Glad you like it

I ment hallow. Only by asking yourself who you are, can ask yourself who you want to be.

Huh??

Well at least your not on the top of the list.

Who really can?

K. No problem. Thanks for writing it.

How very christan of you Blind. Way to set an example.

As for you open wounds you remind me of this girl I know. If things are as bad as you say they are then you have three major choice you can make. Either change things (Blind's way, or any other), Leave things as they are, be misearible, or option number three. Stop caring about being apart of the crowd and be as absolutly different as you can be. <=#3 could be considered option #1 but it being different isn't really a change for you I guess and its not really staying the same either.

Oh yeah I like this alot. I'd like to use your piece as lyrics for my band with your permission. -10-
Not to be mean or anything but I think your first line is missing a word.

I never said that D.A. had a genitalia.

A third party implys someone who can't express a bias. It therefore excludes YOU! Seeing as to how you have never been kind to either of us that makes you bias against the both of us. Two negative bias are still a bias in one direction. You declared me defeated but you already have preconcieved notions about the both of us, so NO.

P.S. What would you have me suck? I know that I would probably refuse on some sort of moral grounds but I must say that I do wonder.
P.S.S. What happened to me me arguing with D.A.?

Rich. Just rich. Unfortunately You have no authority to inforce your declaration! So sadly no I won't consent defeat(not to mention that you are not an impartial party, seeing as to how you have made comments to me at least, And thus have some background history with one of the debators, and can express a bias either for myself or D.A. <it also doesn't help that I think that you and D.A. are the same person>).

P.S. I wouldn't say soiled. More like dug up and put to proper use, then returned to nature.

Melodramatic? Why not. But your last comment makes about as much sense to me as fishing with a hand grenade.

P.S. You already know my age D.A. its yours no one is quite sure about.

P.S. If I was in checkmate in a game of words I'd have to admit defeat or a third party would have to decare me defeated. Seeing as that hasn't happened(cause much as it may be hard for you to belive) I haven't been defeated.

"People don't take off for typos as much as you'd think" when equated with mathmatics versus "spelling isn't everything". Thats like equating Mcdonalds with Burgar King. They are almost one another's shadow. Same thing just a slightly different favor.

D.A. For you the world is flat and only the complexities of your own ignorance coupled with what you(meaning you D.A. and you alone) believe to be the truths of reality. I know this poem hits on cliche but the fact that it moves me despite its typos is why I like it. Relax. Stop being anal and examining everything with a microscope.

What I was trying to get across is that spelling isn't everything!
Sure its nice but If you can spell excellently but can't convey an image then your poem is going to suck. On the other hand if you can paint that image with your words for the reader to see but can't spell worth a damn your not losing out as much. Yes I am still talking about this poem, The image she lays out is one that is easy to imagine. Plus you can see her feelings of joy and hope for the future. Typos or not its a lovely piece.