Warning: This poem is not intended for kids under 13.

I have my ways of expressing myself, you have your so thanks Angel for understanding and well no duh abbi im not 97 and she should have appologized because maybe she hurt my feeling and its the right thing to do.

Hiya hun. Ok, first thing, if you say your poems are going to be scary and gross people will expect them to be cause thats what your saying there going to be. So if there not people will be let down and rate you low. Now I know poems aren’t always suppose to make sense, i mean some of mine dont even make sense to me lol. Now right now they seem a bit of a jumble of odd words. try keeping to the same thing in the poem, dont go from talking about biting a leg off too french fries lol. I think you've got it in you to come up with some really kool unique poems, you've just got to get them into something we can all understand and enjoy, and remember if you tell us there going to be scary make sure you try to make them scary. I'm not trying to be bossy about your poems or anything, so I hope I havent given that impression cause my poems arent that great or anything. I just want to help a bit. as I notice your quite angry in my club right now because of the comments you've been getting on your poems, if you want, mail me at serene_the_fallen_sorceress@hotmail.com and we can talk about your poems there and i'll see if i can help in anyway
Take care xox

gothic angel why are you apologising?
everybody has a right to an opinion
personally, i dont get, or like the poem

and i also think that this '97 year old' isn't totally for real

sorry, but all the poems are the same sorta thing, she doesnt even try to do anything we might like

^^ swy bout that, u can complain if u want...^^

i really feel bad...

She sat on her battery
It looked like her brother's toe
His was 2 inches bright
Cords, labels etc.
She ate her leg off
Guacamole, French fries
Mole shaped like potato
So he stapled his mom
to his tomato juice
And raised his raisins
to laugh like hyenas
He sat back down on her battery
And scrubbed the ashes
Off his Ketchup bottle
And sighed as he
cords, labels etc.

what the hell is that supposed to be about? there is seriously something wrong with you.

First off~

you don't put etc. in a freaking poem.

Second off~

you poems are weird, they don't rhyme, they don't make any sense.

Third off~

u just plain suck

1/5