-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
on some deleted poem
15 Aug 2002, 1:17 PM
Why do sonnets have to be written in faux-olde language? Does anyone write Haiku in Engrish?
superb.
Yes one thing does happen after the other. What a profound way of stating the obvious. And quit it with the...It is senseless.
from an author named "rubbish," this is a damn fine piece of work. i thought it would be lyrics to a heavy-metal song.
morning z.. merlot of course...sierra nevada makes a lovely pale ale, but their blue label porter is to die for, their stouts aren't too bad either...pardon me while i suck the druel off of my desk..well then...??
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
15 Aug 2002, 1:22 PM
and this is the second one to make me raugh out roud (within one minute of the rast)!
this poem is kinda weird but also brilliant in the way that it has been represented.i think this poem shows no real understanding of the word darkness as its title but yet the ending is brilliantly thaught out and deserves a good mark.
I change before I see your comment! Many aporogy!
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
15 Aug 2002, 1:25 PM
and now you change it! i take numbah 2 on this version!
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
15 Aug 2002, 1:21 PM
this is the first one to ever make me laugh out loud! swank!
Tell me, IgotIssuez99: What is your relationship to SkateBoardGurl5799? You are either close friends or the same person. I'm inclined to believe the latter. You both claim to enjoy 'hanging with friends' and 'skating'. You both end your profile with 'oh yea and i dont take shit from anybody!'. A claim that you both mysteriously added after I had commented on one of SkateBoardGurl5799's awful poemes. You both enjoy writing 'I' in lower case. You both have numbers after your names. You are both from Texas. As far as I recall, I have not yet commented on one of your poemes, which seems strange since you claim I 'dissed' you. I also notice that SkateBoardGurl5799 has showered this poeme with praise. How can this be? This poeme is not a very good poeme. It must have been written by someone very special indeede. I think you have some explaining to do, IgotIssuez99! Perhaps you are acting under two usernames to overcome the 3-poeme-a-week-limit? A crime so heinous I break wind just thinking about the sort of evil required to commit such a deed. I shudder to think what nentwined would do if he found out! You, Sir, are a charlatan! Will you duel? Or are you a coward!
brilliant brilliant.
it is surprising to think of what was going on in your head when you wrote this poem but all i know is it took me a while before i could understand the meaning of this poem.which is quite a good thing if it makes a reader wanna read it again to properly understand it.
Do you play? I am troubled by the shape of things to come. You may start an un-nerving trend amongst the others. Normally I hate art, but music. Yes, that's different, and pleasuring the lotus. Ahhh. Fuck! I broke my F-hole. Damnit that's going to be expensive.
it's a mad, mad mixture indeed...i definitely see how it could be the late night key jingle blues, but about 4 yrs ago i was doing alot of morphine and alot of writing, and things got really ugly..i would walk around naked with my sling shot and shoot oranges out of the neighbors trees....friends would check on me and stuff and my girlfriend would sometimes prep me a meal, but mostly people were giving me the sign of the cross. i would faint in mid conversation and collapse and piss on myself and stuff it was really over the top and self destructive, but perfect for getting salesman away from your door, or mormons or jehova witnesses, plus i did write alot.. that counts for something..i think. gout.crabs.gangrene.cherries.shrine.
Babbit, and brazen...the b squad...yes brazen i am a shellback and a blue nose both were pointless hazing techniques to seperate the boys from the menses, you gotta love frat-house-boat-rides..anyway babbit i read a piece of yours yesterday where you were driving by your old house, and trippin on this lady laughing at an unseen visitor or something...what an image to build off of..left me wanting to jump in my car and try it out...i will as soon as this fear of the outside world subsides o
it was only a matter of time before elipses reared their hydra heads again, but all your friends will be there?.to help you push the penny around the toilet seat one last time for life luck and good measure...i fuckin hated school, and those who were cool, and p.e coach O'toole. don't go! mines this year too..i sent them a reply in the form of white powder enveloped...crusaders MARCH! one two three four..one. forgive me jesu' for blaming poo.
ahahahahahhahahahahhahaha and after writing this poem you have the nerve to make fun of my poems?? what were you thinking? well i can see that this poem does not belong in this site it belongs in the trash can! after the way u dissed me and my pomes i think u deserve what i have to say! but now now i wanna wait till the whole world sees ur poems!
TaTa
woah you must be one with the ladies with all that talk.you are brilliant,amazing i cant believe what i have just read it is too good the words used are just too perfect and they fit in this poem amazingly
You have brought nothing but guilt and dry cleaning into my honorabo dojo. You, sir are bottomless!