Go here and click on "Poems from my heart."
Posted by Dr. Frank at August 6, 2004 11:02 PM | TrackBackWhy?
Why must you do this to me?
Am I not cynical enough already? ;-)
you two should totally do a collaborative piece and title it Name Of the Song, Those Things We Listen Too.
Posted by: the Allyson at August 7, 2004 12:46 AMwhat makes me sad about people like that is i've had classes with them and they sometimes have good ideas,they just don't know how to write them.
sometimes by the end of the class they'll have gained some miniscule of idea about what cliches are and even use a bit
of imagery for a change. but the fact that they don't know what
cliches are,it just makes me sad.
maybe i'm too nice to be saddened rather than angry or amused.
but i would hope that's a good thing.
You should check this out:
http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=08042004
If you don't read Achewood, the little guy is Phillipe, a six-year-old running for President.
Posted by: Ted Barlow at August 7, 2004 01:09 AMWow! First I thought I was going to be treated to crappy song lyrics, imagine my delight to find such original gems like the poem that includes the brilliant line "the way you touch me is like feelin a Malibu breeze". I must
confess, I only got as far as the bottle of Hot Sex lying broken on the floor. I am now lamenting the loss of a few precious minutes of my life! Thanks Dr. Frank!
seriously, no, i rarely comment, but SERIOUSLY, how do you find these things? i have appreciated the meanderings of your mind for many years, frank, but i NEED TO KNOW how you FIND THESE THINGS!
Posted by: christene at August 7, 2004 03:08 PMI WoULd ExPecT EveRytHiNg On ThaT SiTE 2 B WrIttEn LiKE ThIs. ThANkfUllY, It'S NOt, Yo.
Posted by: sheckie at August 7, 2004 04:33 PMIt's like a palpatation in my heart
and the missing beat is you
I'm stealing that.
Posted by: Tim at August 7, 2004 08:22 PMThat's gotta be fake.
Posted by: Amy 80 at August 8, 2004 12:30 AMi'd say it reminds me of this girl i went to high school with, but there wasn't quite enough "red wine spilled on white dress/dark clown of death rides in like a shadow/pierce my neck with thy dainty teeth o thou sweet hellbound angel prince mine!" stuff in there. we used to call it Death Clown Poetry for some reason...used to write reams of the stuff just to make fun of her. although if she would have done the Prince Spelling thing 2, well that would have 2 much 4 me to take.
Posted by: c. at August 8, 2004 06:39 PMI made the mistake of clicking on the Ode to Long Island poem.
I am hereby embarassed to be a Long Islander.
Posted by: michele at August 8, 2004 06:58 PMOh, Dr. Frank, you're just jelous you couldn't come up with such gems like this:
"A bottle of hot sex lay broken on the floor
a constant reminder of broken hearts from before
like an eye filled with hate it is broken and empty
the memory behind the bottle is one of a sold soul."
Have this person write all of your songs from now on and you'll be on MTV in no time!
(By the way, I am a huge fan of you and MTX, thank you for making the music that I love!)
Posted by: Carly at August 8, 2004 11:50 PMoh so buddhafull indeed. the guestbook is quite entertaining as well. i really liked this entry:
"Hey Val ... I swear .. like u always say it's like Oprah when I talk to u. I always end up cryin .. but dont worry .. they're happy tears. You have such a different way of viewing things ... but it ends up making a lot of sense. Lol .. it was funny cuz today I was thinkin to myself.. boy I could use a good cry, I havent in a while. And then I looked at ur away message and saw the link to ur page and figured I havent looked at it in a while. I like the stuff u added since the last time. Although one link I cant click on. But other than that I read the whole thing. It's awesome... ur quotes always get me cryin. Lol .. I'm a big cheese .. but hey .. we can be cheesey together.. lol. Love u lots and hope to chill wit u soon. =-D Can't wait till u visit Post.
Oh and thank u for givin me a shoutout. ::gives u big cheesey smile::"