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Stephen Robins on some deleted poem 15 Apr 2005, 2:04 AM
Ace - really glad your back ranking.
Blindpoetry on a conversation by crooked_smile 14 Apr 2005, 3:24 PM
obsessive yuck
Dovina on wonder by the_poetess 14 Apr 2005, 4:18 PM
Our wonder will stay right where it is.
If he were truly an architect, he would not refer to his prints by the antiquated "blueprints" or draw their originals with compas and straight edge, but with CAD.
Unless my age deprives me of known knowledge, I thought that this was a very good piece. Well, unique, anyways.
the_poetess on In Due Time by DeadtotheWorld 14 Apr 2005, 1:30 PM
this is almost too weird but not quite
Goad on Grasping Smoke by Luzr 14 Apr 2005, 3:39 PM
I have a question for you: did she 10 every single one of your pomes the instant it appeared? And did that like totally turn you off? That would turn me off so hard that by the tenth ten I doubt I would even be able to make eye contact any more. That said, this is pretty decent pome, even though I'm a rabid anti-smoker. Though I do occasionally imbibe smoke in it's more expensive liquid form.
Dovina on believing by whispern_smoke_wisp 14 Apr 2005, 4:04 PM
Why do you expect that a god we all decide to believe in will bring peace? How many of the others have brought peace?
Dovina on Freedom by shadows 14 Apr 2005, 4:16 PM
Freedom is not realizing that the masses are safer without it.
nentwined on some deleted poem 14 Apr 2005, 10:17 AM
Very sweet.
not_a_philosopher on Let Go by PunkyPanda 14 Apr 2005, 2:34 PM
i understand the emotion and have felt it before, but you need to lighten up on the language, and edit it some before it is really good
not_a_philosopher on 16-66 by kingit 14 Apr 2005, 2:35 PM
love it
nice poem, but you are wrong, this is what it is to be alive and happy one could also say, that "i woke and could not believe i was still alive / i wished so much that i could die/ im stunned at the pain that the world is filled with / what kind of meaning can one find in this life......and afterward, when is tep out to get the paper/ i am overcome by the futility of it all/ gowing through the motions/ i feel the sharp air stabbing my lungs, look somebody just died/ this is what it is to be alive / everything is a mistake the stars / are mocking me with their happiness/ how can they enjoy being lonely/ at night i stand outside staring/ at the sky, distant planets and suns/stunned by the vast expanse of the universe/ in which i am the source of nothing/ nothing good, nothing evil/ i am nothing and am of no importance/ not even my name will be remembered just throwing that out there -megan
Sashaclese on Butterfly Plague by zodiac 14 Apr 2005, 5:02 PM
Well, you see? You convinced me to vote, and a god-almighty vote it is, indeed. And self-righteous, and controversy-evoking. Stay mediocre, yo. --0--
This is remarkable. Sweet and smooth. Very well done.
Stunning! Crisp and clean. Remarkably distant sounding with so much more emotion hinted at actually said.
Oh, lovely!
Sweet Jesus! The Best AIDS poem ever.
Clearly the work of a master, a ribald genius to rival the very originator of the English Literature. I respectfully doff my head covering in your general direction, sirrah.
Goad on Butterfly Plague by zodiac 15 Apr 2005, 4:17 AM
Muted, soft, grey and lovely; with a flash of exhilaration at the end. Wonderful.