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SupremeDreamer (Free verse) by Nirvana13666

A frigid look An empty bedroom Living inside a dead mind I look out and only see black I am blind to colors that bleed bright The solstice of my life is over Solitude has begun I shiver at the thought of your frigid looks Pain is a remedy for my delusion You aren’t even there anymore Yet your stares turn my blood cold I wish you wanted me I wish you hadn’t forgotten the way I hate I died yesterday Today it’s just my dead body wanting Wanting to feel alive again

horus8 24-Sep-03/11:29 AM
You can't boil a boiled egg, but I can swallow one whole.

1. Key point: drug induced ramblings are boring.

2. Not as boring as you, but boring none the less.
That's why I don't write them anymore, but enjoy taking the ones I've written in the past and re-editing them to educate the younger poets as to the draw backs of self loathing.

3. If you could properly eat and walk. I'm sure you'd
ramble too. though it would be face first onto a cock
a ramble none the less!

4. God, I hope you didn't write that poem above because...
It really is hopeless, and to put it bluntly and quote myself it's "A home run of shit".

5. Carl Sagan once said "Ego's are like collapsing stars, unless you're crippled or in a wheelchair than they are
simply black holes" I never knew what he meant 'till now?

6. I am however in possession of a lot of creativity and
Intelligence, and I'm sorry it wasn't contagious, toodlepip.
I will, of course, be shoving the first half of my book onto this poem anyway. Choke on it. lol.




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