kick the big sand caslt eover , you big child , mine is too bigtobe destroyed , your sandcdalstew will be washed away by an Ocean my snadlcast eis eternal and soooo GOOD (great) yours is just made of piss camell , piss camel fur , anna wintour ,poop . nobody reads your maagzine idito .you sound liek ani didot, iu cant itknp orpelry you look like an idiot juie brust taste noobed. i dont udnerstand teh key to your lock you juts made it poop cant ride your biccyle. i dont understnad why amel face camel fae wears cameel fear when mnokey is licckle danec noob ? ! superior ! Sandcalste ? I Have a million Thousands mercedes cars and lambogenies that give me Ltos of wishes and help em Attract beautiufl Women, you see what IM SAYING? im the Top dawg on this enteratinet mindutsry, Backi n 76 i Rode with Sinatra down the Aisle of Every new yokr Vblvd worth knowing, u did ur Licckle mnokey dance and yEAH ITW as cool for am oentn ubt in truth of reality, facts of the matter, Eyes seen wide and not Shut , u haeve a licckel sandcastle that will be kicekd over and u cant do anytign about it, the big loan shoak will swim and the ocean and Bampamswipe it away , just LIKE that , Magic ! You coudl do the licckl mnokey dance until the camel fur goes Smelly, just like Michale in the Studio and you can say a dfew mroe Swear word sFuck shit noob poop fUCKER retard Cunt1 but in reality its just A few more touches to your licckle sandcalstes, you Netscape hawiian shiryt wariror, Did yo know that ,The sheep, It wotn stay in the fence cuz ti will be Eaten, Shaven, Hurt, Submissived and Eventualyl EUlitmiately dOOMEd to destruction, Even the sheep knows this, Thats why it BEEEEERS away , thats inuttion unvierse , THe great Blackkk Magickians Tell the sheep, noooo, U wont die yet, u will be safe in fence ,Happy, Hweelahyt, Lots of Babies, all the Sandcasltes and moneky dances Ur soul deistes.....Just make a lambogenie wish. Please. ANd thes heep beeeerrrps it says Yes plese ftaher daddy i need this big sandcastle to imress Juliet im a romeo
>THe great Blackkk Magickians Tell the sheep, noooo, U wont die yet, u will be safe in fence ,Happy, Hweelahyt, Lots of Babies, all the Sandcasltes and moneky dances Ur soul deistes.....Just make a lambogenie wish. Please. ANd thes heep beeeerrrps it says Yes plese ftaher daddy i need this big sandcastle to imress Juliet im a romeo
this is deep
Lucas Carter
I was visiting in Africa two months ago My goal was to see all those wild animals Most excited I was when I came close to elephants They were so big and somehow so scary Something happened when I snapped a picture Three elephants surrounded me One of them ripped off all my clothes Second elephant came on me and started to spread my buttocks With its huge trunk I screamed in agony when I felt it started to shove up my ass Third elephant forced me to take its giant cock in my mouth I sucked like a whore while I was ass-fucked by elephant trunk After all it wasn't too bad at all It took only about ten minutes and cock in my mouth started to cum Extremely huge load of elephant sperm filled my throat and Spurted all over my face I was completely fucked up, but elephants had one more thing to do All three of them huffed and puffed and shit on me Then they left me alone with my ripped asshole I'll never go to Africa again
Andrew Davis
I prayed to God for an answer or sign. I got out of work, Started screaming and crying. Yelling to God to give me a sign Or at least make me die till tomorrow.
I`m thinking too much, I`m asking more questions, And all that i got Is this crippling depression.
This life is joke, There`s no point in trying We`re all gonna end the same way- Dying.
Be honest.Is this shit?
Nicholas Peterson
yes
Robert Murphy
please learn how to bait, my man
Asher Barnes
no bait.
John Stewart
What the actual fuck is this? Im shaking in a corner. Damn bitch. You need help.
Angel Bell
Gold I needn't explain The notions of age Where man and trees Haunt splendid hallows And enter hands against The pillar'd ink Beyond black rasps of Spirits entertained.
Woods needn't conjoin Where friends arise Like foam of cusping Tide. Faces scatter underneath Dispersed from the Wells and wells of Warm darts inversed On a lawn spread wider.
Join or not, seeds Are warmed. The twirling And twirling and Twirling and more Supersede the moment Of descent. Down there, Faces reemerged Like black bile licked From canine lips
Herodotus says the king made a bowl to leave behind the memory of a number. We don't know the number. We don't know if it was divisible by two or three. I want, at the moment, the number to indicate a ratio, part of a proportion, because the measurement of the earth depends on this, the balance among things, the snow at the bottom of the hill, the gold garage light caged in a tree, my love for my friend and the distance between us, which I can't bear.
