Is this a poem or a triangle?

oh so sweet

Quit watching MTV and read a book. Then try again.

Such a creative use of profanity and in so little space. Pure genius, send this off to Harpers at once!

Who is this D.A. Are you from misery, USA. I am looking for my father. Everyone should read this before they write on this site!

Why is that lemonade? Because I can spew drivel in two seconds and folks, even like you will give it credence. I am proving a point. (I have not ventured to your work yet, but I hope it is better than some of what I have seen so far). You are a coddling patsy. Are you a high school teacher that encourages this rubbish? Not the poem above razorgirl (calm down), but in general. I do not have time to coddle. I want to read good stuff and help those writers perfect their work.

Jesus, razor girl, I am trying to move on, but everybody wants a piece of my poor hillbilly ass. I can't write fast enough. I have pete on my ass, you and lemonade. And I can only respond here. This is great work. Love it. (Is that better?)

I swear razor girl this is coming to an end.
Leomonade--Theory turns me on. Seriously, we have nothing better to do here than watch plains go over our heads and contemplate. What part of my last point did you miss? But hey, on a friendlier note, I am glad you picked up the Elliot/Chaucer punch, now I know someone on this site is schooled. Even if the poem is meant to be crap. And as far as writing classes go, half of them are like group therapy, filled with needy people and looking for art in the meantime.

Keats you are not. Try again, this time w/o caps.

you must have incredibly boring dreams seeing the same crap in each one. I must say young fellow you are the better of the gaggle of giggling adolescents that are taking up space from the real poets (five or six) on this site and that is not a compliment. anywho, hopefully college will give you a bit of experience and make these things you call lyrics and poems more interesting.

but really you are just a young hippie? especially considering your poems (of course I have only read five - that's all you get now) are filled with moronic babble that makes the young pups on the site ohhh and ahhh and run out to the eastern philosophy section at the local book store. and how dare you call my work juvenile - i am a champion writer with words that at least have something definite to say, not flow in circles as i try to mesmerize and woo young girls with my charming understanding of new age movements. call rubbish, rubbish. you should send her to read my work, so she can see what real poetry is.

my dear, even hallmark here in kc misery would smirk at this rubbish. save if for your adolescent journal. this here is a poetry site - not a medium for young folks to clutter with words of misinterpreted hormones.

buy her a candy bar and stop writing this sugary trash.

why the hell are they in the woods? are they fisher people that went on a bender? anywho - i like the contrast of the pocket watch with the other images. you can tell something is out of place. maybe the narrator is looking for something he is being forced to find? hmmmm? you tell me. and on that note, you may be worthy opponent but I am a champion with the pen and shall destroy you?

i swear i just read this. why don't you just tack it on to the other poem and make it one long turd of a journal entry.

aabba is a swedish band that surged back into popularity with the release of Muriel's Wedding - quite the sad flick. they turned down a billion USD to reform. Now that is a love poem. and this poem is quite clear and the title leaves nothing to the imagination. the first sentence is a base, the end is a point. i shall check out this so called hours fellow in my search for worthiness.

are you going to pawn this off to slayer?

You people quit acting like flirting teenagers and write real poetry. What is the difference in color between blood and heart blood, and would a wolf go for that or the throat. This sounds like the resolving moments of a horror novel. With some work, it might change the conversation from where someone works to poetry. I suggest a rewrite.

change your major.