on regret by elderking
29 Jun 2005, 7:28 PM
Sad and irritating.
replying on Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy by Lenore
2 Apr 2004, 9:36 PM
Yes
replying on Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy by Lenore
2 Apr 2004, 9:21 PM
Thanks.
I thought it was better than âLeaving Las Vegas With The Marlboro Manâ
I thought it was better than âLeaving Las Vegas With The Marlboro Manâ
replying on Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy by Lenore
2 Apr 2004, 8:36 PM
I just read a snippet and a well-written review. I think Iâll give it a go. Thanks.
replying on Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy by Lenore
2 Apr 2004, 8:32 PM
I just read a snippet and a well-written review. I think Iâll give it a go. Thanks.
replying on Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy by Lenore
2 Apr 2004, 8:23 PM
No
on Don't Cry, Sharon Tate by wilco
2 Apr 2004, 8:12 PM
I get it and it's good.
on It Won't Last Long by Spindle
2 Apr 2004, 8:04 PM
I feel the same way about my Uncle Sam.
replying on Red Dress Wearing One Boot Cowboy by Lenore
2 Apr 2004, 7:46 PM
Thanks.
replying on Good King Brownceslas by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
25 Feb 2004, 12:41 PM
You've but to spread his mantle wide,
'Twill serve wherein through colin ride;
No heavy coilings need ye take,
When your bold excursion make;
A little gas, he'll soon prepare,
Forcing out, aloft through air,
Moisture laden, it shall swiftly steer.
I wish you joy of your new career.
'Twill serve wherein through colin ride;
No heavy coilings need ye take,
When your bold excursion make;
A little gas, he'll soon prepare,
Forcing out, aloft through air,
Moisture laden, it shall swiftly steer.
I wish you joy of your new career.
replying on Good King Brownceslas by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
25 Feb 2004, 12:23 PM
If but a friendly hint be thrown,
Tis easier then to feel one's way.
I'm weary of this dry pedantic tone,
And must again the genuine Devil play.
Yet, ripening from within,
The kernal brown swells fast ;
It seeks the air to win,
Its seeks the sun at last.
With joy it bursts its thrall,
The shell must needs give way ;
Tis thus your coilings fall
Before thy feet, each day.
Tis easier then to feel one's way.
I'm weary of this dry pedantic tone,
And must again the genuine Devil play.
Yet, ripening from within,
The kernal brown swells fast ;
It seeks the air to win,
Its seeks the sun at last.
With joy it bursts its thrall,
The shell must needs give way ;
Tis thus your coilings fall
Before thy feet, each day.
on February 22, 2004 by Pervy Elf
22 Feb 2004, 8:27 PM
You have perfectly related the truly pathetic nature of your spot in the world. 10!
on Mirrored Dream by Blindpoetry
22 Feb 2004, 8:16 PM
Candy Man x3
This is starting to freak me out.
This is starting to freak me out.
on Windows and Mirrors by fire blade
22 Feb 2004, 7:36 PM
Candy Man
Candy Man
Candy Man
Candy Man
Candy Man
on The Winturd Tale of Sir Donald Nudesby by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
22 Feb 2004, 7:30 PM
This shit is so yesterday.
on Everyone's choosing sides by zodiac
22 Feb 2004, 6:58 PM
Slightly left of center myself.
This is dead on! 10
This is dead on! 10
on Holed by <{Baba^Yaga}>
11 Feb 2004, 11:11 AM
You brought me there.
I was right there with him. Perhaps I became him even.
In the beginning I could smell corn and bread.
Then you ripped me from the vision. Telling me that I couldnât smell.
Confused and disappointed I read on hoping there would be a way to get back the magic.
That somehow it would all make sense.
And then there was this,
âI havenât eaten it what appears to be over six daysâ
This poem could be grand. If onlyâ¦
I was right there with him. Perhaps I became him even.
In the beginning I could smell corn and bread.
Then you ripped me from the vision. Telling me that I couldnât smell.
Confused and disappointed I read on hoping there would be a way to get back the magic.
That somehow it would all make sense.
And then there was this,
âI havenât eaten it what appears to be over six daysâ
This poem could be grand. If onlyâ¦
How you managed to conclude that Iâm Wiccan is beyond me. Not only did someone on here ask me out rightly in the past, but also one of my poems clearly mocks it. Additionally, you are stupid and should either shut up or die, maybe both, but not necessarily in that order.
I will not see the years and decades that I have spent building myself into a pillar of selfishness and overall bad naturedness wasted simply because you think I should be a nice girl. And who really cares that you wouldn't be willing to cross the street to urinate on my G. Miu stilettos if they were on fire? Not I, but let this be a warning to others; although evil still abounds on this weird and wonderful site, it has strongly manifested in the form of Horus8, The Angry Poet who attempts to destroy Lenore and her way of life through thinly veiled threats and redundant comments of complaint. Terror ensues. Donât worry about me though. Through rigorous counseling, I will manage to block out the dialogue and I can piss on my own damn shoes. hsssssssssâ¦