Re: Ducks With AIDs (a feeble attempt of something different) by Blindpoetry	7-Feb-04/1:58 AM
Very good. -8- Sorry about plagiarising your other poems. I was just messing around to piss you off. This is a real improvement on your other poems. I agree with the other poets here that it's better to write about new, unexpected things than about stale and tired old subjects. It's better to write about something that will make everyone sit up and take notice. The idea of licking an ashtray "to get satisfaction" is surprising and interesting. The next lesson: learn to think beyond the obvious. I suggest you try to describe things in astonishingly accurate but unexpected ways. But don't take these poems to school. Teachers won't like you writing about ducks with AIDS. That's because teachers are narrow-minded and unimaginative fools with little aptitude for appreciating originality. That's a broad generalisation, but I remember how rubbish school can be.
Re: a comment on Soft Speak; Hard Emotion by Blindpoetry	6-Feb-04/1:20 AM
STILL MAD AT BILLY-BIFF CHIN!!! Feb. 5th, 2004 04:19 pm ... He copy and pasted one of my journal entries to poemranker about how I'm glad I found poemranker ... What the hell did he gain from that? ... I know the webmaster will take care of it, after being informed by Dark Angel of that ... I'm not as worried, but still totally pissed at this guy ...
Re: Emily Mae by horus8	5-Feb-04/2:28 AM
So you've got a publishing contract? I pray to Jesu that they give you a good editor to rewrite your ignorantly written tosh. You punctuate about as well as SupremeDreamer and Blindpoetry. Buy a grammar book and read it, you fucktard. I have tried my best to edit your "Emily Mae" mess into some sort of shape, but the work is far from done. What else can a young mother say? I wake up at night hearing you. And-- I love and miss you dear Emily Mae. Minutes turn to hours and hours to days As no one but you can take my hand. What else can a young mother say? When we put you to ground, the display Alone sent me into this no man's land. I love and miss you dear Emily Mae. I buried my heart there to keep you at play, In the field where the grey stones stand. What else can a young mother say? To those who we had who went away? I want you to know I'm glad you weren't planned. And I love and I miss you Emily Mae. One day soon with you too I will stay By your grave as a mother and friend. What else can a young mother say? But I love and miss you my Emily Mae. That irons out a few wrinkles; it doesn't stop it from being the most sentimental, embarassingly heart-rending, bathetic pile of shit in the world ever. Thanks. -10-
Re: a comment on Soft Speak; Hard Emotion by Blindpoetry	5-Feb-04/1:22 AM
http://www.livejournal.com/~blueblindbee/ Feb. 4th, 2004 08:32 pm ... Odd events occuring in poemranker. I found out that Dark Angel is really some type of "jester" ... go figure, eh? ... I'm going to try a new thing. Write about things that have never (or rarely) been written about. Such as ... grass. Just a poem about grass ... or a poem about a piece of paper (basically the way Mrs. Clinkingbeard was trying to do to us) ... and after writing about all of those useless stuff, I throw it all away and do it all over again. I'm just going to forget about writing about a broken heart, or love or w/e crap that seems to be the only thing thats being written about these days. ... I'm glad i found poemranker. I really am. Without poemranker, Id still be here - with everyone saying "ooohh Your poetry is awesome!"
Re: Soft Speak; Hard Emotion by Blindpoetry	4-Feb-04/2:20 PM
I like this a lot. It reminds me of my own poems! Have a look at my poems and tell me what you think. I've been given a lot of negative feedback from people on this site, so I would appreciate a positive critique. Thanks! -10-