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Soft Speak; Hard Emotion (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

Weeks pass by Your not here Did the maid go with you? Because he isn't here either I confess My nervousness I expected this to not work out *nervous breathe* Was I right? I give you my hand I want to guide you To happiness I thought thats all you wanted I hesitantly take my hand away It got numb from your coldness You ask if I'm ok, "Why are you like this?" My temper rages; *yells, "You know why!"* I get up, to my feet Shock painted all over your face I whisper, "See you at home... Dear." She leaves with the maid. Do i give you my jacket So you can walk across the muddy water? No. Just ask the maid! He'll clean it up! And I hope you don't mind I fired the maid He didn't do his job He made this life harder! So leave with him I don't care (leave with him) I won't sit and stare (leave with him) I'll just *yells: go outside and save myself*

horus8 4-Feb-04/6:27 PM
You are the darkest ninja ever, I know you think I'm a total cad, because well, I am, but you have taught me more about writing in two years than I would ever care to list.

But here is a try:

1. Nudity, is and always has been sacred, and if not it's still a great way to check for genital herpes prior to intercourse, and or anal cauliflower.

2. Uranus, though impossible to get to, would be beautiful if we could.

3. Tribal drum beats can be used for more than just sex and cooking, it's a great way to get the hippies out of the high traffic areas at hot spots.

4.You are only as good as your butler.

5. You are only as tame as your beard.

6. Johdpurs do exceptional things, even for the hips of the handicapped and or minority polo player, jockies, (a)equestrians.

7. All great writers need gimicks, I have Spuna...
you have prawns and other sub orders of various things.
shoes, clergy, old people etc...

8. At last, but not least, new age wiccan ass hats and goth cutters and suicide saturated sissies, bipolar bird lovers, and hippies that make beer coasters out of cork? Should be immediately executed with slighly boiled peeled potatoes shot from a high pressure air cannon. Well, maybe not totally 'that' in a nut shell, but that's the joy of reading poetry? It is what you want it to be, unless you're a total dick fluff, and think the clear channel is actually clear.




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