-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on In prison I live, by donmiguel1960
22 Jul 2004, 9:32 AM
I can't even be bothered to help others :(
*PARP* Excuse me, but cracks in stone would be quite useful if you were looking to escape your stone prison and the cracks signified some form of structual weakness in the walls which could be exploited with stolen pieces of metal from the prison workshop.
Not too bad really, for a love poem anyway. Blessed with seven.
Much better. Ten.
The ambiguity creates it own beauty â¦in the world of alternatives â¦
So I should see the world in different aspects or ways
I mean I am just trying to define my own definition of another vision
That I got it from the experiencesâ¦thatâs really different with others
Itâs clear â¦take the step that might not be accepted as others think or believe
But Ill do what I want because I want to make my own choices
My poems represent me...And the world has been discovered in depth of my imagination
OMG i love this poem ash!! its very very good, definately ur best and heres a 10!!!!! .. which is well deserved
your twisted
A very nice expression of the whole jared situation ash, which i do believe is the problem in this poem. Or maybe its sum1 else cuz u wrote this in march n jared was more recent.... hmmmm well ne ways, its nice .. and heres a 8
Nice emotion
Well if 'one' really is becoming a shriveled husk of a person because you are reading the same poems over and over again, maybe 'one' should not read any more poems if your soul purpose is to criticize...just a thought
thanks for the specific coments. You are the only one who will stand up and say what you feel. Please do me a favor, and read my other poems
hey! and u say MY poems are depressing??? lol its a very good expression of w.e u are feeling! and heres a 9
What? You weep with great sorrow for a crushed leaf? Good one. As useless as cracks in a stone? Are cracks in stones really that useless? Yes, yes I suppose they are. But no more useless than cracks in just about anything. Certainly not so useless that I would remark upon their uselessness in casual conversation, perhaps likening them, as you have done, to other useless objects. If you're going to say something is useless, you may as well liken it to something genuinely useless. Like your face.
Your complete lack of punctuation does you credit. And the lines "Your gentle hand / Is the only healing of this treasure" have stained my rosy cheeks with tears, not for sorrow, but of happiness beyond the imagination. Actually, the best part is where you talk about not having to see things with your eyes, because you have memorized them with your mind. Now I'm going to type something with my fingers, which I want you to look at with your eyes, then assimilate with your mind, then say with your mouth, and then hear with your ears:
-=AIDS=-
That was very touching.
I don't have these problems. I am a fence rider.
Awesome Poem!
Dear Doug:
This is zodiac.
As is obvious from my big linked name posted at the top of this comment box.
You are dim. Is this how you think Real Professors communicate?
This has been zodiac speaking.
Thanks,
zodiac.
What silliness is this??? I'm not even talking about "structuralism", or any such thing! That's just what illiterates scream on poemranker when someone bothers to point that they can't put two words together in a meaningful fashion.
The rest of your comment has a serious case of dim.
PS-No.