Overall, not a bad collection, but it's not setting new standards, that's for sure. I would of given you sixes and sevens. Maybe an eight after some editing.

therefore you own up to nothing? yeah, i bet you don't. how chillingly creepy.

I'd rather you climb down from your tree and watch a disney film for a change.:)

Damn ur just as good as ur daughter. a little lighter of a mood but just as good. Our emotions show in our writting u express them very well

Many of your poemes seem to be based on a rather curious assumption: that you have some property P that is neither an occurrent property nor a disposition; nor is it supervenient on any delineable set of your other properties. It is unclear what such a property could be. It's a common enough mistake to make, Felzpoet. You have misinterpreted your desperate longing as some kind of indescribable compatibility or even destiny. The sooner you work out that there is no such thing as being meant for someone, and the sooner you work out that there is nothing inherent about you that makes you compatible with people you desperately long for, the sooner a) you will feel better b) you will concentrate on an activity more worthwhile c) the members of poemeranker will stop having to read your terrible poetry. I hope you realise it is for your own good as much as the good of everyone around you.

Felz, I loved it. For real. I'm more of a rhyming, and the beat was a lil off (I do beat poetry, so i might be a lil harsh) it's great though!

Dead people don't become angels. Even the most basic grasp of theology would tell you that. This is also at least the second poeme in which you have rhymed "love" with "above" in some insipid reference to heaven.

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I'll tell you what really fucking annoys me about pieces of crap like this. The whole reason poemes with simple rhyming schemes that crudely express an obvious and uninteresting emotion are seen as deep and meaningful and beautiful is because people associate them with children, because it's the kind of poeme children write, and when children do something sad inexpertly it's beautiful and meaningful etc.. But you aren't a child, so when you do it it isn't beautiful or meaningful, it's just stupid. Stop doing it.

Guess i'd better getthehellouttayourway. Gimme my tiki back!

So long ago I read this. too immature to fully appreciate its product. It's fermenting well in my cask.

The glove with no fingers flipped off the mitt.

Probably in lap dances.

Okay, you can stop now.

excuses, notice the c.

"one second you cold ,the next hot" you're. It's. "behind still holding to you" onto.

"prays for hope as her world uncurls" unfurls, would work better. nameless. "Maybe though dieng you'll see we're not unalike!"" through dying. Also, the piece needs to put come commas to work for it.

Of course.

The worst thing I have ever read. 0.

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