o'erdone

yeah, sometimes i'd like to do that too...

very good, nice use of language, I think that is important. Not sure about 'milky' as a sentence in its own right. Sounds like some mad persons catchphrase.

believe the packed bags, they are a fair hint.

does she drop hints and aboriginals into an abyss? Or is a sentence inversion happening.

[If this poem is fiction, please skip the following comment. If this is true, PLEASE FOR GOD'S SAKE READ THIS! Thanks!] <br /> Oh God! You see?!!! Is that not what we've been telling you about this entire time?! And sure the last thing you need to do right now is blame yourself, but there is the small possibility you could set things right if you STOPPED ACTING LIKE SUCH AN ADDLEPATED TWIT! "Am I not fun enough... Am I not balanced enough... Am I not smart enough..." Jesus, DON'T YOU KNOW?! Are you so utterly dependent on him that you can't just TELL HIM what you are? Does he chew your food for you and regurgitate it into your mouth as well? "...Any activity you desire, any topic of conversation... Just say the word, and I'll allow you To probe the darkest reaches of My anus..." My Lord! That's the LAST thing a man wants! Please believe me, any man wants his girlfriend to have to be coerced by force into anality. Why do you think men worship independent assertive Brett Ashleys and piss in the mouths of their submissive Oriental so-called fantasies? Or think of it this way: Suppose there is a graph on which X represents the extent to which a girl acts like a fucking doormat and Y represents the respect which any man can possibly have for her. Can you guess which direction the line goes? (A clue: It's 1/X.) PLEASE, PLEASE LISTEN CAREFULLY: Leave him alone sometimes. Have interests that aren't him. Fucking disagree over where to have dinner. Do anything but this shit in your poem. "Am I not thin enough?" Dear Christ! Have you SEEN yourself??? Whatever a guy says (and I've never heard any guy really say this, anyway,) he doesn't want to go out with a fucking poseable doll; he wants to hang out with a person who has a personality that's DIFFERENT FROM HIS OWN, one that challenges and defies him. If you don't have your own personality, and frankly none of your poetry indicates that you do, FUCKING FIND ONE, AND FAST! If you have any sense at all, please do this. Thank you. I will now return to my usual mockery of the very air you breathe.

in case you ask why I edited and trashed all your votes it was because the spelling errors in this villanelle threatened to send it to the bow'ls of Pinsky's horrid Inferno. Please feel free to tell me what a wackjob I am Thank you

"Now tell me what I want to hear, until my face eats your face" Ace.

You're a very naughty girl, cuddlytiger.

The last lines resemble a very badly delivered corny speech to a losing highschool football team.

thanks sasha :-)

You are under arrest by the Gay Police for rhyming death/breath twice and apart/heart three times in the same poem. Each of these rhymes is exhausted and more tired of overuse than the most attractive of Nevada whores. Therefore, for the sake of these poor rhymes (and they are poor) you are sentenced to wear the -0- of shame. You have the right...no, wait...the requirement to remain silent

Hmm, thats two in a row talking about cutting. Actually, regarding the line "Proves that I am still alive, But provides absolutely no comfort.": People who self-mutilate often do it because it is a comfort to them. It makes them feel in control and takes their mind off of depression (or whatever other minor thing going wrong in their life that they percieve to be of major significance). So, in all actuality, they do recieve comfort from this act and will oftentimes tell you that it feels good. Of course, I may be misinterpreting this entire thing. In which case please just consider this an uninteresting tidbit of information.

Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine, He sparkles, shimmers, shines. This needs to have quotes around it.

Talk about vote inflation. Half the voters are the same person.

Why don't you just bust him out then, instead of writing prose with arbitrary line breaks about it?

I think I'll go cry now.

What the hell?

Reason/season yeuch

Fluff.