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Please young writers, tell me what it is that you find so appalling about my polysyllables. You say it is too wordy? Perhaps it is you, who is not wordy ...

This is a poop joke, disguised as a poem. Nothing more. The wordiness is to prove that not all toilet humor needs to be simple and crass.

Geriatric I seem to be me! falsetto movement of the bowel variety examining endlessly facial trajectories a squat proximity from gargling indiscriminately you dig?

Oops. Thanks for pointing that little mistake out. Yeah, this would mainly fall under the category of poetic prose, but there is no real place to post prose here, only ...

I'm not sure where this belongs, so I'll just post it here. The weather’s changed once more. It won’t be long until we’re all alive again, like we all always ...

In the head like a kick gods who bit white ophelia floating; in hideous love-making jostle together protractedly; like dragonflies threading! for more than a thousand years! The evening shadows ...

On March 23rd 2008, Hilliard Cole meets the infinite wisdom that is God, and is shown the true nature of time, which is spherical in shape. He is allowed a ...

My God, I loved this. The style is so reminiscent of some of my favorite sci-fi writers, such as Philip K. Dick and Michael Moorcock (pardon my french). But in ...

The cherry blossoms did have a meaning, ccmuffin. If you would have read the stanza before it, and the last two lines you might have glimpsed that meaning. The cherry ...

Stanzas have been added. Now please, anyone, tell me your critiques on the ideas of the pome, instead of the grammar and structure. Although, those comments can often times be ...

Capitalism bastardizes culture. Scientists have found the soul, it's shaped like a dollar sign and is ugly while pretending to be beautiful. The Venutians would be ashamed, looking down from ...

Chocolatechipmuffin: that image you got was quite correct. Also I'd like to thank you for pointing out that small grammatical error. I'd hate for my peers to think of me ...

A screaming ideal to me would be that purpose men tend to have and fight for, and to have that smothered under incessant apathy is to mean just what it ...

You've fallen asleep at the wheel again thrust back into the dark ages of a past life no one to pity you now boy another screaming ideal smothered under the ...

Cue Screaming Existence (a singular idea pervades the soul, but no, they tell you, you are wrong. This idea is in actuality a rapidly expanding gulf between pain and joy ...