I'm so touched. I know you want, or have wanted, or I, or you, wanted to...wait...whats the next line??

Oh brother must we continue to read these poor poems. But it gets Frass' Sad Sap approval award!!

P&K - hey there. New here. Give me a hand. How do I respond to people's comments on my poems?? Would love to converse. Civilized. Royalfleshly.

umm. hmm. keep trying? :) and do try to take the time. that should be the easiest part, to spend more time on it.

You do the blue poetry so well. Make every word count; you're so close.

Pete, where have you been? On a bender in the woods? I missed your poems! Let's get out the bong!!!

I swear I read this the first time when it was called Waking Up. Why don't you just make the one poem? Or maybe that wasn't what it was called, but it was another angry rant. Doesn't feeling hurt suck? Man, dude I feel it. Freakin women. Don't call her though!! Don't!!

essence of relationships. Well put. Well deserved 8/10

I was inspired. At your mother's house...while in labor. More please. more.

You idiots.. don't you understand anything. Its life. Live. Enjoy. Die. anyways..followers or failure. DarkA. I found it invoking, cautiously simulated within the wind of today's time and hour's friend. Cherrio.

Very good poem, Lmnss. Love the alliteration and wordplay. What does 'toll the Matins' mean?

is this some kind of school assignment? Please, try not to be so predictable. I respect your writing, but capture something else...with all due respect. 5/10

this is painful, but not for the reason you want it to be.

beningly -> benignly didain -> disdain plea is not a verb. plead, perhaps? or "give plea" (stretching it)? smmoth -> smooth I'm glad you're proud, but it would do the sentiment a lot if you could put the poem into less of a halting collection of vaguely rhyming fragments.

good turns, transitions, juxations. Upside down i read and see a meaning that is very, incredibly gleaming. Love it. Love it. 8/10

erm. some work on punctuation and flow would help this; it seems to fall into a rut with the rhythm, and then falter even from that.

Thanks for writing something on this issue, Trev; you've got more guts than I do. What is the addition to our heart?

3am is the loneliest hour to shower.

great! very impressed! You're going somewhere - and this is part of the traveling. Fantastic-iclicly-make-me-cum good. 9/10

I want this poem to end!