I made a pinhole camera to demonstrate proportion, and everything bright hovers on its milky eye, and here is the catalog of what hovers there smaller than itself: the blue horizon and the dash at the stoplight, a shell night-light, the gazing ball of the sun going down against the white back fence, which made it look like night in the woods lit from underneath on the wax. I held these things yesterday, along with two pearls that are spheres hanging from my living room ceiling.
My friend is smaller now, and if I held my camera up to her, she would give off enough light to hover pocket-sized in my hand, and grand in the world.
Ethan Hughes
Dammit, supposed to be a line break after "indicate"
Blake Williams
This is top level garbage. Get the FUCK off my board with this emo normie shit
Camden Torres
[copy in notebook]
There is a mini fridge Filled with bottles of Russian clear Kentucky amber There is a floor Covered in aluminum corpses Glasses that could burn There are walls Covered in yellow tar Flags There is a table Covered in ash caskets More glasses that could burn A book There is a bed Covered in a filthy comforter That provides no comfort Covered in blood Sweat That lies on the body Bad heart Bad stomach Bad lungs He will die young It does not upset him There is a room Covered in anguish In smoke There is a gun Covered in rust The plastic cracking There is a man Covered in vomit In blood His life wasting away in self imposed isolation
Ian Myers
[copy in notebook]
Black water White fields, miles unending Ice rain falls softly, muffling everything Barren trees, interspersed (find out correct spelling of that) with ancient evergreens Coldness that seeps into the bones, the joints, and freezes the blood in your lungs Barren, no creature ventures here The desert in the north Absolution remains under the black tar No answers remain in the heat, the urban hive, or the unnatural order Only one can find themselves in the northern desert
Parker Clark
[copy this in notebook]
A noose of piano wire, taut and cutting A silver thread necklace Shoes of barbs and thorns Come at a heavy price Hanging in the balance between everlasting suffering When the time comes, stand on your feet Suffer as the barbs and thorns pierce, red life flowing The silver necklace eases Soon the wounds fester, Pus forms, lesions weep The pain too much to bear Throw yourself into the necklace when the festering becomes white hot pain A hemp rosary, prayers unheard by anyone but the sky The executioner hears you beg A false idol, hooded and nameless When the wounds pour pus and infection, the pain becomes worse than the nothingness Throw yourself into the rosary of the executioner
Aaron White
These are just a few that I've written. I'm very self critical, so constructive criticism would be very well appreciated
Brandon Rogers
The Wind blows east Into the ocean I sit upon my nimbus Floating through the sky and waiting to find A patch of land on which to land A soul to search for shore with me A summer breeze to make me smile Some friends to make my life worth while I drift aimlessly on my cloud, over the ocean The Wind will blow me to shore
John Ramirez
there's a really awful catholic twitter user with that avi who I wish would drink AIDS blood
Anthony Price
Made the mistake of checking out a reading last week, yesterday, I mean, I mean it was okay, okay in that pathetic kind of way where everything was safe and nothing really happened. To be honest this was over a year ago and I was not there, but I heard about it from trusted sources for that kind of thing, the girl who spent her paycheck on the best "did it herself" dye job in town, it was perfect and inspiring to say the least, she read a poem called "Sylvia Plath's Bath Robe" in which she held us all at gunpoint and the gun was a metaphor for translucency and we applauded for something like five straight hours, I was not there, at least not in spirit, I was having that dream where my teeth read a poem called "Sylvia Plath's and so" on a carousel and a wiry little dude hops off and calls me an imposter, and I say, at gunpoint, "Not me, not my teeth," crying like a frantic mother in crisis, so he puts his fingers in my mouth and we chatter like poets from the Next Lost Generation, as we expect to be called, then dreaming still, the idling car dies at the stoplight again, the one I used to own, still do, in fact, I remind the reader, and it died and everyone applauded for five straight men who successfully crossed the interstate then "did it themselves" in a sense, like Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation, that one time, I was not there, but sources reveal he began glowing, and pulled a perfectly spherical orb from his mouth and the credits rolled like a piping hot simile from the recipe book of Sylvia, the Witch of the North.
Blake Gonzalez
I know just enough about Harry Potter to know his broom is a Nimbus 2000, and I can't shake that association from your poem, which hurts it by default (at least from my perspective). So with that ingrained bias in mind, this shit is generic and filled with cliches. The "alone at sea, searching for land" metaphor for loneliness has been worn out for centuries. Your "emotional" statements are too superficial and obvious to have any impact. "A summer breeze to make me smile"? Rhyme scheme aside, "make me smile" is useless. We know you like summer breezes, everyone does. You don't have to tell us they make you smile,. If anything, that part over-exaggerated your happiness, so I pictured a really stupid looking Harry Potter standing on the beach smiling like the singer from Warrant in that Cherry Pie music video. I wish I could end on a nice note, but this is bad, like not even worth a rewrite bad. Sorry you're lonely. Veeky Forums doesn't help. Go outside for a walk when you get a chance.
