Everyone
on her treasure by amber1028
22 Dec 2003, 3:45 PM
It's difficult to feel any sympathy for the elderly when just last week an old man wandered into a playground full of children and chewed their cheeks off.
At some point in your life, you decided to write a poeme about God smoking, and about stars looking like ashes. Why?
Is this a poeme about the hustle and bustle of our hectic modern lifestyles?
Ms. Calvetti must be flattered.
You've been staring at the glaciers for to long buddy. So here's a 10! Merry Christmas
Um... You know what I look like? Hm... weird, indeed, eh? Thanks for suming things up for me! I don't see what I did to insult you, or to deserve that odd insult... but.. eh, life is life... I am I... poeple are people... you are bitch... ;)
He probably has a hemoroid named uranus.
Firm.
I'm sorry, you're right. This is a place for helpful criticism, not a place to humiliate lower writers like you. I hope we can still be friends. Besides, it wasn't a parody of your poeme. It was a parody of your face. Thanks.
Bert.
good poetry
Eternal rest grant unto her. . .
Oh, Little Bird
I don't want to see you dead
A feathery pile of green and white turd
How I'd miss you shitting on my head
I'm seeing alot of 'the's ... Try to lower the number of them and start your lines... uh.. differently.. :-D
um... I kinda hope thats not a parody of my poem? Why so harsh? I thought this was a place for some helpful critisism, not a place to humiliate the lower writer! ...
Cute, simple.
I like the feeling of dependancy, coupled with the feeling of want. And all of this expressed with bargaining, but a mutual kind. The kind that is best found with a good friend.