some deleted user
on To MY Mother by daveslady
4 Mar 2004, 10:39 PM
WOW! Powerful!
Very touching... emotional, really enjoyable
It was good until you used the word "fuck"...
If any of you at all seemed even halfway open to real critical comments, this site probably wouldn't be such a depressing, soul-blackening mindfuck. Don't you think?
"vituperation" - good word.
clever poem[e]
Wooo im in a singing mood hahaha!!! yeah its a slow song so when i go YOU it doesnt mean im yelling i was just making clear to yawl that HE was the one who started the foray not me :) kk !
Very passionate write. I really enjoyed it.
very descriptive write.
SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU'''''''''RRRRRR
wonderful poem, I enjoyed it very much.
First read. "slow dance tarantella" according to blah blah blah, the tarantella is a lively dance. I thought about a National Geographic that had an article on Argentina and it's survival which is due in part to the Tango. I saw a couple of things in this and I didn't like subterranean. gotta run. I'll get back with you later.
This should go back to the... I don't know what it should go back to, but it is not good.
Cold
Needs a bit of filling in. No feeling of lingering.
wonderful write
I don't quite get this one. I seem to see a grave occupied by a spider-bitten person doing a dance.
terrible is the under-statement of the centry and you have the nerve, oh well i thought this site was about poetry, but seems as though it is just another bulletin board for people to pick on one another with no real thought of what is accually going on, so for this i say adu, and will now leave this dreadful site for i can go anywhere on the net and find this crap
With this piece, you have balmilised a dumpling that is Beyond Thunderdome. It fails so utterly, that no amount constructive criticism could hoist it from the plunging U-bend to the giddy heights of a lingering death on the toilet bowl, smeared against the porcelain slopes like a squashed urchin. No my friend, this dropping is destined to remain below the waterline, where it shall wallow and sob in a state of appalling agony until the last days of its miserably short life are utterly spent. It's time to pull the chain and move on, lest the contemplation of one stool should hamper the coiling of t'other. Good try though! -10-
Often at night I wake up to sound of my own screams, and then I realise that I have just based my entire personality on my love for a hot beverage.