Re: the photobooth by Bill Z Bub	9-Apr-03/9:49 AM
Except that I have missed you.
Re: the photobooth by Bill Z Bub	9-Apr-03/9:47 AM
What on earth could I possibly say?
Re: Down Lovers Lane by Mr Pig	8-Apr-03/9:32 AM
Very sweet, in a good way, but slightly over the top at the start. I have to go marketing right now but wanted to take a look, I'll be back later. I like it, lot's of simile and metaphor, my favorites, welcome back. I think you mean 'window' at the end.
Re: la vieja loca con los gatos by <~>	7-Apr-03/6:26 PM
I think this deserves to be extended a bit. As you say it's about her isolating herself from other humans. Maybe talk about her children/ex-husband/sisters etc? I want to know more about your lady. do you know why she dislikes us so? Could you tell me that? What happened to her? Don't give it away, just give me a little hint, so my imagination can come up with its own scenarios. I think that would work really well with this story.
Re: I shot speed by horus8	4-Apr-03/1:31 PM
Fuck, how do you do that? I love this thing. 100
Re: Beauty, sleeping by Ranger	4-Apr-03/1:16 PM
Stick to the first story, I was so interested. Is it really "bed" be more honest, direct, about this prison. Forget the pheonix, too out-of-context for this fairy-tale. L12-13 is gorgeous. Think about that, follow through. Never, ever speak of yourself in the 3rd person. Well that's an exaggeration, but it usually comes accross as pompous. Hers was not an apple. Hers was a jetplane. A 21st century Icarus. Wanting to fly Out of the spell. Breaking tower glass. Escaping labyrinths. She day-dreamed a Prince, spinning Her hair into a golden ladder Climbing past her needy mother. Swinging the windows open. I attempted a rescue, but the thorns The thorns got her first, and after all, I still had a kingdom to manage. Me and my stallion rode away and left her to stamp and throw rampion... You've got to carry through with this story. It's ok you started with Icarus but stay Rapunzel, if you know what I mean. Are you a knowledgeable musician? Do you improvise? It's the same here. You must listen for what sounds right. Sometimes the words don't make sense but the rythmns and the vowels are make up the melody, then the words comes. Just keep doing it. Set high standards for yourself and read, every spare moment. I see promise here.
Re: Day to Day by thepinkbunnyofdoom	2-Apr-03/8:58 PM
adjectives & adverbs: white gray darkest fully angry loud absolutely clear troubled(waters of course, what else) raging bright sunny happy sunny Stop watching Nickelodeon and read The Colossus by Slyvia Plath. I give up, your all abunch of puddin'heads.
Re: Bible Quoting Fag Killer (So it is said) by Blindproject217	2-Apr-03/5:37 PM
Dear boy,... I don't even know where to begin. Does Jesus condemn, or does he save? It's not heaven if in the end not everyone gets to go. Jesus gave up his life for the sake of tolerance and love. You don't know what I'm talking about do you? Either way your poem is simply a rant. Good luck.
Re: a comment on Mirror to Mirror by Roisin	1-Apr-03/9:00 AM
Yes, I'm Okay. No, I hadn't been drinking alchohol. What triggered the psychotic episodes, apparently, was some Kava Kava tea I had been drinking. It's suppose to have some calming properties, and I was drinking it at night to counter my insomnia. I made the connection and stopped the Kava Kava, so far so good. So no Kava Kava for me. I'm a nurse and have 15yrs. experience with Dr.'s. Most of them are sheep guided by the pharmaceutical companies and the almighty buck-a-runie. I don't go to doctors. I've been through hell before, in the end I'll be better for it. I believe I'm already through the worst, will see. You already did the most helpful and loving thing you could, you forgave me. Thank you.
Re: Glimpse of hope in time of war by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w	28-Mar-03/5:45 PM
Fascinating
Re: a comment on Mirror to Mirror by Roisin	28-Mar-03/5:20 PM
No, quite frankly, I don't know what I'm talking about. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I walked into the kitchen this afternoon after work and asked my son why there were dirty pots on the stove and dry noodles all over the floor. He told me I made some soup for him last night around 10pm because he was hungry. I don't remember any of it. The same thing happened last weekend. I called my best-friend at 3am ranting and crying. He finally talked me into going to bed. He came over the next morning because he was so concerned, I couldn't remember a damned thing. Estoy loca con dolor. Se me parte el corazon. I am drunk with anguish, and though it is no excuse for behaving badly, there it is. Please forgive me, I'm very sorry for lashing out at you and making a fool of myself. I do remember writing those comments, but they make no sense to me now.
Re: Mirror to Mirror by Roisin	27-Mar-03/8:35 PM
Waiting to die "Waiting to die" There is some promise here. Think carefully. Curled like an autumn leaf Waiting to die is a brilliant line. I think I steal it from you, after all, I made it work. Get rid of closed. Get rid of in ( i will walk your trail) "kicking dust up as I go" What the fuck, this needs a deep cleaning, and I'm not giving anything away for free (anymore). You know what your talking about but you have no skills.
