caressed. Plus, it'd be a lot better if you said "towelheads". Headtowels sound very gay.

swollow - SWALLOW....FUCK MAN. Can't you fucking use spellcheck.net? Your writing is fucking gay... even gayer is that you just vote for yourself... you know what? Zero bomb time. I've just fucking had it with morons like you.

Oh, Btw FAGGOT: Your no longer on the best list. ;) Fucking loser.

Chemistry is cool when you learn it on your own... bathtub intoxicants are the cure for a dull soul!!!

um... Genius? I'm not sure. No vote at this time.

It comes off as cliche. I think you can do better.

"and pluck the grapes for to drink my own cup my own handful of cherry red sweet wine." I suggest: and pluck the grapes for my own cup of red sweet wine." Also check punctuation, capitalize the I's, etc. Aside from all that, not bad... Think the title could be better though.

incense.

Are you fucking my wife? Of course not, it's just that the mood of this poem is familiar.

Right, either age has wittled the Angel's skill to the crusty husk of a brittle old flange or the original angel handed over their details to a new angel who is simply dunce. -=10=-

I love the rhythm of this poem;it creates suspense. I would,however,use a different verb than 'fling'. Give more power to the co-subject of the poem with something like 'spring'. Other than that small nuance, the imagery is superbly emotive---I give you a 10!Keep writing!

Over the horizon still some hopes will be found but at the end of the horizon will sink in darkness until dawn over the horizon slowly breaking into the far distance it finds the way to lit my heart again fill me light but soon the light's getting dark it starts all over again ..this is transient hope over the horizon ..I see things in my own poin of view ...urs are good too I like it ...thanx dude

I'll give you a 10 for the use of tractor in your title. and a -9 for the rest of it.

in-sense?

Nothing, it just confirms that you're a hillbilly dolt with loose bow'ls.

Stop whimpering and LIVE. Go manifest destiny motherfucker. Who knows, it might inspire you to write something other than this dribble. Zero.

What quotebook did you steal that from? Zero.

Apparently no one shall, everyone knows what happened to Jesus when he did that. Nine.

Can you make all that interesting and cut the self-pity by 80%? If so, perhaps a decent poem coming out of this just might be possible. Zero.

leaning in the circle of its yolk