Happens all the time. I've already lost three that way this week.

Sweet, rustic

Sounds likes a case of food poisoning to me. Every poem you wrote today was an utter waste of time. Try again.

Better.

"I found the sin of oceanic waters as I would drown" Christ, things are grim when even the Oceanic waters are sinning? you sure that's heaven and not just a blue and gold macaw eating a papaya?

No comment.

Something I can share.

aha, yes, funny, but again, not yours PLAGERISED! WANKER!

That's not the universe ticking gumshoe that's the sound of poets everywhere eating their time pieces, so as to forget when they read this.

I like your half rhyme, things and screams. And I like the final two lines too

a comment nice and succinct is the essence of poetry for me. This is not a haiku but never mind

man i would be hwoarang i'll kick everyone's asses

Another.

Loaded with feeling.

Perfect greeting card.

Yes, I often find myself doing the same thing in my closet with a toothbrush in me mums pink knickers. "But my soul is still trapped inside myself" This line I believe really ups the stakes in life... I must admit. Having our own souls trapped inside our own bodys during our lives? It's preposterous and down right frightening. Especially, when we've become so accustumed to carrying them around under our hats.

u forgot How?

Well, than lunch is in you.

Yep.

Yummy