yeah. good idea. make love not war. why can't we all just get along? buck up, little camper, every cloud has a silver lining. here, have one point for each unoriginal stanza.

you're music to my ears....9

love...what a bitch...sincere and true...8

although this sounds like a pleasant diversion, i'll pass.

You sandal wearing (tivas), dope smoking frat boy...stick to your job as the restroom attendant..because you won't get anywhere writing shit like this...

i feel like i'm watchin the inspirational network....please...get real...care for a piece of baklava?

i feel like i'm watching the inspirational network....please...get real...care for a piece of baklava?

Don't you mean diva snarling, dope smoking fat boy, (or girl in your case) If you really want a man, I'd think up better ways of complimenting.. something other than writing sad comments or farting in their face...you stink...

this comment isn't about your poem, which is pretty good, but about your profile. I play guitar and cello too. So yeah. I thought that was special.

you godforsaken broad....hahahaaaaaa...that's the best you can come up with????...next...ahhhhh...time for Celtic Cheese...care for an oz?

um, weren't you already "skin, bone, flesh and blood"? or did i miss something?

leave p&k (journalist) alone. he didn't touch her. oh, yeah, sorry for your loss. have a nice score for your poem. maybe that will ease the pain a little.

nope. sorry. you were correct: your heart has been turned to the color of nightfall.

Very much like this. One thing: Hang all journalists till their necks crack, Chop off the hands of the victim who claps, Sounds better and makes more sense.

I like this line: When you cry do your tears end in your lips? That's good.

Wow, I really like this. I know the point of the "wake up" bit and that following it was to suddenly change the mood but it's too harsh a change to me. I think this poem should be ended at "you're late." *shrugs* just me...

pseudointelleisjdcvsssssdctuals....OI....

maybe you should try dipping your hand in sulfuric acid...ssssssss

i like your explanation. as far as i'm concerned, this is the crux of the piece: Yes I pulled this sword out of the stone for you Now watch me, as I use it to run you clear through. It all comes down to this it all hangs on that

um, no, it won't. but for your sake, i hope i'm wrong.