The people upstairs are humping so hard it sounds like a timpani rehearsal.

This old Daguerreotype of me was taken when I was very much younger, and before the accident, but it will suffice for your purposes.

http://pix8.net/files/prbc_dark_angel.jpg

DR E CARAWAX'S PROTOTYPE CHECKLISTE MARK II

[X] Arbitrary indentation
[X] Arbitrary linebreaks
[X] Melodramatic
[X] About romantic love
[X] Protaganist is a bummer

You'd never fit all the arbitrary linebreaks onto the paper anyway.

A good try, but all poemes about escaped negroes must end with their capture. Any poeme that doesn't highlight the futility of trying to escape is only likely to rekindle that awful twinkle they get in their eyes when they think "I'm not a slave - I'm a human being". I once had to shoot a whole herd because of that.

Here is a poster I made about disabled issues:

http://www.pix8.net/files/stair_issues.jpg

Frankingsteins are much too thick to hold a pen.

Oh yes, now I see -- our imperfections are what make us special, what make us human... what make us capable of love.

You just keep telling yourself that, you second-rate failure.

So are you a student who was formerly a soldier which turned into a college, or formerly a student of soldiers which turn into colleges, or what?

I'd quite like it if you tightened the belt around your hands.

If you would just write some gruesome short stories, that would be 10 times more ace than this poetry fiddle-faddle.

LET'S SEE YOU DAAAAAANCE SUCKA YOU GOT NOTHIN ON ME

If she really was reading Lawrence, then "assurance" is bow'ls because you only chose it to rhyme with what she happened to be reading. But if she wasn't reading Lawrence, then the whole poeme is UTTERLY MORALLY BANKRUPT.

Wishy-washy fiddle-faddle. Obviously you think the more like portentous dialogue in a fantasy novel a poeme sounds, the better it is.

Along with horus8, you seem to delight in the notion that you're constantly leaping forward poetically and spiritually, unaware that you've merely enrolled in yet another new school of guff. -10-

"We can’t be everyplace at once
spinning satellites and planets like plates on poles
- yet some try."

O how true.

Wipe that stupid smile off your bum-like face, hand your badge back to the commissioner, get the hell out of my office, and for Christ's sake put some clothes on :( -10-

I really love the unconventional way you've used commas in this piece!!!!

hey guys stop being HATERS this is a great poeme because it comes from the heart and that's what really matters isn't it?/?? Sasha who are you to tell someone what to write about poetry is all about emotions and it doesn't matter what words you use if you're poeme hasn't got emotions then it isn't a poeme -10-

Great use of 'cried' to rhyme with 'side', but was her head really hung in defeat? I doubt it. You just needed her head to be hung in something that rhymed with 'feet'.