Re: Oxywarmonger by poetandknowit	27-Mar-03/8:15 PM
Yo se que eres un poeta, sin argumento. Hay varias palabras y frases que matan cualquier duda de tu dolce dominio del lenguaje. Gracias por haber lo puesto tan crudo. En este momento es solo lo crudo que puedo entender. Es tan dificil expresar sentimientos nuevos. somos una rasa nueva, moderna. El teror de la guerra, para nosotros, lla no es algo fisico. Lo vivimos emocionalmente, espiritualmente. Cada muerte es una pena y un dolor. Esta poesia no esta completamente formada, pero lla veo la belleza de su rostro.
Re: my heart sings a song by elizabethann	26-Mar-03/8:27 PM
Are you still a sap? I'm still a sap.
Re: hard as a rock by <~>	26-Mar-03/2:08 PM
I'm so pig-headed, I don't understand the end. I particulary like the 5th stanza and the way you single her out from the rest of the women. Vilanelles are so restrictive, I doubt I could ever write even a bad one.
Re: a comment on While mining in Tanzania by Bachus	25-Mar-03/2:22 PM
My, aren't you the clever one.
Re: While mining in Tanzania by Bachus	24-Mar-03/11:18 PM
Hey! Ironically I'm looking at the author of this poem right now pace around his house ranting like jesus about current affairs. We are stoned prophets, actually i'm at his house using his new computer and dropping off some wine, and tucking his son in because he feels that his bed time story would have been too tainted. what a nice daddy bachus is. I have a feeling though, if pushed further, he might start a new religion, or colonize uranus.
Re: a comment on Live by Luv2write	20-Mar-03/9:05 AM
Yes it's very funny. I was thinking of you when I wrote it. How I love to hear you laugh. It's like a fluffy puppy dog taking a whiz on a crystal fire hydrant...no... it's more like a 10 dollar whore faking an orgasm. Either way it's music to my ears. Love is deaf as well as blind.
Re: Live by Luv2write	19-Mar-03/11:55 PM
The first two lines are horribly cliche. Then you dive right into the juvenile idea of some happy realm in the clouds were everything is lemonade and buttercups. Everything is pretty much the same after that. What are you trying to say? What is important here, new, insightful? You are terribly naive. Write something meaningful. Write something frightening, tell me something frank and risky about yourself, your faith. This is an easter greetings card, it's not about reality, or living this life. Or the struggle of being a christian for that matter. Personally, I am an atheist who loves Jesus more than anyone else, more than any other idea. Because of what he tries to teach me. Whether there is a god or not holds no bearing on what Jesus symbolizes. Love, charity, friendship. Infact if there is no god, and Jesus was just some gentle schitzophrenic, his life is that much more poignant. Is christ really as concerned with what happens to you after you die, as he is with how you live? Paul's the one who keeps going on about the rewards of the afterlife. I mean just for the sake of arguement read the sermon on the mount or any of the parrables but instead of thinking Jesus is talking about what awaits you when you're dead, read it in the context of Jesus telling you what awaits you now, while you're here in this life, if you follow his teachings. Not to judge, but to love. That is so fucking difficult. Look at me, I couldn't be nice to Ornella if you paid me(well maybe if you paid me), and the man I have loved deeply for 7 years just dumped me, and what do I want to do? Buy a gun and shot him because of the unbearable pain I'm his brought me. That's why I love Jesus, because he offers me salvation from being such a lousy selfish impulsive animal. He says to me, "Hey, what about love. What about treating these horrible people the way you'd want them to treat you"? Because I'm horrible too, intil I train myself not to be, and for me personally, the best teacher, the one it's easiest to understand, is Christ. That is all, that's why my faith in him is important. There is no afterlife. No heaven. No hell. Most christians interpret "The kingdom of god is at hand" as meaning the end is near. Maybe it means this place here, this only existence we can be sure of, could be the kingdom of god if we just did right by each other. I've read the bible hundreds of times. I read it every day. It's mostly a fairytale, but every myth has it's lesson. Don't let the lesson be that dying is better than living. That there is a place better than this place. This place is all we have, and we have it for such a short while. Don't imagine pearly gates or strive for distant stars. Imagine a simple contentment. Strive for a moment's peace. Don't let the lesson be that all those who don't believe as you have been taught, are doomed to eternal suffering. How arrogant, how stupid and childish and ungodly. I chose the name god'swife because it is such a ludicrous idea. As if there were a god, as if he had a wife. I cannot be god because I am female. The best I can do is marry well. I feel very tender feelings for you right now. I don't wish to shake your faith, but step outside your fence. Travel out to the edge of the wood, go in, find something better for yourself. Read the Gnostic gospels, read the gospel according to Thomas. Go to the desert and confront God. Did you know your Bible, the one you hold in your hands and take to church, was put together by a bunch of greedy, perverted catholic bishops? Think about that. Your sister in Christ.
Re: a comment on While flipping over stones by <{Baba^Yaga}>	18-Mar-03/10:17 PM
How does leaving a spontaneous and very very funny reply on your comment consitute butting in? I don't give a flying fuck about your dynamic, and if there is really something worth while between the two of you what possible influence is what I write going to have? I just enjoy making fun of you. Bi-polar is not a virus. It doesn't come and go, you either are or you aren't. You will always be Ornella to me. Please don't forget to invite me to the wedding.