i think you should find some famous singer to sing it!

hazards coming back to hazard you.

3rd to 2nd person?

I think it's a "poemranker", not a notepad!!

You and your peers should have more respect for other peoples work. Making immature comments is not only stupid but shows a significant lack of character.

really? no, rely. Anywho, I'll bare my balls that you may kick them, firmedly. go for the hook. open with the fencing scene, then backtrack to the birthday party. I am jealous. I am blonde. i am erect? was not was. 10 because you put FORT into this. yes. encore.

Besides, it reminds me of Chris de burgh's(?)"This bleeding heart"!!

So I suggest you keep that in mind next time you decide to randomly drop 0's on good poetry my friend. I will systematically go through your poetry and unleash, do you catch my drift fucknose?

right on the head.

Just a pointless catastrophe, is right. who gave this an 8?

I love the last line. Green, my favorite. Some errors of flow, grammar mostly.

Somebody did this poem a serious disservice. I can fix that with an edit and a ten to get you on the right track again, why you may ask. Because I'm fucking good.

(Free verse) by Craychus The silver of her eyes twinkled its last On the edge of a frail escarpment in halted dust Explosion of beauty raked through hair Drinking deep the delicious evening Ocean Her fields of sunflowers garishly dyed red Bloodied while in the path where sunlight gave Orange paper sun scattering its liquid ashes Flowing fluidly in the stems of the sky's gashes Angry scarlet painting, in her hands a sinful parody Screaming were the seagulls' cry of blasted cacophony Falling mutedly into the maw of a ferocious tide The sun sank as night explodes in visceral infection Hear lunar tears fall rapidly up against a black storm The sorrow of the wailing wind tripped across the norm Sobbing clenching whisp, perched on her private cliffs Stained damp-white glow, magnificent and time-sieved Shaken by beauty, touched and ravaged in purity A crying silhouette outlined a strange clarity As when the tears did stop and her soft sobs melted Her laden eyes feasted on an infinity of stars Galaxies of White dwarves diminished, blue and tamed Faraway wonders each unsung and constantly unnamed She eased into the grass and sighed a loved melody Each sparkle a kiss upon her face in exposed frailty The silver of her eyes twinkled its final flicker When her gentle paper eyelids trembled back over Caressed by the haunted sigh of a night breeze Sleep, she did, hidden by her lover's sorcery.

My son loves these. He actually ate vomit. I like grass, and dirt tastes so much like dirt, it's satisfying just to know there are flavor engineers taking so much pride in their work.

Oh yeah yeah yeah, someone give this the Golden Whatever Award. 20 kalegun salute. 10's for all my friends!!!

And I would even go back in If I were you, and remove 50% of your "of"s okay? ciao.

Journey tripe.

The title should be "Bewitched".

drop the last line.

the oppposite of sublime.