Not so sure about that last stanza, but the rest is Great. You are the griddle, I am the meat. <---- sorry, that bit is from a song I'm listening to at the moment. Looooovage!

How many issues?

WONDERFULLY PERPLEXED, AND VIVID. - LYRISICK-.

You in a bad mood or something? Don't worry about hurting him...she's bound to do it for you (I think I'm joking (!)) Here's my part but with different characters: I liked somebody She rejected me It hurt I gave up and had lunch (Repeat until asphyxiation) I believe that this is the best way. I shall give you an eight and hope you feel better this morning.

Nice job with an overdone subject. You added something different to it..just what I can't put my finger on, but I like it.

Overall an amazing poem, but just felt like silly didn't really fit in though. Maybe you could look for a different adjective. Since in the whole dark and wise tone of the whole poem, silly is a little naive and childish.

I wouldn't call this a poem. But it is fairly interesting You always stand out You are modern art

Yes I like the rhythm and the sudden stops in it Quite creative

very well put together I understand it as a poem Before I even think about the meaning Have an 8

Do you have a recipe for Disaster? How about Rasberry Swirl I Scream? Can I envelope your Trifle with my drunken Lady Fingers? Slip your blade into the marmalade.

surely this is no poem, perhaps a small dash of emtion to compliment a high school english assignment...i'd say sophomore, maybe junior year

good start...ends on the sour note you claimed it to be

A myth! certainly this is not one. For calling yourself the wife of God, surely you are not too close to His heart

but as far as poetry goes, i applaud

I would not say this is a poem. But it is interesting all the same. Indeed.

" As if the tears were meant (to) flow out with every echoed boom. Leaving in their wake (a) vast and meaningless container". couple erps here, but otherwise, 'right on'.

I didnt say anything about dancing!

" He had served her ha(n)d and foot; why not one last time?" "propve" is a romanian liquor mad out of walnuts. Could I dare ask... Is this the sequel to harrison ford's witness? because this poem takes me to amish land like a time machine. A cow udder time machine. As for love? well, love is an 'action' used to describe, define and structure a specific environment + circumstance + changing of awareness - What they told you it was . that which can not be held or kept only temporarily shared divided by (our grasp of time, which unfortunately is a constantly changing variable). It also serves for a great foundation to breed upon since normally before one experiences love they tend to be immature, selfish, needy, basically all over the adolescent map. here is a fact. Your love for another, for God, or yourself, are all risks undertaken by those who have succesully climbed that mountain of thought to reach that notion in order to jump in the first place. Which order one obtains those three in, in life, is what's critical however, and often confusing, hopeless, and fatal.

(Groan) Dont start. I dont think i am able to define what is and isnt a poem - i merely question it.

fag.