Shit upon piss in a bag of ass!

I love this poem....it offers inspiration to many of us...the heart always does know and we can really fly...

can love beheld on hold, once savoured, .... I think otherwise. but without a two, what then is love, bless your heart, for a quik rescue.

This is a good poem, I really did like it it's a sad poem...because the last line tells us that the person is gone....a lot more could be added to the poem emotionally if you worked on this one....but it is still very good....( I hope you didn' t mind me giving advise, not the best at it...)

This is a poem I think a lot can relate to...lots of us are unsure of our thoughts at one point in our lives...this one I liked too...

The temptation is you or the poem, i a have feeling of happening\s or is it the title that brings the read to such a high.... life is one hell of a bleeding unend, not when for a woman , this is the very sacrifice life demands of her, painful if then love a smokescreen to cool the nerve or fool her away the truth of life is denied and turns a party in the very game of adding to the pains of humanhood, rose never cease the bleed keep the fire for nothing, for poetry to continue the circle of birth to life.

I thought this poem was absolutely great!

ohhhhhh a hard lesson to learn...a powerful poem here....

at least poetry nevers fails us like every other things at times may so do, friends, love..... this poem is a testament to that sacred truth.

This is beautiful...I think it's more sensous than erotic...and moreso romantic...good job in writing this!

I think it's good lol made me laugh...

So saw it coming.-5-

Yawn

"My soul cries out with my heart, “ow!”" Crystal, how you manage to still type on the keyboard in spite of the splintering of your fingers owing to your osetoperosis is heroic. That a special desk has been made by your parents so that your thalidomide shortened arms can reach the keyboard is admirable. That inspite of your terribly misshapened face and leaking food pipe you are able to brave the publicity of publishing your work is without rebuke. That you are able to rhyme "ow" with "how" and not opt for the obviousness of "cow" or "wow" shows how far your work as come. Gone are the days when you used to take the easy way out and rhyme "love" with "above"; I should be suprised if critics in the future, in a more enlightened age, trawling the archives of the internet don't define this work as the seminal moment in your career when you cast aside the shackles of mental disability and fully grasped the power of language and the allure of suggestion.

fly baby fly the only way to keep alive is to keep dreaming. like the kiddish simpilicty.

Interesting to say the least.

There once was a lady from Bude Who liked to be lewd in the nude. Her cunt she did fill With a pneumatic drill: 'Twas the fastest she'd ever been screwed.

i like.

asstasstic. bonus points for the form of ass, and paradox, and continuity.

This is great...this last Summer I actually saw an ice cream truck and his little bell was ringing lol I wanted to run after him....ahhh the good ole days....nothing will ever compare to them....definately this poem brought back memories so it is a 10....