Congradulations! See, that wasn't so tough.

Hmmm... I like the way this sorta moves you but the language seems just a little forced. -8-

i need a tissue *sniff*

Nice subject matter and I like the way you question yourself. I really think that you worked to hard to confine your thoughts to your 4 line stanza. Let those thoughts run free.

Been there it sux. LIFE GETS BETTER AWARDE -10-

How does this sex chart work? Do the lines indicate having had sex with someone? Is the having had sex with relation transitive?

I left her latest e-mail on your other poem. I thought you would get a kick out of which direction she landed in after your kick. lol. ah, great poem, naturally. now i was wondering, one cook to another...trout? what cheese and what wine goes with a nice 9 lb filet of german brown? sharp cheddar and chardonay, of course, but what would be your choice? In case... you know... you stopped by for dinner. wow, how about that muti huh? hates me, but wants to sign me to virgin? now that's ironic in so many ways it collapses the colon invertically.

all the shit i've said on poemranker is shit you've already said. i'm about to go out, so i'm gonna make this quick. i met the president of virgin records and now i work for a music management co. i can help you. give me a cd of your latest recordings. if you're still moody and need time that's fine. at any rate, know that i would never tell anybody what you've shared with me. i'm serious. that's why i go on poemranker, because it's a way to inflict damage but not really. i know you know me better than that and i don't lie. you have my word that i will not contact you unless of course you call and i return a call. you can blow this off if you want, but it's a good opportunity.... save it and maybe e-mail me back in a few days. -T My answer, is of course, no thank you tanya. not now, not ever, but i am producing a young alternative band called,' The unsellables ' they're at notachanceinhellflake@toodliekissass.com

I FORGOT WHEELCHAIRS. OH WELL. THE USE OF CHRISTOPHER REEVES IS A BIT TIRED ALTHOUGH ENLIVENED SOMEWHAT BY THE FALLS...IN LOVE DISCONNECT. MUCH LIKE HOW SALT ENLIVENS ORANGE SALADS.

What makes this a superior poem is the fact that it burns with the anti poem identity of the new young poetically devoid movement out of a small sandusky ohio church's lawn mower shack. Now, as my friend james would say "out the window with it".

Well if that doesn't prove that you are not me, nothing will. Because i hate my mum, and last saw her at five (for8mnths) then at 21 for (3 mnths) but she left me and my dad when i was 9 months old, and then my father went to prison for 16 years. thank god for grandmas and kind aunts huh? But sounds like you and your mom got along, ah it is interesting that apparently we share a similiarity in movie and music taste or art or culinery feastings, i guess that is so rare it makes us the same? lol. Your poetry reeks of Great Britian the isle of man and white. why people can't see that. who knows. you are either older and well traveled, having a great and refined grasp of the written word, or you are Tarquin la bog, ha just kidding? but you don't have the young urban chisel chest of poor white trash mid west america like i almost do.lol. great poem. but i hate moms normally. i will let your's slide. 8

This is an absolutely disastrous attempt at poetry. First of all, the title - REALITY - great way to drive home the REALISM of your piece with both alarming and shocking clarity! Oh wait, actually it's crap. "If I were in another place, I'd be there beside you" - would you? What if that other place wasn't BEside them, but INside them? Didn't think of that one, did you!? "If it could work out" - yeah the crucial word in this phrase is "If", because actually, disableds can't "work out". They're too lazy. Not to mention stupid. I think it's time you faced up to THAT little REALITY. "If it was... but it was not" - ahhhhh but what if it actually WAS? Then your entire poeme would be a complete lie. But overall, completely ace! 10/10!!!

Sad but I see this scenario played out everyday.

You write well considering this isn't your native Language. Now onto this poem, It lacks any real emotion. Its just the thoughts that go with suicide. The human thought process is better left in a classroom or a debate forum.

Truth be told we only see what we want to see Tounges lie with ease Your ears are like our eyes If you gave your heart fully then when it broke you'd die Still to be fair not a bad poem -6-

Too incomplete. Expand on what your saying.

Everyday.

my compliments. here. 9.

Needs more content but this would be a LIFE GETS BETTER AWARDE if I hadn't all ready given you one today. Trust me girlfriends come and go but the poems you write about them will haunt us forever. -8-