oh yeah ! By the way the name please of the grandfather clock (ripping its guts out poem please????) I took everything I had and put it underground to decay, and welcomed the invisible world. A world of the unseen vitamin, where thoughts become the granules of life. Where dirt is edible and tastes like the sun.

typo line 2. Admirable sentiment, this if more concise could pack a harder punch, nevertheless i liked where you went with it.7

More a senryu (a haiku has a nature theme). Giving this a nature theme would be impressive. Good though, the soft feel of the words and then bang.

same here (strangely at 3.30 every day)

Beautiful. plenty of thought and emotion went into it, im sure :)

An interesting perspective that's for sure.

I actually like this, not sure why you would want to toast it. maybe used "pulchritudinous" once too many times? -8-

free of what? is death a blessing for us or a curse? i don't quite agree with the content, but its a good poem, 7

great poem, keep up the good work, i loved it, 10

What was this unforgettable gift? If I might be so bold as to ask.

My my, aren't we full of ourselves?

I've known that feeling. . .cute poem

You know man, Salvation isn't easy. I hope you have the strength to hold on, it's a rough ride, and everyone seems to want to pull you off.

freaky, are you trying to give us nightmares?

Allow yourself to meld with the feelings you have, don't flee from them, They will help you grow.

Well, I wish I had the energy to experience that pain.

like the poem, sometimes I feel the same way; so what do you see deep in my heart from my few little poems I wonder?

sweet & sour takeout till the split rummy hour can not see the calm eye of a tornado bitter & dour it will grip you with its power dust will sting & cover what you know Its my brewing pot- sprinkled with spice my foe becomes apart of the boiling gumbo sqealing with angst- flailing like mice woe for having been caught in the flow Its a water-park jungle, so do bring the goggles and a sturdy vessel- or one that can float these turbid tides will give you plenty of wobbles casting saltwater stains on what you wrote but- hey? its earned my blessing of six.

such things do boggle the mind.

was working until about the second to last line.