Not bad, and simple, to the point, and as refreshing as waking up naked in the zoo.

interesting, good imagery. ill bless thee with a -7-

interesting, slightly confusing though, i like it oh clever birdie. 8

Precisely why I'm bisexual. A summer and winter home. If I could offer you some advice it would be take more risks, and find and mix layerably more stimulating subjects and materials. For example, put tis poem inside of a diner with al of the weird characters that would accompany the diner of your imagination, 100 year old waitress with a tit job. gay tough guy rapist trucker, and so on. think U turn (the movie) then mix in this subtextualesque story of a chick that ignores you piece. capeesh.

Ah, the smell of burnt love in the morning, priceless.

the elusive is desirable. I think this speaks well. thankyou.

floating along the shore.. i saw a fragmented dream.. it was this and now i say that: Nice start.. no finish.. confused and vague.. i cant even figure out what the fuck this poem is even talking about. its like a sudden burp that i sometimes do and save to make a complete piece. come back when you can connect your pen with that brain..

simple, to the point.. could use more imagination.. ill save my vote in the hope that this sees an expansion and a rewrite

yes lost soul we have the power to make it fall.. thats not special, the blessed have that too.. but we have the power to see beyond good and evil through the core of pure sinners suffering.. to make it fall yes, but its what we can create from the ashes that is true when it comes to foolish illusions such as power.. despite some imagination lacking in this poem, im going to bless it with an 8

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And God said let it rain 10s.

Unfortunately the last one passed on yesterday, and I fear us next. Quick to the (ass)hat mobile, and step on it. There are a couple of very humorous lines here, and it's a sonnet, and that's a plus being that's what you went for. I bring this up because, well in the flat warm Cherrycoke flood in the sweet year of 19dashidee4, I set out to pen an most pleasing of Sonnets and came out instead with a lb. of cubed Colby Chedder still mooing. All be it surprised, and a bit shaken we became best friends until I accidentilly used it as a stool thickener during a time of much running and flushing, naturally, I appologized, and found much needed closure.

sad and beautifull song of love never realized only dreamed or so it seems.. -10-

A sunclap, hmmmm it's not every day an original word of this nature works well, and it did. i think a lot about fusing words because well when you can't spell for shit or punctuate, you better fuse words better than most or pray you can get by with borrowed & rearranged titles, because being able to make highly symbolic and triple edged hybrids like "sunclap" is as important of a tool in a poets chest, as listening is to an actor. Take a nine and <chicky chicky chew> Will can tame a shrew.

go supreme dreamer, but typo of 'feces', should be faeces

Im.. not exactly sure how to answer as certain things mentioned act like a fucking mirror.. but this wont scare me, it only drives me insane into a task of getting to know you, wondering if perhaps that will be permitted.. You speak of seeing the future.. You speak of a boy that looks at a room and breaks it down into code (striking me with shock as i remember childhood memories) you strike at the core of my own name sir, suprisingly.. Now i understand.. yes, i do, for as i was signing up for this i had dejavu, i now remember the flash i had.. well man, with your potions you see into the void of what will be, but i wonder if you can see the whirlpools of time, chaos storms that have no cut clear result as to a persons fate. I see without magic potions (hope i didnt take a metaphore too seriously) I have only recently awakened from the chains of my soul and mind.. now i wonder what exactly you have in the name of dream to present to this mystics table..

hmmm By The Way: wht = why? And the poem is very vague.. seems like a fragment of something that can be much more than what it is.

calming vision.. its like the sigh expressed after sex.. hmm what to bless you with.. ill give this a -6-

I might be a homosexual but that was gay.

Ok man, i read them side by side and almost died.. you tried to kill me leaving my dead body with a disturbing grin!! how dare you commit such sin! fucking a, your a genius. from 8 to 10