van, would be a splendid place to start. You'll find it in the 'Worst' section. Do have a lovely day!

Very poorly written. No form or imaginative use of language. Virginity is over-rated.

a "real masterpiece" in the "worst" section. that tells me quite a bit. I'm sorry if you have AIDS, but that has nothing to do with the quality of my poetry.

The show don't tell philosophy comes into play here. It's an emo poem.

Hyuk hyuk!! I guess you sure got me there! What was I thinking calling my poeme a "masterpiece" when it's in the "worst" section?!?! rofl asl?

Goodness! Where can I purchase such a flashlight?

Emo poem? What's that?

come on, deidre, write a poem. I want to write long, abusive comments. I want to vote zero. I want to write poems about how ugly and talentless you are. so hurry up.

well z..the first part "mine, theirs etc"...sets up a metaphorical analyses of my familys self destruction...in the form of a bad acid trip spent reminiscing years later, the second part "coming of etc".. is me still on the acid thinking about my baby sister (the youngest) and how difficult it must be for her growing up with her father in jail her entire life thus far (13 years) and since i myself hadn't seen her in quite a number of years also at the time( cuz i was in the navy and traveling alot on the east coast and through out the world) so i was speculating on how she might have been evolving into a young woman without a good role model (the inscest part mentioned in the beginning has to do with my other sister closer to my age having grown up not seeing me her whole life, and being told by our mother that i was already born when she met my father <mother denied my gestation and birth> so my sister thought that we weren't siblings so when we first met in salt creek california when i was 21 and she was seventeen. she fell in love with me, and would make passes at me daily...because she truly didn't believe that i was her brother (which we were half brother and sister), in fact all of my siblings are half blood with me cuz i am my parents only child, and they each remarried four times (i have four brothers and two sisters) still thats not a very positive thing to tell a child, at any age (that you are not related when you are) i knew but she wouldn't believe me no matter how hard i tried to convince her that what she was feeling was wrong.. cuz my mom had told her that she was her first kid and i was her step son her whole life (she grew up in hawaii), and since we never really met until we were older it caused some serious shit to hit the fan, cuz i let her seduce me one night to spite my mother and reverse her lie with a little black magic...i knew my sister would eventually tell her, exposing my mothers mental wickedness and illness...served her right...except it blew my family even more beyond its already ruined levels...of madness and selfish denial coated greed..<i was just so fucking pissed that i lost control> i suffered many years with the guilt, and still do...the third part (still on a bad acid trip) is about my heroin addiction that spawned from all of this guilt and insanity "before bed" implying my years of fighting addiction and how it affected my relationship with my highschool sweetheart who i was with for five years..i told her everything and we tried to help me, but i just hated myself to much for even her love to save me..and the last part "sixteen lost" (still tripping, refer to the mention of ergot infirst part) is about when i lost my mind and my earliest writings and everything i owned, and all of my friends and family and my well being and much much more...i couldn't remember any of the poems by heart only pieces, so i collaged it all together with different titles i remembered and some lines that couldn't be forgotten..basically the marquise de sade's last supper. i did it with a basic rhyme scheme at the beginning of it....to show the immaturity and childish frustrations that were controling my decision making abilities....hatred and revenge can warp a sensitive beings better judgment and linger forever tainting...no matter...i made a mistake...i forgave myself though, and all of them too...for the sake of my future mental health...i hope that will clarify a few things for you z... sorry for being so cryptic...good afternoon, luv horus's litigator. Bachus.r

This must be a joke. Also, custard can form a skin.

All I got to say is your one crazy mother fucker!! hehe =), But besides that I like it!! <3 katie

I'll have to go with dark angel on this one. You seem like some big perv.. But i also have to say if the words weren't so...rude, it would be a very nice poem. So i'll rate it as a 7

Very poignant, and very powerful.

Thank you Katie. It's meant to be a bit of a joke. AIDS is a serious subject, but I didn't mean for this poem to be taken seriously.

Oh. I see. AIDS isn't funny but treating women as fuck-objects is!? I'm sorry but I don't see anybody else laughing! You ought to have a long, hard think about what you've done. Did you know that 1 in every 2 persons is a woman? Women raise many important issues and I'll thank you not to speak of them in such casual tones. Good day to you, Sir!

Why do you stereotype? How do you know that I'm not a woman writing this to a man?

I knew you were going to say that. For fuck's sake: you are a fucking man.

Did you do the right thing? Well, I think the sooner you realise that there is no such thing as 'the right thing', the better it'll be for all concerned. Do you know why it is often confusing as to what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'? I'll tell you why: There is no such thing as 'right' or 'wrong'. Unless, of course, you arbitrarily assign moral values to whatever the fuck seems cosy (which is what everyone does). However, there are some exceptions: (1) Being gay is definitely morally wrong (2) Not believing in Jesu is also wrong. (3) Being nude is wrong. (4) Watching cartoons which have talking animals in them is wrong. (It is a sin for an animal to talk. Their purpose is to be nude and to be dined upon). (5) dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori.

yes, I am. and apparently you have a problem with men. my statement still stands. Why do you stereotype? This could just as easily havve been written by a woman. I know many women who look at men the same way you say men look at women. This was meant as a joke. Why do I even bother arguing with you about it when you obviously don't get it. Not everything HAS to be serious, or socially acceptable.

katie: Would you mind addressing me as "-=Dark_Angel=-"? It's just that -- well, I went to the trouble of getting it legally changed, and it hurts when people don't put all the characters in it or abbreviate it. Thanks!