Sounds like something I would write. I like it. Feels real

Enjoyable read, though some of the wording seemed slightly irregular to me here and there- probably just me. Blessed with nine.

It's not anti-women, it's anti-life, depressing. What's to write about if flesh and beauty are faded into subtlety - depression? I wish you could make what we do more appealing. Still not badly written.

I have just one nit-pick: "I held myself in my arms" Just curious, how exactly did you manage that? lol. Anyway, you have earning a blessing of seven.

Perhaps you could use "sign" instead of statue.. I believe that would work.. but this piece doesn't really tickle my fancy at all. It does tempt me to write my own version of it including giant mushrooms and drunken horny gnomes, but then again, it doesn't irritate me enough to motivate my quill to create such a mockery.

"Colliding against my will of misfortune" is the main bad part. The rest is okay.

How can the absense of something fill something? Absenteeism? Best lines: You found me running/ I saw you falling/ We collided

What an amazing selection of nude poems we have today. "the dryness of a brown circling tomb" is especially nice.

If you say that I have failed in the wrighting of this poem then why did you give it a -10-?

I don't know if I was supposed to. But I got a nice chuckle out of the thing.

This would be a nice piece with the self-pity dialed back maybe one notch. Quite a bit of good in it.

I likes it.

"last piece of my" - what? again in l3 - this is on purpose, right? Why? oh - I see you've been informed already.

yep. U is crA-Z There should be a separate category for this kinda stuff.

I have been her in having little affection, then touched with wine and his lips, soon the swoon or swale, glorified fullness. A great feeling til the next morning, or having been spoofed again.

just so you know I looked it up: in·dign - adj. Archaic. Unworthy. Obsolete. Shameful; disgraceful.

I see the progress from infatuation to failure with a family in the way, but some lines are vague: "colorful aspects" "I hit the ceiling fan"

The absense of sorrow fills my mind...meaning that sorrow is not present. I dunno, I worded it that way with the intention of suggesting that sorrow was there, trying to invade my thoughts, but I wouldn't let it.

Its ok, but then again, this sort of thing just isn't my thing... never-the-less take this blessing of eight and go in peace.

Finally I will be able to prove that you ranker folk are ugly deformed freaks who are completely bloated with fat rolls drowning anyone foolish enough to come within three feet of the blubber shoreline.