The voices in my head (I too am not alone) often tell me to jump - which I do, straight up - until I realize that gravity is not my friend. I find myself falling right back in, my sudden grip lost. My torment. Nice.

I lost my best friend ever - my wife. I often want to look back, but know - that to exist, I must not turn my gaze. The voice is in front, looking back at me. Good job.

L22---flesh and steal...steel? Though I do like the whap I get at the image in the way you have spelled it. Your yearning comes across strong.

OOOO! and OOOOOO!!!! I like this. I have so much trouble thinking and judging how to view and express. This looks to be an invaluable aide. *** APPLAUSE! ***

greasy

Robotic flowers smell like poop, and are useless in the natural universe. A vibrator is only as good as the distance between your hole and "it" and the means in which you span that said distance, coupled by the time it takes to do that said deed in. The lack of 'perfection' is in the need to. And that goes for all of you peasants.

Your poems are pretty. I want to chew through your underwear in the dark.

Hip and Exciting like MTV pudding snacks. Sellout.

The question mark can go more than one way, and that bugs me. Otherwise it's cocca.

No, unless you get me a limo with a jello spa and women that shut up when told to... Oh and mai tais.

You should read this open mic one night in Hiroshima dressed up in a wetsuit with flippers and a bucket of sardines. "The U.S. staying stong That Day" YES! I agree one hundred percent in fact "staying stong" was the last thing my japanese baby said to me that fateful day, bleu... May I call you bleu? Thank you, where was I? Ah yes... Right before my little Jung Kao Pao was toasted along with my arms to a slight off brown sausages in an breeze of atomic radioactive scorching poison. Microwaved, if you will. That's why, my friend, I will give you the 10 you've been yearning for. Though it will make you think it's a big fat Zero? Trust me my friend. It's lying. It's a ten and it knows it.

In what way was "history different forever"? Did the events of September 11th 2001 alter the past? No. Or perhaps you mean that history on September 12th 2001 was different from that on September 10th 2001 because it contained the events of the 11th. But that would have been the case whatever happened. In conclusion, you're an idiot.

Yes, to be gang raped by the clergy is always memoriable.

This is an incredible sonnet, No really. This is better than a glow in the dark wishing turd.

A lovely yarn. Masterful poetry.

I think that you have missed the point somewhat. Poetry is about feelngs and emotions, not logic and computerised codes. Although this poem may be correct in its syntax, it has no real value as a representation of your inner soul.

Having read this poem, I have resolved to stop writing poetry merely for its commercial value, and also to desist in my skag habit.

I suppose you have a right to talk about these terrible events. However, they stir up horrible memories in me that I would rather forget.

Ha ha ha! Okay. Lord, one can dream cream but not scream seamone.

great poem, i like it 10