Hypocrit

Hip-Hop, anyone? Osiris rises to a dead beach Christ, I've Had It It's a death sentence, penance a blemish to finish famish sinking skin titanic frantic beginning to sting the ...

most of my poems which have won awards, i made in a short time of some random inspiration. no kidding. :shock: Lulzzzzzz. Ah, such an acclaimed poet. P.S.(Before a ravenous ...

3/10 To be honest, it sounds like a Walgreen's novel. Possibly the best one on the shelf, possibly worth lifting even, but not worth the five dollars. This is an ...

Hmmmm... there's no image, little metaphor, save for one sentence metaphors. So, instead of thinking in similies, this is like this, rain is like God crying, pain is like an ...

Shaquisha. A heroine addict with one leg and a pregnant girlfriend. Caucasian. Either gender. Likes oatmeal, because it's cheap, filling, and sweet.

likes pictures", once he took her words and snapped them from the air, bended them backwards, made them cave, made them eat their sentences, stuck them to a canvas used ...

So, when asked how I "rite so gud" on literotica forums... I shouldn't give them this url?

Towering undersea vaginas shipwreck submarines, clench like anemonies and strangle life into bloom. Casablanca blemishes upon a superlative desert unknown without alms. Poor spores almost starved in m

Numb to words, her head hits the ground like thunder, a short sputter lights the tiles and throws the carpet for the stars, which come up from the floor and ...

My heart is an anvil. Everyone smiles hammers, beats my skin into my head and then my head into my heart and then my heart into my stomach and I ...

Seance Song Burried my shiv in that ghost, lost it too. Wrenched it's kidney from the mummified mess, brought up it's past layed it's head to rest on the curb, ...

Christblood slipping out my hands and Judas's breath still swelling my tongue, I tucked it into my cheek, bite my lips, they bleed, just a trickle. More blood, I martyred ...

Once I ate apples from her palm, now she spikes my tongue with her venom. (...) (for future reference, a "..." in parentheticals at any point in a poem marks ...

Good to know there's still a God.

Howdy, so various people have told you to do various things, and it should be apparent to you now that something's wrong with your poem! And that's good, because that ...