This is worse than the last one I read of yours. Have you considered a journal?

Not a good poem. Tells all, shows nothing.

If you would have actually used images to convey this, you might have something resembling a poem. Unfortunately, you did do that. You told us everything and did not show us a thing.

A traditionalist poet, and at sixteen: how fucking cute! It is great you read the old dead farts, as they are most important. But these paltry imitations should be left to ones diary.

Another dead poet. This sucks dead poet.

Send this off to Disney.

A skater dude and skater gurl writing are such sweet little poems to each other. And to think you hide behind the armor of face piercings and green hair. It's Emo poetry.

I was talking to Bachus. Your poems are hilarious, especially that dwarf one. We need someone here to mock the form we try so hard to take seriously and over intellectualize. The teeny bobbers don't get it because their hormones are flying everywhere. If you are a teenager, I apologize. This guy, bachus, seems to take everything personally and seriously and try to cover up the fact he does not by posting this crap, which really wastes everyone's time. So if he put the whining to writing he just might have something. Sorry to talk about you the 3rd here Bachus.

If you spent as much energy writing as you do whining you might actually write something worth reading on the site. You must get over being intimidated. It is the only way you can move on from mother. And by the way, razor girl, drivel is an archaic noun, but I do believe it is also a good old verb.

I see you again dear poem, and still I cannot succumb to even pretending to feel the happiness everyone wants in being able to write anything more than rubbish. There, I voted, now please go away.

Look at the shape Dark Master. It has a top, middle and fate bottom. Three levels, like a mega shopping mall. It even has a butt. And maybe that is Jack's secret to lulling in the 20-something girls at his age. On the other hand, maybe it is his perky love poems. Maybe he writes them all in heart shapes.

Wow, this could have been good.

Didn't I already say I didn't like this once. Do I have to vote on the poem for it to stop popping up in the random file? I know there are tons of poems on this site.

Writer of triangle poems, this sets a new precedence. You could have easily spiraled right down the drain here, but instead you somehow make this thing work on at least three levels. If the cello is not one of the most sensual instruments around, it is now.

Yes one thing does happen after the other. What a profound way of stating the obvious. And quit it with the...It is senseless.

A few nice lines in a pile of general junk and a trite subject.

I like the first line, but after that, it literally falls off the page.

Who is "us"? So, is the nowhere place civilization or just the place "us" goes to become someone else? Hey, like the Internet. Is that the nowhere place for the nowhere man living in the nowhere land?

Oh poor boy. The humiliation you must feel.

This is emotional drool, not poetry. The raging hormones of adolescence belong in the locked diary away from mommy's eyes.