i liked it! it was beautifully simple, the meter was very casual and it all had an air of every-day-life-ness to it, no big words which is a big...
'twas okay. the meter was shaky, on-and-off. the subject was a tad cliche, although you had heart. overall, an okay poem, work on your meter a...
i thought it was alright. i liked the last line, 'fill the air with stutters,' it brought the whole poem together for me =)
thank yas =)
questions? comments? concerns? ^_^
i theorize that there is no such thing as an irrational decision. for example, when choosing between apples, oranges and pears, the individual...
abuse is a completely subjective term, and i doubt the ability is a gift, its simply something people do. like, say, breathing isnt a gift, its...
edit: okay, spammer gone
ROFLMAO yknow, its a shame suicidal people dont learn from the bombers and take someone important along with them. like bush.
Culture and Society have always been the classical inhibitors in Nietzsche's theories. Der ubermensch is the one who breaks through society,...
that's just bullshit, and useless speculation, since none of this is going to help us. *shakes head* lol why is this in the existentialism forums...
To step beyond nietzsche and sartre, to live our own lives, is that not true existentialism? The monk was neither right nor wrong. it was his...
aww no one wants to read my poem? =(
Mmm, i think i just needed to spill this somewhere, the meaning is pretty straightforward... A bit of background : I have a slight crush on my...
heyyy i like it! haha. very in your face about the subject, i REALLY liked the first two verses, how you started out: my favorite part was the...
i agree!
okay, im not choosing this from the movie cuaz i think the movie's casting was horrible. i think the hottest character from the book was sirius...
i saw that movie!!! I LOVED IT! now i know the name!! haha thanks =D
Taste the olive phlegm upon her pallid lips As you bow low and press them in a kiss. Feel her wheezing, smell the odor of the sickness...
I swim through all your black and yellowed pages Licking all your salt-stained paper panes. I hate to see you cry but it’s contagious, The ink...
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