on The deafening silence in the world or something by Bachus
7 Mar 2003, 6:57 PM
you superstar
under par
jamie farr
corca colar
one night spent in zanzibar
thats whut this generation needs.
i fuckinsuck. hypercrit me.
Iron maiden rocks the third world.
here's ten cents for a new tent, sven.
under par
jamie farr
corca colar
one night spent in zanzibar
thats whut this generation needs.
i fuckinsuck. hypercrit me.
Iron maiden rocks the third world.
here's ten cents for a new tent, sven.
on the realzz by bxjay170
8 Feb 2003, 11:53 AM
drow.
on Prose poem written in 1 minute and 27 seconds while listening to Slim Cessna croon by poetandknowit
3 Feb 2003, 7:40 AM
OMG.
on if only you could read my mind love by sk8boardandpoems
7 Mar 2003, 7:06 PM
~sigh~
young love and longing,
the burning crush of simple incompleteness
and a tender lust.
and here I am in my cell
unbreakable bands of spacetime
to overcome in teaspoonfulls.
here is a number from a hat.
young love and longing,
the burning crush of simple incompleteness
and a tender lust.
and here I am in my cell
unbreakable bands of spacetime
to overcome in teaspoonfulls.
here is a number from a hat.
on Unholy War by marvelis
7 Mar 2003, 7:00 PM
barely...
...nice sentiment, though.
THUS SPEAKS THE MAN FROM CANUCKISTAN
...nice sentiment, though.
THUS SPEAKS THE MAN FROM CANUCKISTAN
on some deleted poem
7 Mar 2003, 6:27 PM
i love
my love
i love
lie of
i above
eye olive
live holly
my lolly
high loaded
fried toaded
mastered bloated
plastered floated
moated stoat
future coated
branches sticking
to my sides
aaaaaaan
rusty chains pushing back
us in painted t-shirts
grass-stained, omnivorous
lovers, whose fingers touching firstly
and electrical
like black adhesive tape, shiny and sticking
blocking
i can't breath now screaminnnng flailing for you but you left. long longggggggggleaf
fleelleaf leaf feeelfeeelfeel feeel too much ooob bomym mbommyummeemow
meemow cast me out you cast me out
and i broke
my love
i love
lie of
i above
eye olive
live holly
my lolly
high loaded
fried toaded
mastered bloated
plastered floated
moated stoat
future coated
branches sticking
to my sides
aaaaaaan
rusty chains pushing back
us in painted t-shirts
grass-stained, omnivorous
lovers, whose fingers touching firstly
and electrical
like black adhesive tape, shiny and sticking
blocking
i can't breath now screaminnnng flailing for you but you left. long longggggggggleaf
fleelleaf leaf feeelfeeelfeel feeel too much ooob bomym mbommyummeemow
meemow cast me out you cast me out
and i broke
on some deleted poem
7 Mar 2003, 6:18 PM
magnificent.
nnnome
eeeeeeeeeeeee.ovm.
manigtito jahoagme <= having some kind of breakdown, or just tired fingers?
\\//
//\\ marks the spot where I withered
and i think my arm has
crumblied
and fingers plupped
oh deeeee are
SNAP!
Grrrreat peice. piece. peice. police. peace. police. peace. POLICE! peace. please. peace.
TEN
nnnome
eeeeeeeeeeeee.ovm.
manigtito jahoagme <= having some kind of breakdown, or just tired fingers?
\\//
//\\ marks the spot where I withered
and i think my arm has
crumblied
and fingers plupped
oh deeeee are
SNAP!
Grrrreat peice. piece. peice. police. peace. police. peace. POLICE! peace. please. peace.
TEN
on Beggar's Indulgence by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
17 Feb 2003, 11:41 AM
brrrrrrrrill.
on The Gentleman by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
17 Feb 2003, 11:42 AM
Oh, you. 9.
on The Drunkest ever by horus8
5 Mar 2003, 8:56 AM
Grimey, like a shuffle in the downtown sludge, open bardoors breathing the stink of liquor
and piss
and old men, their pockmarcked skin flaking hopeless desire.
"Dead is the drunkest that you can get,
but I haven't been that drunk yet."
-Martin Tielli
and piss
and old men, their pockmarcked skin flaking hopeless desire.
"Dead is the drunkest that you can get,
but I haven't been that drunk yet."
-Martin Tielli
on Something for Lynn by Jeremi B. Handrinos
5 Mar 2003, 8:19 AM
my guts feel wobbley
on Revelation ( 666 ) by Mr Pig
1 Mar 2003, 8:19 PM
Bill Z. Bub breaks into song:
"666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me"
-Iron Maiden, "The Number of the Beast"
Ah, nothing like the classics.
"666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me"
-Iron Maiden, "The Number of the Beast"
Ah, nothing like the classics.
on Grampa's Proverb by OneFingerAnswer
5 Feb 2003, 8:15 AM
Aside from the massacre of the word phoenix, the syllable count is wrong.
Still not bad.
How about:
"when man uses flame
to kill a phoenix, he makes
his own enemy"
or
"a new enemy"
Either way. Unless you don't care that it's not a Haiku, in which case, it's cool.
Still not bad.
How about:
"when man uses flame
to kill a phoenix, he makes
his own enemy"
or
"a new enemy"
Either way. Unless you don't care that it's not a Haiku, in which case, it's cool.
on Harry Potter and the philosophers stone by ==Doylum
5 Feb 2003, 7:55 AM
Sometimes the stream of consciousness is polluted and all the fishies wash up on the shore.
on some deleted poem
1 Mar 2003, 6:00 AM
The last 3 stanzas had me jumping in my chair, shouting YES DAMMIT YES THAT'S IT!
on some deleted poem
7 Feb 2003, 2:09 PM
you are special.
I give you the highest compliment imaginable: you are a knockoff.
"gasp! such high praise!"
I give you the highest compliment imaginable: you are a knockoff.
"gasp! such high praise!"
on The Feild In Which I Live by Fear of Garbage
28 Feb 2003, 8:40 PM
i before e.
what does it mean?
e after i,
this poem is fine.
in fact i think it may haunt my confined sleep tonight.
the mouth on the face of the man spitting blood,
breathing life and death by the fence...
brrrrrrrrr.
what does it mean?
e after i,
this poem is fine.
in fact i think it may haunt my confined sleep tonight.
the mouth on the face of the man spitting blood,
breathing life and death by the fence...
brrrrrrrrr.
on Ten new questions from Dan Rather by horus8
28 Feb 2003, 8:30 PM
love h8 love h8
the massacre was self induced!
your mind is a fucking supernova
and the lense on my telescope has a scratch right across the middle.
punkrock.
teeters,
William Zanzibar Bubbington
the massacre was self induced!
your mind is a fucking supernova
and the lense on my telescope has a scratch right across the middle.
punkrock.
teeters,
William Zanzibar Bubbington
on Raw boy chiva by horus8
7 Feb 2003, 2:59 PM
Original as always, falcongod.
oh, wait, no they don't.