on He by BigB
30 Aug 2004, 11:02 AM
"But you never did came"? Good one, very Arkansass.
on Out goes the baby with the garbage by INTRANSIT
30 Aug 2004, 11:08 AM
Far out.
on Mephistophelian Seductress by SupremeDreamer
29 Aug 2004, 2:31 AM
Sounds like a threnody.
on The Downfall of a Pagan Man by somemorepoetry
18 Aug 2004, 6:53 AM
Epic
on I Dream..... by frdup717
29 Jul 2004, 9:47 PM
Death by vagina.
on some deleted poem
17 Aug 2004, 11:21 PM
I was born and raised in the San Gabriel mountains.
on Guess the place! by Patsy
17 Aug 2004, 11:31 PM
Is it Uranus?
on MY HEART REMEMBERS by massangel62
30 Jul 2004, 1:56 PM
I came to read this because I thought your name was 'massangil' like the douche.
on Mors Omnia Solvit by shit
29 Jul 2004, 9:46 PM
Christ, that was bleak... What the fuck is wrong with you? Pickled?
on some deleted poem
29 Jul 2004, 9:48 PM
"mostly long gone."
lose 'long' when you edit next.
lose 'long' when you edit next.
on some deleted poem
29 Jul 2004, 9:50 PM
And how you can insert Birch trees into a contemporary vagina monologue is appalling,
not that I can spell appaling, but I think I took a clean drunk stab at it.
not that I can spell appaling, but I think I took a clean drunk stab at it.
on Fragile by QuirkyWonder
29 Jul 2004, 9:52 PM
oh dear that was like squashed emo droppings, totally gross, you fucking SUCK!
on Counting seconds for blowing this world up by Prince of Void
29 Jul 2004, 9:54 PM
That was a skid mark, really, did the world lie to you son? Pull up your britches, and learn to lie better.
on some deleted poem
29 Jul 2004, 9:57 PM
I've seen smattered bug strewn across nine hour road tripped windows with more sole, you cad.
on The recovery room by katinchina
29 Jul 2004, 10:18 PM
The Kitchen ( A Free curse) By Capt. Napkin
Fat eyes pleading
Plump hands reaching out
Obese gravy stuffed dumplings
Lifeless
Pugeot smells of life drinking spirits
Plummish smells of deaf defeated pots and pans
Old crapes on sheets, old flour on him
Nectarine hair, bloating rumps
"The illusion of health and food full bellies"?
A cornucopia of...Corn...
Starving for pop
Still clinging to aluminum, clamoring for salt
"The smell of death I met miles outside"?
Inside, the Kitchen gleamed with new dishes to break my momma tongue against like a wounded
seal on the dingy of infidelity, and a filthy
floor.
Fat eyes pleading
Plump hands reaching out
Obese gravy stuffed dumplings
Lifeless
Pugeot smells of life drinking spirits
Plummish smells of deaf defeated pots and pans
Old crapes on sheets, old flour on him
Nectarine hair, bloating rumps
"The illusion of health and food full bellies"?
A cornucopia of...Corn...
Starving for pop
Still clinging to aluminum, clamoring for salt
"The smell of death I met miles outside"?
Inside, the Kitchen gleamed with new dishes to break my momma tongue against like a wounded
seal on the dingy of infidelity, and a filthy
floor.
on some deleted poem
8 Sep 2004, 12:07 PM
Maybe...
You do realize that this is the same poem you've been writing to your Dad, Jesus, your boyfriend, and the rapists for some time now.
You do realize that this is the same poem you've been writing to your Dad, Jesus, your boyfriend, and the rapists for some time now.
on Licking An Ashtray by Blindpoetry
8 Sep 2004, 12:09 PM
A roaring flea.
on Coldfront by klosterfobik
11 Sep 2004, 5:35 PM
go