i'm sorry for the
things i said five years ago
regret is a bitch
by sf of ash, i like you
god forbid the same
i'd be 17 years dead
i'll count my blessings
by ash
i'll die in four years
at the age of thirty three
just like jesus christ
by sf of fate is fate
multifarious
but also the work of one
my name is Legion
by sf
i'd settle for hate
at least now i affect you
mere smudge on your map
by vince
wake resincaster
and unrepititiously
propel conveyance
by Richard Eldon Barber of Morgan Hill, CA
I read dirty things
haikus this week are unclean.
Why? why such bad prose?
by nombre
Who are you really?
You play so many roles here
that I never know.
by snail
no need to be shy
i want to be degraded
you'll cum till it hurts
by sf
it matters not to me
if you cook bad spaghetti
for you, i'd eat thrash
by vince of dedication (again?)
it matters not to me
if you cook bad spaghetti
for you i
by vince of dedication
I, too, imagine
submitting beneath something
strong and masculine.
by ...but I am a girl
some things rule lives as
gods and they return nothing
except large bar tabs
by bs
about haiku, quick
short statement fleeting about
some sort of short theme
by bs
about haiku, quick
short statement fleeting about
some sort of short theme
by bs
i've thought about it
another man crushing me
with his warm, brute strength
by sf of prison fantasies
It's not so much a
surprise, but disappointing
that I still want him.
What they say about
"the good ones" shouldn't be true.
Maybe he's just bi.
by snail
so the muso's gay
can't say that we're surprised here
the signals were there
by ash
hippo on water
no no he's not magical
he's wearing swimmies
by amanda lepore s number 1 fan
to touch and to be
frothing at the mouth of next
but, it never comes
by perky pre period breasts
slaughter of your soul
i'm a drunk motherfucker
no world but this one
by sf
I can picture him
having sex with men, but not
with random strangers!
by snail is shocked by half of the confession
i kneel before you
my tongue darting and probing
the blackest of holes
by sf
when dealing with goth
things the isolation might
be there as reason
by bs
elevated you
walk on I sing in tune too
all of thee are free
by i love U 555
in a nick of time
he missed it and red one waits
love read it..AND PASSED
by american rose is a bitch
My hopes are hanging
by a single question now.
I'm afraid to ask.
by snail
there is a focus
on denial sometimes for
all the human race
by bs
one can only do
on and on and on and on
but once, but twice, sold
by bs
Inspirationless
Who? Its Negro Oveja
On and on and on!!!!
by We are all bored of Take a break please!!
sometimes I get bored
no less than i am sure you
you see more than i
by haha ok..where is my mail
I got a solid
sensation I know why things
are happening now
by bs
when he breaks your heart
you'll return with legs spread wide
crying for the cock
by sf
gimmee self control
when ya know when you need it~
kids songs are right on
by some days are harder than others UGHHHHHHHHHHHH
I can still feel my
bones glowing inside for days
after he hugs me.
by snail
Oh, no! The Haiku!
So exacting! So demand
ing. I can't do it.
by Mark Amparan of Culver City, CA USA
funny tricks and bones:
life sticks found with river stones:
bridge material
by om and om
remember the flick
the matrix? what is to be
made of this film now?
by bs
when herds gather they
usually eat all the grass
the nature of sprawl
by bs of we could do better than wal mart
hot mulled mead sooths mind
medieval fancy absent
double bladed mace
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
the sheep assemble
we trample our enemies
it's a walmart world
by sf
our or their new sword
can kill. dumb kids focus
on intestinals.
by Anonymous Poet
words can kill, words can
heal, i think I said that once
blah blah blah blah...sigh
by bs
Words! Powerful words!
In some hands they're inspiring
In others! Garbage!!!!
by Tisme
artfully, spoken
warblers fall from the sky, zen
i am eating well
by Jason of Virginia
jetlagged from night work
procastinate till i crash
eventually
by ash
sweet simplicity
construes more implicitly
than verbosity
by ash
many of you have
much more courage than i for
the balls go flyin'
for it's the season
to let it all go and the
Son to rise again
by bs
pillow blanket snow
throwing those perfect made balls
sunny day with chills
by something good
I wish I wasn't
angry, so the words here would
be words of healing
by bs
