Re: Bleeding Hope by oftherealm	19-Apr-04/6:15 AM
Quaerion the Dark-aelfe stealthily strode through the shadows into the dimly-lit tavern, ignoring the inebriated "tally-ho!"s of the ignorant knaves around him, quietly slipping through the crowd to a table in the corner. He was clad in a dark, hooded cloak of purest Gwynthymoryan mithril-silk, and the Whisper-Bootes of Rhydrissa the Pale, and although his pale, fine features did not reflect any emotion, save perhaps for a flash in his deep green eyes that reflected a certain amount of contempt for the surroundings in which he had been fated to find himself this evening, his ringed right hand was somewhat tensely curled around the hilt of his Spirit-clay'dh-dhmore, FyreDestyny. Suddenly, a rough, oafish hand grabbed his shoulder, and a voice bellowed "Quaerion!" Quaerion whirled around, green eyes flashing, to face his oppressor -- an unutterably fat, blond-bearded man in a loincloth and a plumed helmet. "Who dares speak the name of Quaerion?!" spoke Quaerion in a quiet, commanding voice that caused all who in the tavern who were still conscious to fall silent and gaze in his direction, wondering who the powerful yet quiet hooded stranger named Quaerion could be. TO BE CONTINUED... -10-
regarding some deleted poem...	19-Apr-04/6:01 PM
"Quim"
Re: Ravings of a dreamer by SupremeDreamer	21-Apr-04/5:33 AM
So apart from spazzing out on meth-beakers and party-whazzes every tooby beeper, and writing poetry about how deviant you are, what do you actually do that's so fucking deviant? Nothing. You've just got an obsession with being different from other people, because it's the only way you can excuse your astounding mediocrity in all areas.
Re: Fulfillment by JohnnyRocker	22-Apr-04/2:27 AM
The Baker's Apprentice (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=- On this warm summer night, as I cruise effortlessly down this country road, the stars shimmering off the black hood of my car, I pause and reflect on the majesty of the universe. In the quiet solitude of this smooth endless road, I ponder creation and realize purpose. With escape from the noise of this world, the silence has made all things clear. I am here to serve my Baker. And as the cool breeze whisks at my cheeks, I am at peace.
Re: The Negro by Everyone	22-Apr-04/7:25 AM
Complete genius. However, I would recommend changing "He's soiled" to "He soils". -9-
Re: perfection show by halofriendly	22-Apr-04/8:02 AM
Jesu's Sandals are +2 against Ogres. I doubt you could afford them.
Re: The Negro by Everyone	22-Apr-04/8:12 AM
The Rajah's Morning Movement by -=Dark_Angel=- He strains; His royal fruity gas is followed By remains of what he last night swallowed: Chilled monkey brains.
Re: do androids dream? by nentwined	22-Apr-04/10:21 AM
"The question 'Can machines think?' is as ill-posed and uninteresting as the question 'Can submarines swim?'" - Edsger Dijkstra
Re: Blinking by zodiac	23-Apr-04/2:01 AM
Recently I have become fascinated with the idea of pulling one's cock out. I spend most of my day assessing the probable consequences of pulling my cock out in whatever circumstances I happen to be in.
Re: Radiation Reflections by sarah	23-Apr-04/5:19 AM
I can accept closure. But not indecent exposure.
Re: Words that the Earth has to say… by nothingtoanyone	24-Apr-04/5:06 AM
I bet you wish you were an elf. Yeah, that would be so cool, wouldn't it, to be an elf? But what if everyone else was an elf too? No, that wouldn't be as good. God, you're pathetic.
regarding some deleted poem...	24-Apr-04/6:30 AM
A disaster on wheels.
regarding some deleted poem...	25-Apr-04/9:26 AM
"Imperfection is where true beauty lies." A perfect motto for the flaccid-minded, ' artistic' teenaged girl: vague and wishy-washy enough that no definite meaning can be assigned to it, even by the author, but so manifestly absurd that one can show each of the particular possible meanings to be utter buncombe. -10-
Re: Equality by sarah	26-Apr-04/12:29 AM
You know what's worse than th insincere rhetoric of equality? This poeme. [_] AABB rhyming scheme [_] About romantic love [_] About poetry-writing [_] About suicide or self-mutilation [_] Arbitrary indentation [_] Arbitrary line breaks [_] Autobiographical but in the third person [X] Clerical errors [X] Cliched imagery (staring out of window, pits of despair) [_] Cliched rhymes (love/above etc.) [X] Devoid of alliteration or any such linguistic embellishments [X] Devoid of rhyme [_] Devoid of simile, reification or any such literary devices [_] Devoid of wond'rous or fantastical imagery [_] Drug references [_] Elves, unicorns, etc. [_] Exclamation points used to mark 'the funny bits' [_] Insipidly whimsical or zany [_] Leaving rant [X] Lower case only [X] Melodramatic [_] Naively religious or superstitious [X] Obsessed with femininity [_] Overabundance of ellipses [_] Overuse of 'depression' words (putrid, wretched, darkness, etc) [_] Pointedly unanswered questions [_] Protagonist has a smug name [X] Rage against the machine [_] References to the author's 'social life' [_] Repetition of a single word or phrase to the point of nausea [X] Sanctimoniously moral [_] Sentimental [_] Self-pity [_] Thesaurophilia [_] Use of internet shorthand or emoticons [_] Vicarious wish fulfilment Bonus comment: Kittens do not knead their mothers. -9-
Re: death by xunitedx	26-Apr-04/12:31 AM
But what happens after death? It's all a bit of a mystery, isn't it?
Re: The True Irony by thepinkbunnyofdoom	26-Apr-04/12:34 AM
You're not supposed to put your own poems in your favourites list. Well you can, but it makes you a tool.
regarding some deleted poem...	26-Apr-04/1:31 AM
You are second only to horus8 in your ability to utterly mangle the form of the limerick.
regarding some deleted poem...	26-Apr-04/12:01 PM
I take it "geek from Trinity" refers to -=Dark_Angel=-, and that I can add this to my ever-growing list of -=Dark_Angel=- tribute poemes?
Re: D.I.V.O.R.C.E. by elizabethann	26-Apr-04/3:08 PM
I thought this was going to be the pilot of a TV series about a crack team of secret agents who burst into meth labs in the middle of the night and adminster instant divorces to all the evildoers inside. I was wildly excited for a brief, sodden moment.
Re: Heat by Shardik	28-Apr-04/9:27 AM
If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd somehow turned into a Mature Poete in your absence.