Jayden Roberts
My inner editor sends up red flags whenever I get too heavy with the Catholic shit in a first draft, but that's just me. You have some good details that help enhance the sense of pain/suffering, but a little trite in spots, "pain too much to bear," "white hot pain," "Come at a heavy price," are all a little too familiar for me, and I don't think that's your goal. Conceptually, I'm not sure you're poem goes anywhere, just exhausting one particular event/mood, and there's a Hot Topic shock value instinct that gets tiresome, almost comically so. The more read over it, the more it reminds me of Slayer lyrics (not a compliment, sorry).
Luke Brooks
I enjoyed this a lot. The lofty opener made me hesitant, but I like how you transitioned to something personal. If I had one particular complaint, it's the final stanza. Yes, it's a nice thematic bow that does its job, but maybe to a fault. There's a sentimental quality that makes me picture someone reading it aloud, wearing one of those floppy bard hats under a balcony. Everything up to that point was great though.
Mason Peterson
A swig I have learned to love Glug Glug I wish upon to bring me above Love Love Here I raise my final glug Above Above
Joshua Nelson
I'm not a religious person, but I've always liked religious themes. I wasn't too sure about the stuff you said either. I always feel like I come off as way too pretentious.
James Morales
I can understand that sentiment about pretentiousness. I get the same feeling about my stuff. If anything, the overly serious quality is the most "pretentious" thing I pick up on in your work. There aren't really any other emotions or moods balancing out the palette, so it's one-dimensional.
Kevin Carter
If I could turn nothing into anything, anything could be whatever I wanted
If I could live forever, I wouldn't live in fear of dying
Ur mom gey No u
Luis Gomez
hunwald
Ryder Jones
Sunlight Stings the eyes Like biting flies For hollow men The embodiment Those who dwell In four walled shells Bored to hell Talk to themselves Do not pick up the phone And if you do Say all is well
I pray everyday in the hope God will take my atheism away Moths to a flame and Flocks led astray Noodle broth left to rot in the microwave
Watch the clock Tick tock You gather moss You've lost the plot You'd rather have a job But something's off You're cut from rotten cloth
>it's an everyone post and no one critique thread hmm, wonder why it died
This is pretty good if you rap it like Eminem in Lose Yourself
Mechanical writing Not a piece Unstressed Dead
Connor Foster
Mirages of melted wax wing to touch the east rise, Before the short tumuble of the Suns ballastic path. Earth grows thick and Persephone blows Boreas to raise the dormant woods, Filled with vengeful dreams that will show as bursts of expression, Fully formed flowers. Spirits inhabit the plants for one more glimpse of life in bloom, The prospering pines her remanent, the leaves dance projecting Maya, Unto the next summer sun.
Ryder Sanders
>Mechanical writing :^)
Leo Hughes
I actually really liked this. You have the tone nailed down, even if it evokes something simple.
>verb'd Ew. Other than that, the imagery resonated with me and your choice of words has good euphony.
Caleb Evans
When issues fade and problems die When causes are all satisfied Revolution shifts its sights To symbols, pasts, and nameless plights
Ethan Brooks
Heifer whines could be human cries Closer comes the screaming knife This beautiful creature must die This beautiful creature must die A death for no reason And death for no reason is murder And the flesh you so fancifully fry Is not succulent, tasty or kind It's death for no reason And death for no reason is murder And the calf that you carve with a smile Is murder And the turkey you festively slice Is murder Do you know how animals die?
Kitchen aromas aren't very homely It's not comforting, cheery or kind It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench of murder It's not natural, normal or kind The flesh you so fancifully fry The meat in your mouth As you savour the flavour of murder No, no, no, it's murder No, no, no, it's murder Oh... and who hears when animals cry?
Jordan Cox
This was so gay I'm on AIDS medication rn. I'm sorry but all I can think about after reading this is the original Dragonball anime.
Feels a bit corny to be honest.
Nolan Edwards
Maybe try to be a bit more subtle with the emotion you want to affect in others? I'm a vegetarian Buddhist but this felt contrived my duderino. It could work as a polemic post-hardcore song with minor editing, though.
Daniel Jenkins
Try to experiment with techniques other than rhyme.
Tyler Gutierrez
Thank you, I appreciate it. I try to write simply and I like symbolism a lot. I also like metaphors. For example, cups that can burn are just cups that had high proof alcohol in them
Adam Diaz
Rate my Haiku
A building, Filled with children, Kindergarden.
Nolan Allen
I wonder what it would be like to own a typewriter Maybe the sound of the keys reverberating in the air Would give these words some meaning Maybe the neatly defined, ink-covered letters Would press these thoughts out of abstraction Into being.
Hudson Diaz
Hammers, strike you down on the softened steel. Bend it like old men, by the years worn down, Bend in summer’s sun, when strawberries burst Upon the toiled earth, bright red and plump.
Juan Price
Thanks for trying to make me a better writer user. I love you.