on play to win by peaceseeker
12 Aug 2003, 3:21 PM
A good effort but it doesn't rhyme very well. Keep working at it, though! You'll get there!
on some deleted poem
31 Jul 2003, 7:59 AM
I think black people are quite good. What do you think?
on My Show at the Whiskey a Go Go on the 26th of August 2003 by Jeremi B. Handrinos
26 Aug 2003, 3:42 AM
Do you really know Rufus Wainwright? I saw him once on "Later with Jools Holland" on BBC 2. Playing "Foolish Love". Quite good.
on black by sk8rs_rule_all
31 Jul 2003, 4:49 PM
what a bum crushingly pointless block of text
on My Show at the Whiskey a Go Go on the 26th of August 2003 by Jeremi B. Handrinos
27 Aug 2003, 1:56 PM
well?
on some deleted poem
25 Aug 2003, 3:50 PM
mortification at daybreak (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-
here; with the wind in my massive face,
knee-deep in dung
I was trodden underfoot
by a vast herd of goats that, like you, were nude;
where as woman and pancake,
we made wordless love beneath the stars,
but when you saw fit
to casually unveil your browned primary nodule
I observed woman-filth on a whopping scale,
as though someone had forced me to watch an entire episode of "Sex and the City"
and I realised then what an utter wally I had been.
here; with the wind in my massive face,
knee-deep in dung
I was trodden underfoot
by a vast herd of goats that, like you, were nude;
where as woman and pancake,
we made wordless love beneath the stars,
but when you saw fit
to casually unveil your browned primary nodule
I observed woman-filth on a whopping scale,
as though someone had forced me to watch an entire episode of "Sex and the City"
and I realised then what an utter wally I had been.
on some deleted poem
19 Aug 2003, 5:13 PM
yes quite. My motto has always been that we're all Christians - only SOME of us choose not to be...
I just pray that those without Christ can find as much meaning in their lives as I have in mine. Because without Jesus life becomes meaningless. Our wealths, our values, our lusts, our desires, our hopes, our fears, our dreams, our realities, our fictions, our actions and our reactions serve no purpose...
even our mottoes become meaningless.
I just pray that those without Christ can find as much meaning in their lives as I have in mine. Because without Jesus life becomes meaningless. Our wealths, our values, our lusts, our desires, our hopes, our fears, our dreams, our realities, our fictions, our actions and our reactions serve no purpose...
even our mottoes become meaningless.
on some deleted poem
18 Aug 2003, 6:10 PM
on Musings: Willow Sculpture by SupremeDreamer
10 Aug 2003, 10:15 AM
Do you know what this poeme sounds like to me? It sounds like you thought about "weeping willows", and whenever you couldn't think of a word, or you could think of a word but wanted a better word meaning something similar, you looked in a dictionary or thesaurus to try and find the most sophisticated word you could, and then used that instead. The result is the slantiest pile of pretentious "you cause me to ruminate" verse I have ever seen. What a mess. Like Dante meets bosh in a crack lounge. I would urge anyone reading the words: ruminate, lachrymose, enshrouding, legion, decrepit or opprobrium, to picture the 17 year old SupremeDreamer earnestly leafing through the dictionary in search of said word, with an uncompromisingly learned expression on his bloated face. As far as I can see, if you are barely literate then your only chance to hit the big leagues as writer is to become a ballsy Y2K slam-street poete. Personally, I prefer a fusion of flash-dance with MC Hammer shit.
on some deleted poem
7 Aug 2003, 4:34 PM
Ace line breaks.
on The Smell of Wolves by rusty
5 Aug 2003, 3:25 PM
No shit dude. I was raised by prawnes actually. Did you know the one thing a prawne fears most is an EXOSKELLINGTON?
on American Eden by Don-Quixote
4 Aug 2003, 6:34 AM
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Line 19: self pity => self-pity
Line 21: its => it's
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Line 3: societies => society's
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on A Circle Starts with C by rusty
31 Jul 2003, 4:52 PM
What the fuck does "percision" mean? This poeme made me feel malcontent.
on something by sk8rs_rule_all
31 Jul 2003, 4:54 PM
wow you must have been in a bonkers mood when u wrote this ur so wacky and zany i can't keep up with u jeepers your cr4zy!!!!10
on some deleted poem
31 Jul 2003, 8:40 AM
mammarys of Paris (Free verse) by richa
mammary;
the succulent lactate gland
-------------------------------------wit
-------------------------------------suc
to just
the mere husk
of a once priceless udder.
-------------------------------------Fee
milk,
like a giant booby
-------------------------------------by the nipple
floating high in the sky
(balloon
-------------------------------------of my wild thoughts)
popped by the Eiffel Tower, the lover-tit parks
(on someone's face)
mammary;
the succulent lactate gland
-------------------------------------wit
-------------------------------------suc
to just
the mere husk
of a once priceless udder.
-------------------------------------Fee
milk,
like a giant booby
-------------------------------------by the nipple
floating high in the sky
(balloon
-------------------------------------of my wild thoughts)
popped by the Eiffel Tower, the lover-tit parks
(on someone's face)
on Snake Oil: A Deadication by OneFingerAnswer
31 Jul 2003, 7:51 AM
Probably the most appallingly executed limerick since horus8's epoch-making masterpiece, "AIDS in a crayon". 10 out of 10 for effort, though!
on some deleted poem
1 Aug 2003, 6:36 AM
A really excellent poeme.
on The Call Of Cannons by SupremeDreamer
31 Jul 2003, 7:55 AM
Great use of "dope" to rhyme with "hope".
on Angel by abecedarian
7 Aug 2003, 5:31 AM
As a committed Christian, I found this piece to be rather lewd and distasteful.