|i wander why but not really
on the outskirts
may have been
might have been
old photo in helmet
dinner-dreams on mars
written july 10, 2009
now undergoing migration
from another account
16 Jul 09
Rated 9 (9.5) by 1 users.
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this is really good. I like how absract concepts or actions like "periphery" or "insight" are treated like concrete objects. I just said "like" a lot.
Do you have more poetry on this site.
— SodaKid &nbs p;[!]
there's a few
— unknown &nbs p;[!]
— fractalcore [!]
— unknown &nbs p;[!]
i said embolden!
all these from that "other account" you commented on as fractalcore. a cheap cheat, even if you are a great poet.
utter crap, write?
i'm happy you can verbalize your thoughts about me,
dear unky. a cheap trick like bold letters would've
made that statement louder and clearer.
i'm really sorry i just had to write it this old post down
no what I'm commenting on is you using ONE account to comment on a poem that you posted on ANOTHER account that's deceptive and cheating. did you rate yourself with that other account too?
worry naught again. i never rate my own posts.
it's all for bumps, dude.
now that's bold and gneiss.
never fave them even;
i only lose whatever rating i had
so please point me to your newest
it's still cheating to write "hey I think this is great!" on your own poem, or any variation and pose as someone else.
i only thanked SodaKid
and then said "hmm..."
so where's the self-praise
and do you notice how unknown posts
get a bit more honest crits than known
i like when you write this way. this could be applicable from any perspective.
you also did this with the adjunctivist connection. keep doing that.
ignore the unknown. i write comments to myself on my own poems. who cares what you do.
lines 8 through 15 are my favourite.
eye all-ways listen too what ewe gut
two say end now eye listen too my
ears tell my eyes two read yore works
thank ewe for all-ways stopping
hey, hey, hey, rask!
eye guess somebuddy dye don
duh crass a-gain two-day.
eye don't care what eye do most
of duh tie'em 'cause eye ignore
my-self most of duh tie'em.
eye like the lioness two but eye
like the lust two ones more.
thanks for duh surprise visit.
bumpeetee day, everee-one.
i forgot to say
this was for
ignore the idiot bauer
Always dig your poet tree...
what if you were 'the idiot bauer', mr JKWebster sir?
would you have a xmas tree in the house for xmas?
just wondering 'what if' but not really, hehe.
Bravo brave man!
now what's so brave about what exactly,
He is brave to embrace the verbose!
are you sure you're not the
weird one here?
*dinner dreams on mars.
(I was speaking to someone else, it's too confusing here, I know.)
But I must say Web gave the best crit.
i'd say he gave the weirdoest critreek.
thanks for faving.
may i know what you like in this?
he gave the pine-iest crit-creek.
i guess you're right
when you're left
with the pines.
pinecone is a good poem,
dunno how writer exactly meant in each line but description could be imaginatively overwhelming..superficially creative ;)
..superficially creative when u want to grasp what is supposed to be for real...superficial (e.g., internet) is what makes it creative w/in your means..'dinner-dreams on mars'..