[PerfectTonight]

Originally Posted by thumbscrew

it became a pivotal moment in my life

OH!!! So you read $4.99 Poetry??? That explains its!!

I dont blame you, it gets boring waiting in line at Borders...

[thumbscrew]

Originally Posted by PerfectTonight

OH!!! So you read $4.99 Poetry??? That explains its!!

I dont blame you, it gets boring waiting in line at Borders...

The scissors were $4.99 and it wasn't borders, it was kmart. Concentrate!

[thumbscrew]

Originally Posted by PerfectTonight

Well then shut your god damn runny trap!

I was respectful enough to make a 'tribute' to your muddy waters, and this is all you do in return?

[Amity]

Originally Posted by PerfectTonight

Well then shut your god damn runny trap!

That's poetry in insult form

[PerfectTonight]

Originally Posted by thumbscrew

I was respectful enough to make a 'tribute' to your muddy waters, and this is all you do in return?

I guess the message was not clear to me...

BTW, it is NOT MUDDY water. You can write whatever you want about it, but at least make it an intellectual critique. Then it will not only help me, but it will help you to understand what I am trying to convey.

If you care enough to post an insult, you can certainly support it with logical critique, no????

[Amity]

Muddy water was just a metaphor used to explain that it's a little difficult to read between the lines in your poetry, I'm guessing. I don't think Thumbscrew was meaning it as an insult.

[thumbscrew]

Originally Posted by PerfectTonight

You can write whatever you want about it, but at least make it an intellectual critique.?

now im confused. im being victimised!

[PerfectTonight]

Originally Posted by Amity

Muddy water was just a metaphor used to explain that it's a little difficult to read between the lines in your poetry, I'm guessing. I don't think Thumbscrew was meaning it as an insult.

And, as I said, that is a characteristic of my work. You can either view it as 'difficult to read between the lines' or as something that you can appropriate to your own life. If it is too difficult to read 'between the lines', then create your own reality!! If you choose to continue reading, it is up to you.

There are many pieces that I have written that are the dire opposite...every single detail is flammed in your face. Many people appreciate the ambiguity and imagery...the ability to use their damn brai to read between the lines.


I mean, what do you prefer?? Something that you don't quite understand or shit that it verbal spillage from the English books? Or from the Bible?

Don't ask me for that kind of formal shit and don't fucking TRY to call me out on that shit. OK?

Carry on...

[catatonicx]

Something or Nothing
- Keri Deegan

'when he says, "i've never felt this way about anyone before", he means it. he's never felt that way before. he still doesn't.
whatever that way is, wherever that way leads. he's never been there. he may have ventured out on his own, once or twice, driving around in circles for hours, till he stopped at a friendly roadside stand for directions, or a local map of the foreign soil he dared to tread.
the vendor licked her lips, and smiled a crooked smile, said "you don't know what yr saying, boy, you don't know where you're heading. that place will lose you as soon as you find it, its just vast miles of quick sand, waiting to lap up the first warm blooded body that opens up it's arms wider and wider to it's own mutilation, and makes the declaration, says, "i love you".
she sways around the counter, shakes her hips, and twists her lips into a grimace, slithers 'bout like a snake, and when she wrapped him in her arms, she said "I'LL love you"

and wide eyed, limbs whent limp, yeah all but one, he heard her cackling in the moonlight, they went riding by the starlight, till he hit the breaks at daylight, and she opened up the door, said "sir, that sure is some nice car. the motor runs like a dream." and it seems he didn't hear her, just kept staring out his window, at vast nothing.
but i guess he that what he saw was something.
but when she sways her hips he knows of his malfunction.

[Mallory Knox]

Certains arms wide spread inside hands tied just hold me down
certain numbers will allign and form a soul that´s never found
as the universe collides we´re safe behind the gates of metal
certain voices say no words but mumble for a secret sound
certain lovers spread like ants their dirty hands all over you
you feel pounding in your veins and arteries are swollen blue
certain mouths are wide enough to eat the world and spit it out
what a terrible deceit to make us fear more than we know
certain breaths and hidden sweats come floating in the bathroom sink
certain threats and dull regrets become so soft and smooth like cream
if you give yourself some time you´ll end up giving it to me
certain guns just make us numb for other guns that are yet to come
certain moans are so sincere their haunting pitch compare to none
certain words are not just words but crawling germs in space and time
certain smiles are rusty knives with mould and scum and dirt and lime