8th grade pool parties.

Was it the love perhaps? Love of death and mortality?
Or maybe tits?

knowing is insignificant.

Drug induced mind banter with the unknowable isn't poetry, it's more like, mmmm.., 8th grade! Are you in the gifted classes? Sugar love, ..hmmm.?heh?

This reads like an 8th grade childs diary.

fucking 8th grade poopy! a downward spiral

sudden infant death is harsh. I understand .

Lincoln was a REPUBLICAN!

I liked this one, it was not 8th grade.

good job. keep it up champ.

This seems a little on the cheap side, dime store playground romance, for the wakefully challenged. I can appreciate the subtleties involved and wouldn't disregard your intention, but thats my feeling. A college ruled notebook letter to bobby, all folded with hearts and junk,shit, .

Have you met crystal lane swift?

I like it because of it's final line. Three dimensional logic is fuckin restrictive, and nothing will cause you more heart ache. Hope is fleeting, happiness fleeting, glory fleeting.. but we can have the time of our lives chasing them down. This is and "we are".

A nice read, and definetely full of empathy. The turmoil we call life can cause a sense of longing, but it's the syntax, the breaking sun from the clouds, that lets us know this has happened so many times.

The isolation comes across well, but it lacks any esthethic quality. it's flat and needs more dimension.

uplifting read. thanks.

typos anyone?

charming read indeed.

I'm in color theory this term and this write makes me think of all the mystery of percieved color. I found it very subtle but loaded with truth.

I think it's about Texas Hold Em. I love that game.

Trite.