PsyLynx

Allah, I pray vengeance... Allah, I pray compassion for those who've learned to hate (I'm paraphrasing, it's not showing me the poem...) yeah, shove it, hypocrit and twerp.

It doesn't mean anything, does it?

3-11-03 Too weak to lift a pen To type an emotion And too strong to remain calm. Shudder in this feeling of mine. Shudder. Fire and people are dancing The ...

This seemed pretty flat to me...like each poet has a...base, and when they're uninspired, what comes out is the base, and maybe it's good, but all the base stuff resonates ...

All I can say is... wow.

yeah, well, nuts to your white mice.

hehe, thanks pal.

I was going to say that I hated the repetition of "can’t see the stains on the walls"...I mean, four times, in a row? C'mon! You know better. And then ...

very sexy, I like it a lot. Not too short, at all. You said enough, and said it well.

you didn't get the brain-thing at all. He didn't splatter his brains. He thought he did, but his gun was a girl's hand, and he was too high to realize ...

Memoires of Poison-Kissings *originally titled "Memoire of Samsara Celebrations", I changed it because I thought you folks would like it more. Tell me I was wrong, please, because I prefer ...

very very beautiful...the rhythm by the end of the poem made me stop reading the poem, though, and made me read the rhythm...if you know what I mean. Also, I'm ...

It wasn't supposed to be weird. It just worked, when read aloud. Maybe awkward when read, oh well.

Fizzling Selfless 1-31-06 Fizzling. Catching on something, a splinter, mirrors tell of sunken eyes. a future shrouded by shrieking sympathy in the loneliness of a skull, neurons firing like city ...

Love that first one-liner. So true. Crying isn't spoken. Ha. Listen to me. Me. That line threw me off, and I had to read it a lot before I could ...