how old are you? grow up.

Tasty.

I laughed out loud. forks in eyes solve EVERYTHING.

'As slender suicides'... Brilliant. Sheer brilliance. Reminds me of a line in Nabokov's 'Pale Fire', but who cares about that?

i don't like the 'on layaway' part. personal opinion. i think it cheapens an otherwise very well written piece. also, the final five lines do not sit as well as they could with the rest of the poem. it is near perfect, so they bother me. if it was crap, like it could so easily have been, given the subject, i probably wouldn't care enough to mention it.

this is so casual at first, and then the pain comes on hard. with work, this could pierce the heart.

"Unwelcoming waters that served no purpose/But which were something one could watch." this does not fit. the poem has a mgic to it; in verbosity, you drain that quality away. see about paring it down some more.

ok, no. stop saying ok. kay? methinks the girlie doth protest too much...

oh lord Jesu, please deliver us from this plague of craptacular poemes.....amen. p.s. Maria, when you were holving, did you use the zesty Italian dressing or vaseline?0.

wow. simply amazing.

and wine turns to vinegar when exposed to air.

i never calimed to be a genius. if i were one, and i had written this, i would have omitted the hypen; it is not clever. and so, i shall rank you and in so doing, also rank myself.

such a voyage of discovery! i like my early morning exploits much more than the ones you write of. to each his own, though.

i'm calling you on this one. fess up. NOW-uh!!!

Eye am just curious why the ellipsoidal head each and every one of your poems. Is it a stylistic choice? Is it part of your overwhelming desire to set yourself apart from the maddening crowd? Are you the sort that dresses the part of the artistic to make yourself stand out becasue your talent cannot do it? Eye am just curious to you creative process? any assistance here would be greatly appreciated to understand how I should approach this work.

Count Caddington of puddilia will have his revenge, good sir...and you will once again kiss the crevase that bore your haggard demon frame. burp.

wow, my faith in good new postings has been restored.

it's pretty.

darling...i see a wonderfull future for you in my bengied chickens entrails...lovely! 9.

So, you realised you had to mature. Dare I ask why you decided not to?