That's the slut in you going for seconds.

Theorem: God Has A Bum Proof: (1) God has a throne (Matthew 5:34-35) (2) There is no point in having a throne unless you sit on it (elementary throne theory) (3) You cannot sit on something unless you have a bum (elementary bum theory) (4) So God must have a bum (5) Q.E.D Corollary: God makes toilet Proof: (1) God has a bum (by the theorem) (2) There is no point in having a bum unless you use it (elementary bum theory) (3) All bums are used to transport dung from the Jeffrey's Holster, through the exoskellington and into an external receptacle (elementary dung theory) (4) So God makes toilet (5) Q.E.D

Very nice. Try an allusion to the giant line early in the piece. Also, check tenses--I think they're okay, but I still found myself going hmmm.

I had to look to make sure you weren't one of our new 14 year olds, now I can say Oh no I can't. O.K. Though. You know, I never see any comments from you. Do you expect vote's and such w/o reciprocation?

Spellcheck your stuff once in awhile, that way you at least seem to know what you're doing. What is this about? Your Grandma, a miscarraige,?

I especially like the third Stanza. (I've already said that at least once today)

Guess you found him huh?

It does sound kinda pimple. Try to expand your mind when writing about love, it's too easy to sound cliche(At least that's what they say)

I guess you can imagine 'Heart w/o keys to be yours if you need it that badly.

So far this one's my favorite, Sliver :)

Oh poet! You are my eyes' mind what cannot see but to think.

Does mountain dew really lower sperm count? Or was that just an urban legend?

This poem was very good. Were you writing about a time when someone hurt you. This poem kind of reminds me of something my boyfriend writes when he is upset. Maybe you should check out some of his writing, he goes by leviathan.

I didn't mean that in a bad way, I just wanted to make certain I wasn't leaving an improper comment for a youngster, the poem is not in question, I liked it.

I like your collection of snapshots. I didn't know they got hurricanes up in Maine, though. <~

On Visiting My Father Lyric 9.14 17 sliver Rain Free verse 7.70 15 lydia evelyn Confusion Other 7.58 15 lydia evelyn You Would Take Me Back? Free verse 7.52 15 lydia evelyn Your Past Free verse 7.50 12 lydia evelyn Broken Ground Lyric 7.45 14 sliver Some lights Don't Shine Free verse 7.44 12 sliver Controlled Free verse 7.33 17 lydia evelyn Meagan (Prose) Other 7.28 18 wcrystal lane swiftw Your Only Warning Free verse 7.25 13 lydia evelyn Amor Por Tigo (Espanol) Free verse 7.19 13 lydia evelyn Aftermath Free verse 7.14 14 lydia evelyn Nice Guy (Drama with Mike Herriman) Other 7.12 18 wcrystal lane swiftw Disappointed Ode 7.12 18 wcrystal lane swiftw Depressed Other 7.12 18 wcrystal lane swiftw Missing Danny (Prose) Other 7.11 19 wcrystal lane swiftw End of Us Ode 7.11 19 wcrystal lane swiftw Cornerhouse Evening Other 7.11 19 wcrystal lane swiftw Sad Haiku 7.08 13 sliver Empty Moon Free verse 7.07 12 sliver Whats wrong with this picture? I mean other than the contrived boring poetry.

When you write do you cross your legs? And why do you continuously keep voting a bunch of soggy cracker jack poems onto the best list as if they would have walked there on their own? "Those that live only through their need to be needed through others? Suffer from a thirst a flood couldn't ar(c)k away from them. Enjoy your boat trip.

good thing mars isnt retro anymore :D

Thank god for the last two sentences becauses I almost wretched from Ikea poetry overload.

Please do, but not in front of me. I'm not wearing shoes.