on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 6:25 PM
Bravo! Excellent writing.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 8:53 AM
when random's not random it's torture.
on some deleted poem
3 Sep 2002, 7:38 AM
To "Cry uncle" is an American colloquilism. It's a game played as a child. You chase someone down and hold them there, all the while spitting in their face or applying nuggies, (do have nuggies in England?) til they say the word 'uncle'. Then you let them go. It's a game used to establish pecking ordered. I never thought about it being an Americanism.
on Conversation Piece by timfowler
3 Sep 2002, 7:48 AM
Nice, The :'s and the ;'s are distracting especially in the 1st & 2nd lines. Maybe they have some cryptic meaning I'm to obtuse to understand. In the last stanza the prep. phrase is so long I forgot what the subject of the sentence was. Awkward. Nice but awkward.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 8:41 AM
Yes well it was written under the spell of a very sexy man. I'll try e-mailing you today. It's labor day here. The whole nation's on holiday, expect of course for the major stores and restaurants. It was so hot yesterday the rubber seals on my car windows started melting.
on Through the eyes of life by Angel_of_fait
2 Sep 2002, 9:22 PM
For the sake of my own sanity I'm going to believe you're actually a grown-up pretending to be a 14yr old who writes bad poetry. This can't be serious. It's completely illogical that someone who can read could write this poorly.
on Autumn Songs by timfowler
2 Sep 2002, 9:25 PM
What exactly is it you're about?
on you're never alone by nentwined
2 Sep 2002, 9:26 PM
What exactly are you writing about?
on God's Rod (toilet drink poem) by horus8
2 Sep 2002, 9:40 PM
Terrific. Came up on random. The jesus/devil metaphors are funny and, best of all, accurate. The last stanza is pure sunday school.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 8:52 AM
I don't know what you're talking about, but I still like this. She's upset. Acouple of littl things i'd obsess over working out, but there really not even impportant enough to mention.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 9:04 AM
Also the last stanza in Untitled I wrote in my head when I ran into him last winter.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 9:01 AM
He's this amazingly talented painter. Bastard son of a well respected local Dr. and a working class Mexican girl. He's completely insane. We were completely in love, but it was so intense and so conflicted we ended up torturing each other. We were dying together, and I probably would have been willing to continue if it weren't for my boy. The boy saved me. You'll be seeing more of him. November's Fugitive is about him. I'll repost it.
on somewhere between alpha and omega by crin
2 Sep 2002, 9:15 AM
I don't know who could have given this a zero. It's well balanced and pretty. The 1st & 2nd stanzas are perfectly constructed. This would make a great song. And the last line reminds of how foolish it is to fall in love.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 9:21 AM
It's OK now. I have a great life. I'm surrounded by beautiful, loving, smart people. I wouldn't change a thing. I hope someday to feel that kind of intensity again, but I still know how blessed I am to have all I have.
on The Astronomer's Lament by Christof
2 Sep 2002, 9:26 AM
A beauty indeed. Sweet Selene, even the tides arrange themselves to her mood.
on wHEN mY wATER rUNS dRY by Sigh'ense...
2 Sep 2002, 9:35 AM
I love the sentiment but the last lines in the first and second stanzas frustrate me. I want them to glide better.
on somewhere between alpha and omega by crin
2 Sep 2002, 11:53 AM
I always love pretty things. There's no grandeur in crin's poem. Maybe you've got some wrong ideas about me.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 6:30 PM
Original use of words and images. A bit confusing especially stanza 3. Who cares.
on The Astronomer's Lament by Christof
2 Sep 2002, 8:45 AM
The more I read this the more it speaks. 5 yrs. is a long time, and they never collided did they? They fell apart.
on some deleted poem
2 Sep 2002, 9:07 AM
I'm the luckiest girl in the world.