on Goddess of the vineyard by INTRANSIT
11 Jun 2003, 12:44 PM
and bare feet. (I'll send you my edit from last night, it obviously didn't reach you, stand by).
on some deleted poem
11 Jun 2003, 12:45 PM
Weird.
on some deleted poem
11 Jun 2003, 12:47 PM
Picasso.
on some deleted poem
11 Jun 2003, 12:50 PM
This poem flows like cholesterol in Dom Delouis.
You make it impossible for anyone to read it, why?
Why in the fuck would you do that? Such a simple thought and message, and you've been waiting your
whole fucking life to say it, and it comes out like this? You are A GAFF PICASSO CHICK. Use an axe, it's more effecient.
You make it impossible for anyone to read it, why?
Why in the fuck would you do that? Such a simple thought and message, and you've been waiting your
whole fucking life to say it, and it comes out like this? You are A GAFF PICASSO CHICK. Use an axe, it's more effecient.
on Ga-go, a Filippino play, by a not Filippino man. by Jeremi B. Handrinos
12 Jun 2003, 8:12 AM
Is this what you do while I sleep Jeremi? Please vote NO PEOPLE TO THE sag merger my buddy Esai Morales said so.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 8:23 AM
The hooker* exploded upon insertion of the pufferfish**.
*marshmallow
**marshmallow
*marshmallow
**marshmallow
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 8:30 AM
Hobble
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 8:50 AM
The Whirr (Free verse) by Craychus
Edited by H8
It is today again.
Tomorrow,
is also going to be today, again.
Get my drift?
The greatness of my futile vision
As I sit square, and straight.
Melting into the cold grill
under my steamed glass window.
Catching pulses of life
occassionally shuffle by.
Shuffle shuffle gone.
The deafening shuffle
scrapes upon the
paper thin hollowness
all too long.
Revealing the yawning
gape of truth
underneath and
in between.
Where, one day, I
will dive in
with whispers and screams to
soften its black walls.
The faces of my loved ones
frozen & cracked,
like the reflection in mirrors
I pass to often.
Today,
has become yesterday already,
and so will tomorrow
become today tomorrow
Moaning in slow motion.
While I refuse to learn.
[Would that help, no, probably not]
I yearn for
the bliss of instant relief.
In that one second
when life’s tape ends.
The whirr
The whirr of rewind
begins, but I'm thinking
that it was there all along.
My wounds disappear.
My strength replenished.
Then the whir fades back,
from where it came
Leaving me knowing
I will hurt again.
Edited by H8
It is today again.
Tomorrow,
is also going to be today, again.
Get my drift?
The greatness of my futile vision
As I sit square, and straight.
Melting into the cold grill
under my steamed glass window.
Catching pulses of life
occassionally shuffle by.
Shuffle shuffle gone.
The deafening shuffle
scrapes upon the
paper thin hollowness
all too long.
Revealing the yawning
gape of truth
underneath and
in between.
Where, one day, I
will dive in
with whispers and screams to
soften its black walls.
The faces of my loved ones
frozen & cracked,
like the reflection in mirrors
I pass to often.
Today,
has become yesterday already,
and so will tomorrow
become today tomorrow
Moaning in slow motion.
While I refuse to learn.
[Would that help, no, probably not]
I yearn for
the bliss of instant relief.
In that one second
when life’s tape ends.
The whirr
The whirr of rewind
begins, but I'm thinking
that it was there all along.
My wounds disappear.
My strength replenished.
Then the whir fades back,
from where it came
Leaving me knowing
I will hurt again.
on Jellybean Land by JoyLuck
12 Jun 2003, 9:27 AM
flu would work better than poo because it has poo in it with barf piss and fever stink. aye?
on Fate Sucks by Kitch
12 Jun 2003, 9:35 AM
Heeker, is a hermetic geek that leaks.
No, it means, not to shabby.
But if you ever fucking 6 my prostitute series again
I'll fucking bring the heek and cook it over your abdomen in jerk sauce with rice pilaf and eat pudding out of your arm pits Kitch, I'm serious, you are not a good enough writer yet to six my prostitute series. I will let you know when you are, trust me.
Now this poem above me is a perfect example of a six, there is a difference between a 7 and a six, Kitch this is a six.
No, it means, not to shabby.
But if you ever fucking 6 my prostitute series again
I'll fucking bring the heek and cook it over your abdomen in jerk sauce with rice pilaf and eat pudding out of your arm pits Kitch, I'm serious, you are not a good enough writer yet to six my prostitute series. I will let you know when you are, trust me.
Now this poem above me is a perfect example of a six, there is a difference between a 7 and a six, Kitch this is a six.
on Her Smile's Salvation by Win
12 Jun 2003, 9:39 AM
God, I lost the feeling in my legs reading that... wait a minute? I don't even have legs. ARGHHHHHHH.
on one starry night by crwncka1
12 Jun 2003, 10:47 AM
You are a bundle of dynamite by golly, it's locust, by the way.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 10:53 AM
It's not as bad as my sister(god's wife, made it).
Whirls is mispelt and there is a series of unnecessary colons, that's all.
Whirls is mispelt and there is a series of unnecessary colons, that's all.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 6:45 PM
You're right, just like that.
on Way She Makes Me Feel by capachijim
12 Jun 2003, 7:04 PM
"(words to Aeries’ Theme from FF7)" What does that mean? You didn't write this? Because, this unlike your other work is tolerable, so I'm just assuming that's because you copied it, right?!
on Way She Makes Me Feel by capachijim
12 Jun 2003, 7:06 PM
Did you mean Aries? As in the greek gos of war, or Aeries, as in 'an' tuskless walrus? Because, i need to know for personal reasons.
on Something You'll never understand by thepinkbunnyofdoom
12 Jun 2003, 7:22 PM
lol. You're right. Good god you are the pinkbunnyof doom. I mean, yeah, I had my doubts but never again this is indeed something I will never understand (at least not while you're in earshot) I'm sure whe you're gone though... We'll bust this fucker open like a pinata and analyse your horribly obvious flaws, such as mouthing cock and touching your bum (when you're asleep we'll talk behing your bunny trailor). Which will be at 9:00 pm I imagine from the parental rating on this poem of rated (T) for toddlers. Don't you ever attack, or get passionate about something pink bunny, I mean for the love of piss! bring the DOOM not the loom?
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 8:35 PM
lovely.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 8:51 PM
Perhaps, you should call him an "ass-hat"? A very poignant word created by razorgrin I believe.
on lucid building peace by nolan
12 Jun 2003, 9:21 PM
loquidy? Bravo, may I put a picture of Mao in?