It's not too obscure; I got it. 6. Not a bad effort.

Awful. 1. A large sack of wank. Poncy and overly expressive. I have a nasty taste in my mouth.

I like this piece Ming. 8. It could hardly be described as politically correct, but that makes it all the more amusing. The punchline is stark and bold.

Nice. 7. Simple and to the point. A predictable ending, but a pleasant enough ditty nevertheless.

This is good. 8. The title really complements the poem, and the choice of words is very well done.

I like this alot. 9. The piece is pithy yet detailed, and the final line is beautifully simple in comparison to the vague imagery of the poem. Nice one.

Generally I despise this type of hogwash, but this is short enough to be acceptable. If you'd rambled on for much longer in this vein I'd have given you a deserved slating, but have a 3 for not inflicting too much upon me. I don't like the poem much at all though. There's far too much of this melancholy dross being banded about.

A good poem. Have an 8 madam. There's nothing wrong with a bit of sentiment now and again, providing it's not dripping with the usual kind of slushy imagery which can be found in the vast majority of these kind of poems. This isn't; it's different and I too love 'naive as turnips'. The ending of the poem is nicely done as well - the short, stacato lines add valuable punch to the poem's conclusion. A job well done.

Very poor. 1. I especially dislike the way you've repeated the first verse as the last verse. Whether it was to add emphasis or for some other reason I don't know, but it smacks of schoolboy poetry. The rest of the poem is simply dull; there is nothing in it to interest or engage me. Go away and do much better next time.

Zeddicus: if what you say is correct, you have a remarkable ability to be able to know what the vast majority of the teenage population of the world are feeling. Perhaps you should become the most successful counsellor the planet has ever seen. Or perhaps you're just talking out of your arse.

Depressing. 7. Keep taking those tablets; whatever, you do, don't forget. This is miserable stuff. If you were trying to be bleak and dark, congratulations. Not the thing to read if one needs cheering up.

As much as I'm loathe to say it, this isn't bad. 6. It's evident that you're trying to be a smart-arse, but you pull it off. Nobody likes a smart-arse though, so just remember that when you're next out and about and telling everyone how good you are. Smart-Arse.

Is this about masturbating or wiping your arse? 6. Always take a pack of tissues out with you. Then you'll be spared any embarrassing moments.

Nice idea, and executed with a dab of panache. 7. The ending's a little wishy-washy, but as a whole, there's still something there to interest the reader.

Nice final verse. 7. It really sums the poem up well. Some evocative imagery as well.

A quality poem, Tascobar. 8. I particularly like the form you have chosen; the short sentences indicate a stunted thought process, which is what I presume you are partly alluding to in your piece. Jolly good show, old bean.

Heavy stuff. 6. A couple of the later, longer verses are a tad clumsy, but there's some good imagery and ideas. 'the wet cement of incision drip' is a really nice line.

This stinks. 1. I'm afraid I find it terribly cliched, and would have no desire to ever see this finished. Go away and work on something a little more original.

Distinctly average Mr. Angel. 5. Your prodigious output clearly has an impact upon your quality control.

More incisive poetry Tascobar. However, I regretfully feel that you have taken inspiration from others with this piece, and so can only award a 4. Nice try, buddy.