Another -=Dark*Angel=- stooge. F+ Here in the shadows/I found my dad's slong/Here in the shadows I smelled my mom's thong/Plop,Pleep.Poop,Fleep.Geepo.Loppu.Frito.Gogo.Gaga. I have to wipe my ass now. Maybe brush my teeth. 4/10!

;-) .. tried to send you an e-mail but it got returned .. do you have another address ?

Yeah! This is really good! 9. A bit descriptive in places, but this one really speaks to me. I'm off in search of more of your works, my good man.

This made me laugh out loud. Nice one. 8.

No, this is bad. 5. It's much too clumsy; there's no shape or structure to it. Had potential, but you managed to blow it. Never mind next time.

I'm afraid that this is the kind of stuff that makes me want to curl up into a small ball and die. 1. Any halfwit can write this type of dross. What are you trying to say in the poem? I have no idea, and I suspect that the sorry truth is that the author has no idea either.

This kind of poem is a safe bet. 6. Very mediocre, I think a 12 year old could do as well, but the simple yet emotional images of a summer childhood means that everybody can't help warming to the poem. So, and as much as I would like, I can't give too low a score.

how long has it been since you've voted? rebel! oh bringer of the uncooth hand shake i am your vanilla wrist.and you're right. exactly. but the inspiration came from much much more..i was stripping at this gay club called the wild goose in gross point, mich. (19yrld) this high ranking priest (from a religious school across the river in windsor) would visit often..for lap dances..we got to be friends, and i borrowed some money to visit my "dying grandma in vegas". 9,000$. i never went back.he kept the waterbed. i lived with my aunt in vegas and framed houses i will never live in. my skin grew very dark muscles sculpted hair long like judas.. yes i sin. i took the silver.. bluecollar suburban shaman i've touched the nape of juno's peacock, and folded into "that which is isn't that which can undo what's done" forgive me.

I don't get it? If this guy is everything she wants, and apparently they are not together. Here is a no brainer 'go be by his side'

"the snake is long, seven miles. ride the snake to the lake, the ancient lake baby". jim morisson, from the end. this poem is a coiling diamond back sun-bathing upon a thoroghbred horse track!!

take me back to the treehouse, the can phone, friui picked lunches, and four seasons distinctive..the phone rings in the house..i know it's not for me..eight year olds don't get phone calls yet..they are still free to day dream..lucky, and brimming with summer warmed stories. beautifull texture and powerful sentencing 8/10.

I can't shoot you down ifin' you don't take off first. Even I know that's not fair. Slam poet? You couldn't slam heroin even if you were a junky and I put a three inch X on your vein. You are vain, and as dull as a river pebble. Try fruity pebbles, you obviously need more vitamins and minerals. This is not even a limmerick Timmy. TIMMY! Timmy?

No. No, this is no good at all. 2. It reads like some horrible Motley Crue album in the late eighties. I can hear the whiny guitar and screeching vocals in my ears now. Please go away.

This is poncey, verging on the ludicrous. 3. Some nice imagery in isolated places, but lines such as 'I am scared of a time when like a loony' mean that quite frankly my friend, you should be put up against a wall and shot.

This is very good. 7. I like the poem very much. However, although I'm not prudish at all, I didn't like the crude bracketed words. They didn't offend me. Oh no. I just thought they were shit.

I'm a fan. 7. This is good stuff - a picture is being painted and I'm there. There's an air of mystery that I really like.

This is pure genuis. 10. Alright, it may be purely purile genius, but it's genius alright folks. Sir, if I met you in the street, I'd be honoured to shake your hand. Why this poem finds itself in the worst poem list is, quite frankly, beyond me.

I like this alot! 8. Very evocative.

Ahhhh! Such a waste! 3. This poem starts really well, and I was gripped for the first four lines, but then it just turns into an awfully incoherent, crappy rant. I think my major gripe is that you appear to be trying very hard to shock the reader, but fail utterly and completely.

This isn't bad. Seems the mind doesn't go wandering much on the short stuff.