It's a shame you're the only competition this sight has to offer, and a dark secret relief.

yes i was confusing it. this one does work nicely. very clear.

Did you tamper with the rhyme scheme? I know of two types of sonnetts and this doesn't fit either.

funny

cad, this cuts.

Thank you for the mention - gosh i feel giddy with fame!!! hmm now im on holidays i might drag up some more works - i can write honest!!

a might touchy today, eh 195.157.153.253?

If no one understands then how is it you can write this... I dunno, "poem", I guess? Also butterflies are beautiful on the outside. Maybe write about geodes, no that's stupid too, come-up with some new analogies, pleeeaaase!(I'm one to talk, I'm all goo-goo-eyed at the moment and can't invent anything substansial)

A thing is not a lie if there is some truth to't. This false beauty is more truthful than your outright deceit. It is honest. You are angry. also... if no one understands something that you understand, then you have made fools of us all

You should quote me where applicable, (as in the whole poem since I wrote it) because otherwise, you're such a talentless cad, you can't even plagiarise my comments with out saturating it all in your own homosexual jealous straight edge BORING tantrumesque piddle. Good work 10!

first seven and last five lines are a bit ungamely the rest is fine

Wowzers. You seem so harmless on the outside. But deep down you're a seething cauldron of rage. A turbulent cess pool of corruption. Kids better stay away from you because you're dangerous. Dangerous to the max. And dark. And mysterious. You're OuT oF coNtROl, man. You're way beyond the extreme. You're special. Yeah. Right.

Is a butterfly's beauty on the inside or on the outside? Think on that and you'll realise your analogy fails. You fail.

The bad news: S-3 I don't like. S-1 curdling sky/clear sky. keep the curdling. overall, a bit too much. overdone. The good news: You are tucked under a swans wing. paddle gently. listen to her rhythm. she will share her feathers. best of luck.

"comes usually with. After some treatments you'll look like a sith." oh, that sure is pimply, all right. but it sounds more like chronic acne!

A valiant effort. keep pluggin'. http://poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=47717 Buy a copy of poetry for dummies. No kidding. I own one. it'll cost ya twenty smackers:)

Too late! thats how it always is

Great poem, love the personification of faith, and the hand towels. You're a genius when you wanna, a poet always. Kisses.

Very funny. "Plight" doesn't belong somehow, but the end makes up for it. I LOL, really I did.

hey now it makes sense!