on Afraid to love you by lil cindy lu who
31 May 2003, 11:49 PM
Impossible to dance to I give it a 4.
on The Best This Dream Can Offer(Revised) by Deborah Carter
31 May 2003, 6:24 PM
Spectral
on Taken Captive by lil cindy lu who
31 May 2003, 11:50 PM
I went to dance but my legs fell off.
on some deleted poem
1 Jun 2003, 12:46 PM
The glove with no fingers flipped off the mitt.
on some deleted poem
1 Jun 2003, 12:52 PM
Probably in lap dances.
on ILLusion in Falsity by Sugar Victim
1 Jun 2003, 4:10 PM
excuses, notice the c.
on Collapsing the heart by Sugar Victim
1 Jun 2003, 4:13 PM
"one second you cold ,the next hot" you're. It's.
"behind still holding to you" onto.
"behind still holding to you" onto.
on some deleted poem
29 May 2003, 2:48 PM
You are a woman. lol
on some deleted poem
30 May 2003, 7:38 PM
pursuse
Sponson's
Captains.
and this is an ode.
Sponson's
Captains.
and this is an ode.
on some deleted poem
30 May 2003, 8:23 PM
Very recees pieces, interestingly smart and stupid all at once not as far as message or word choice goes but it seemed to start dumbing down quick towards the end. As if it goes from middle aged woman to teenage boy perspective around halfway through, but it's efficient, that's for sure. Here's a nine, because at this point in time who cares anymore anyway.
on Shapeless Love by DeadtotheWorld
30 May 2003, 9:13 PM
"---Black bile oozed between Grandfather's lips, and
dripped onto the attendant's bloated abdomen. The
drip became a trickle, which became a steady stream,
and soon he was vomiting a thick torrent of the
shining liquid.
---Where it touched the attendant, it boiled and
frothed and formed a sickly lather, and as it
bubbled it ate away at the flesh. The skin on the
man's stomach was becoming liquid and starting to
slide around. Beads of blood sprang up where the
upper layer had been completely dissolved.
---Grandfather's head lolled forward, and underneath his
bushy, flaking eyebrows, his blind eyes rolled
insanely. With a sudden fluid movement of his arm,
he unhooked the straight razor from its holster and
flipped out the dull blade. It was just as he
remembered.
---His obscenely gnarled hands trembled, and his
breath was rapid. Grandfather hunched over the
attendant, reaching out and stroking the places that
had been prepared by the mucus. His jaw still hung
slightly open as he bent down for a closer view...
---And Grandfather began to shave."
dripped onto the attendant's bloated abdomen. The
drip became a trickle, which became a steady stream,
and soon he was vomiting a thick torrent of the
shining liquid.
---Where it touched the attendant, it boiled and
frothed and formed a sickly lather, and as it
bubbled it ate away at the flesh. The skin on the
man's stomach was becoming liquid and starting to
slide around. Beads of blood sprang up where the
upper layer had been completely dissolved.
---Grandfather's head lolled forward, and underneath his
bushy, flaking eyebrows, his blind eyes rolled
insanely. With a sudden fluid movement of his arm,
he unhooked the straight razor from its holster and
flipped out the dull blade. It was just as he
remembered.
---His obscenely gnarled hands trembled, and his
breath was rapid. Grandfather hunched over the
attendant, reaching out and stroking the places that
had been prepared by the mucus. His jaw still hung
slightly open as he bent down for a closer view...
---And Grandfather began to shave."
on some deleted poem
31 May 2003, 6:49 PM
Why a raven, and why does that bird equal evil in yout callow noodle?
on Twilight's Sweet Embrace by kassanna
30 May 2003, 8:27 PM
I believe you can do much better then this, and unlike Sir heff and Johny boy, I will pull it out of you out inch by inch out of thick poetic love, and not scrotismal boy hood pressure. lol
on Untouchable by darkshark
30 May 2003, 9:09 PM
Firm
on the past is the past is past by phbiscuit
30 May 2003, 9:11 PM
fat ass.
on Seclusion (missing chorus) by Felzpoet
29 May 2003, 3:01 PM
I'm convinced that you could fuck up a bag of tube socks before even wearing them. You must be punished.
on Cliche by Blue Magpie
28 May 2003, 3:27 PM
Oh, I see, ten duh, shit that means all of mine are off, fuck, back to the drawing board. that will atleast give me something to edit tonight.
Great Sonnet.
Great Sonnet.
on The Application by Fear of Garbage
31 May 2003, 9:27 PM
Thief, otherwise tragically hip and audacious.
on I Am(Defined) by lil cindy lu who
31 May 2003, 11:50 PM
5.
on some deleted poem
30 May 2003, 9:39 PM
lol