on Hinged by Imperfections
23 Jan 2003, 12:42 PM
I like the way you've used hinges to symbolise your struggle to come to terms with abortion.
on some deleted poem
28 Jan 2003, 12:43 AM
"User has to wait until 3-Feb-03/8:35 PM before posting new poetry."
PRAISE JESU
PRAISE JESU
on A Little Nightmare by Teen14
1 Feb 2003, 7:25 AM
Great poeme, Teen14! I especially like your rhymings of "try" with "die", "friend" with "end", and "black" with... "hat". Keep up the good work! 10!!!!!!!!!
on Thursday by w~* ATHENA *~w
31 Jan 2003, 6:56 AM
Yes, very good! It's not really the heroes that are heroes, but the people with disabilities who are heroes. Because their heroism isn't in the finger that pulls the trigger, or the foot that kicks someone in the groin, or the entire body that flies an F-19 stealth fighter straight into someone's face. It's in their hearts. It's in their souls. And it's in their hideously contorted facial expressions. Besides, I doubt most of them are even capable of pulling a trigger, let alone comprehending what the strange metallic object they hold in their hands is actually for. 10/10!
on Guilt by Freethinker1602
29 Jan 2003, 4:35 AM
Why are all your poemes so racist? Black people have just as much right to bask on this planet as you or I. But you won't even let them come out at night to feed. How dare you!?
on Melancholy Tale by aperfecttool77
28 Jan 2003, 12:10 AM
How is this a poeme? All you've done is written some prose and then added a line break after every clause. I'm sure you'll be a popular poete in no time!!!! 10
on some deleted poem
28 Jan 2003, 12:31 AM
Snot for the beak of fart
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Turding smell has choken noose
Queering all my reams
No bum shaving blows my stain
Or smears my truffled creams
Turding males now rearce my lech
As boysion dills my gayns
I quail in whorement, thigh for kelp
Wet holo I sustain
And wipe are poo brown by my hide
You clam-hair leather bend
My schmucking soap you spermed in swell
Goo lair-hive spleen-cunt hemmed
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Turding smell has choken noose
Queering all my reams
No bum shaving blows my stain
Or smears my truffled creams
Turding males now rearce my lech
As boysion dills my gayns
I quail in whorement, thigh for kelp
Wet holo I sustain
And wipe are poo brown by my hide
You clam-hair leather bend
My schmucking soap you spermed in swell
Goo lair-hive spleen-cunt hemmed
on some deleted poem
28 Jan 2003, 12:39 AM
ALL YOUR POEMES SOUND THE SAME;
THEY USE THE SAME RHYME SCHEME.
TRY TO USE A DIFFERENT ONE.
IT WILL MAKE YOU CREAM.
ALSO, YOU SHOULD PUNCTUATE.
IT MAKES YOU SEEM LESS THICK.
BLAH-DI-BLAH-DI-BLAH-DI-BLAH
DOO-DAH-DIDDLE DICK
THEY USE THE SAME RHYME SCHEME.
TRY TO USE A DIFFERENT ONE.
IT WILL MAKE YOU CREAM.
ALSO, YOU SHOULD PUNCTUATE.
IT MAKES YOU SEEM LESS THICK.
BLAH-DI-BLAH-DI-BLAH-DI-BLAH
DOO-DAH-DIDDLE DICK
on some deleted poem
26 Jan 2003, 5:35 AM
You should get this recorded! That chorus is completely ace!
on some deleted poem
26 Jan 2003, 6:16 AM
Wait, don't tell me... is it you waking up after a heavy night with your face in a tramp's crapping arse?
on some deleted poem
25 Jan 2003, 1:31 PM
It's just a strength thing, you need to be patient
on some deleted poem
23 Jan 2003, 3:51 PM
I think you mean "perilous". 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
on One Moment to the Other (v2) by nentwined
2 Feb 2003, 7:09 PM
What the fuck is this? HUH? COOK PASS BABTRIDGE
on Savior Self by OneFingerAnswer
2 Feb 2003, 6:59 PM
1. "Savior" is spelled "savior", not "savoir". "Savoir" is the French verb to know.
2. Jesu is the Savior. He never fell.
3. The second, third and fourth verses are complete nonsense. They don't make any sense. They're just random bits of angst that rhyme. Your heart doesn't beat on your spine. That doesn't even make sense as a metaphor.
4. It's perfectly possible to be able to help others but not help oneself. Indeede, one might argue that the idea of helping oneself is buncombe. One does not help oneself to go to the gentleman's chamber. One merely goes. I think you have become confused because of phrases like "Help yourself to some fucking pie." A similar principle applies to being a savior without being a self-savior.
This is a truly bad poeme. The only good part is the hilarious pun in the title. By 'hilarious' I mean 'skdhfajlsdfhlkasjhf'.
2. Jesu is the Savior. He never fell.
3. The second, third and fourth verses are complete nonsense. They don't make any sense. They're just random bits of angst that rhyme. Your heart doesn't beat on your spine. That doesn't even make sense as a metaphor.
4. It's perfectly possible to be able to help others but not help oneself. Indeede, one might argue that the idea of helping oneself is buncombe. One does not help oneself to go to the gentleman's chamber. One merely goes. I think you have become confused because of phrases like "Help yourself to some fucking pie." A similar principle applies to being a savior without being a self-savior.
This is a truly bad poeme. The only good part is the hilarious pun in the title. By 'hilarious' I mean 'skdhfajlsdfhlkasjhf'.
on some deleted poem
28 Jan 2003, 12:17 AM
WOW YOU'RE REALLY IN MY FACE WITH YOUR SWEARING.
1. Voices don't actually fill your head. Don't try to be crazy when you're clearly not.
2. You haven't led any past lives.
3. "Love that I did know" & "Only pain does show" are the worst two lines ever written, ever.
4. See above.
1. Voices don't actually fill your head. Don't try to be crazy when you're clearly not.
2. You haven't led any past lives.
3. "Love that I did know" & "Only pain does show" are the worst two lines ever written, ever.
4. See above.
on some deleted poem
31 Jan 2003, 6:30 AM
Sometimes the wind blows in my armchair, too!
on Everything & Nothing by aperfecttool77
28 Jan 2003, 12:12 AM
HOW DOES TH