She sees blood and remembers. How true the memory is, how false the fact.

Hows can you even consider this to be free verse. More like "other", or perhaps, Caged Verse. Either way, I thought it was crap. But eh? What do I know.

dude, there is more rythm in my gum-ridden shoe than this poem.. and not so many things to think about esp to someone who had a different type of conscience than you... like the iguanas

haha.. it's like Blair witch proj 1.. where it made you scared without letting you see what the blair witch really look like.. genius, delight

very good, very good.. Don't know what you did to the dreamer there, but I found the poem delightful, so whould he if he wasn't in a bad mood.. 10 of course

quendavisti. vide! quendo quendamus quendas quendatis quendat quendant quendavi quendavimus quendavisti quendavistis quendavit quendaverunt quendaveram quendaveramus quendaveras quendaveratis quendaverat quendaverant quendavero quendaverimus quendaveris quendaveritis quendaverit quendaverint

I like the cow pies turning ripe in the rain and their smell in the wind, a fresh, good smell. I've had my own private thunderstorm and liked it very much.

Oh, for God's sake get over it! Have another drink. Write another poem. Go for a walk. Do something! This sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, well it's selfish and wrong. If I were on the stool next to you I'd buy you a drink.

Is Shakespeare your tutor? I don't like most of his sonets and I don't like this, even if it is hard to write.

Well, as long as you write about and don't do it that's good. It happens I am a woman and my tits do sag, but ya know what, I wear a bra and stand erect and go about as if I had something worthwhile to do besides write and write about sadness.

Better than most of the pop lyrics I hear. I'd like it get into the kinda mood of "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" a little more though.

Some very strange language this. Too many lines don't make sense.

Classy!! Beautiful work!

Trying to be cynical lol

"I must despairs" is intentional for the second to last line? Definitely conveys a sense of hopelessness.

jesus you are ungodly. I hate you you presumptious fucking little git. cleverly overloaded words, syncopation with sibillants in opposition to b's and k's, impeccable rhyming, tantalizing inner rhymes. deliberate odd word combinations that force the mind to construct images and meaning that soars beyond the sparse construction. This is how I used to imagine writing (when I was young and gave a fuck) but never actually could. I hate you I hate you I hate you. P.S. Never stop writing.

to Goad, who considers incomplete thoughts unworthy of interpretation and "mental diarhea" or "meaningless dribble", i say, you're entitled to your preferences, and you're real boring.

one year later, this pome still gives me a giant hard-on. Princess_Snowflake, you are the bestest lolita poetess on the net!

I besmirch thee, cover thy rod lest onlookers think our trysting odd I besmirch thee, show me thy way let us share these pleasures gay I besmirch thee, wipe thy face quickly, wipe away every trace I besmirch thee, cleanse me I wish not to soil thee I besmirch thee, as I besmirched thy neighbour, Plunging deeply like pangs of false labour I besmirch thee, guide me Deep within, gently slide me I besmirch thee, protect me 'till the clinic has on the morrow checked me I besmirch thee, give me contrition in your face, as you lap my emission I besmirch thee, give me sorrow for sin give me tears as I burrow within I besmirch thee, give me submission of will So your every desire I may fulfill I besmirch thee, give me anything I need give me bucks and whinnies, my precious steed So that everything I do, O Gord is moving me toward a glistening reward Therefore I besmirch thee O Gord, I besmirch every inch of your splendid sword Gord I ask you to give these things to me if it is against Thy will, if need not be Give me only thee.

I understand this sentiment all too well. And few new mysteries arise to replace those lost. On another note, did you read about the group that developed an ink jet printer that can print swaths of human skin? They say bits of bone are next, and then organs. Of course, you realize: ready or not, "Print-A-Pet" is coming.