Everything is Broken - 02/06/2018
by V. Blake
As I write this, I don't actually know if it will post successfully. Let's see.
Sorry to report that the owner of this website has abandoned it. We owe him eternal gratitude for all the work that went into building it in the first place, and for continuing to foot the bill that keeps it online at all. That said: we apologize for the bugs, but there's nothing we can do to fix them.
Keep steady backups of your poetry. And everything else--that's just practical advice for a digital world.
In case you didn't realize, private messaging does not work. Your messages are not reaching their recipients.
The moderators can pick poems of the day. That's about it for our powers.
I am sorry. Site errors will prevent me from making you a member. I promise that we'd have welcomed you to this community if we could.
I guess that's it. Hope you're having a good day.
The Pathetic Book of Poetry - 04/08/2014
by V. Blake
Our very own Jody Pratt was cool enough to put together a book of poetry using submissions from Pathetic members. Read more about it in the forums--you can even just click this link if you're feeling lazy, so no excuses.
Thanks go out to Jody for his efforts and to everyone who submitted their work to make it possible. Go get yourself a copy!
New Server - 08/03/2013
by Gavin M Roy
The site has been moved to a new server which should address the ongoing login issues for the past week or so.
Stop, Collaborate, and Listen Contest Results - 09/20/2011
by V. Blake
Well, the extended contest is over, and we have our results! Congratulations to our winners, and a sincere thanks to all the participants!
Scarecrow by Frankie Sanchez and Steven Kenworthy
Everyone else! (Sorry. The submissions were too few to warrant runner-up selections!)
There wasn't a huge pool of submissions this time around, but all the ones we got were awesome. Thanks again everybody.
Poem of the Day for 02/20/18
by William P Strucke
Holding this key in my handi feel a power previously unknowna surge of strength runs through mestarting at the tip of my fingersand accelerating though my armsinto my chest and my bodymy head seems to lift upi am above everyone elsein control the locksi let them inor keep them outi can tell them to form a straight lineand wait until *I* am readyno one can tell me what to do nowfor I hold the keythe key to the locksthe locks are my strengthno one can break themonly I can control them,they will listen to meI am proud and I stand tallnow I'm better than themi've waited oh so longfor this singular momentnow no one can stop mei'm on my way into open the bathroom.
02/26/2002Visit William P Strucke's Library
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