Immediately remove your keyboard, shellac it, and donate it to the local museum. Next, buy a new one and finish this novel. Run straight home, Charlie: This. Is. Your. Golden. Ticket.

fallen within the drenched raincoat she finds a penguin cavity filled with desire to run and roam and make pool noodles out of foam

haha i like it.... and i mean the spelling mistakes, too!

I like the rhythm. She walked up and down paw > pa? The last 2 lines confuse. Maybe you mean "she'd do anything but go back there"

very descriptive. prostitute, i assume.

I actually think this is a great poem. WELL DONE, 10!, i also commend you for standing up for yourself infront of all these people stabbing at your faith.

Proper.

Clever, Sad and droopy.

its like playing a record backwards...lol Bethy

awww cool looc wwwa ...OK like my computer is limited to those wonderful little mark thingys...:) Bethy

hehehehehehe hahaah heh heh ya ya fun...:) Bethy