I like the regretful tone of this, but 'Like if it were yesterday' is ungrammatical - 'As if it were yesterday' would be right. 'Handing me' is curious as well - handing you something? Touching you? It's quite a nice phrase.

gate/fate true/blue and of course the ever popular love/above.

Yeah Da. three computers, and a pet sloth. named juniper swallows. p.s i still enjoy this poem, even though frass wrote it. old bastard.

thisd poem is absolutely beautiful.

Yes, I think the end is too melodramatic. Originally it was where children 'cry', not die, which in retrospect I should have stuck with. But the point is that the school system is designed to stifle individuality and lots of kid suffer terrible trauma, and that's something that needs to be written about.

Why holmes with your rapier mind you solve the most perplexing of mysteries. What small clues could have led to such a deduction. By all that is wonderous i do belive some bits of Frass are rubbing off on me, yes i see it, you have been to Virginia Beach, where you will be riding the new (to you) '01 Gary Fisher Joshua F4 you just nabbed for a song this afternoon. Oh what a magnificent gift. Although it could just be cause i left the light on and the window open.

The poem isn't about me in any direct sense, but it's about the struggle to overcome doubts and accept faith. You don't have to believe, but if the alternative is nothing then it seems a good idea to try.

i preffer to belive in a land of milk and honey, where one can purchase a sheep on a stick for the verse from a well known popidle. Alas i have seen the future and it does not include vannessa, nor or a wooly headed beast. Why must you torrment my mind with visions of blackness. Handshandy you are a shit. Leave us to our wonderful visions

you also lose, and i win. SO there

Dear dear birthmark/steaming pile of, -=Dirk=- and i are quite quite different, not only are my new wings far bigger and more impressive than his, he is saintly and godly and wise beyond his sheep worrying years. I am knave, a peasant and quite possibly a pediatrician (at one of the little people). Perhaps you are both Agoraphobic and need to reassure yourself that numbers are not getting out of hand, however in the interests of truth, justice and the american way and at the risk of setting off an attack, I AM NOT -=DORK_ARSEHOLE=-.

I prefer nothingness to belief in a myth. Or rather, I believe in humanity and the universe rather than an external god. But this poem is good because it raises this debate; it is individual and provocative.

Black black it's all black.

Be careful what you say young man or you may end up in a slough of despondency.

yes take your lessons from birthmark, he shall turn you from child to adult. He will change you mould you, shape you, and only you, for he is agoraphobic and can only work with the select chosen few for fear of the FEAR

Bravo!the third stanza esp was well-shaped."luxury of choice"indeed!interesting!

So (that)is.6

well, now that you have a fancy new user name, i see the error of my ways, and retract my comment. forgive me, oh fancy-winged {--=D=--} i beseech thee

Cherry handles?

Liked it very much esp last 9 lines.8