Ok. hm. Is it irony you're giving me ideas? Just kidding. Hope the author doesn't really feel this way. Very creative, imagry. Don't understand how yer cell phone could leave such a message though, if your car is experiencing the effects of gravity..
Four views in a poem. Simple, to a point. The flower blooming, sounds like the sun's effect on the flower scared away a bird. Which caused a miracle. There is a huge difference between left and wrong. I like this poem.
A human has a brain. Roses don't. Unless, of course there is a gal named Rose, your comparison of a rose to a girl does not make sense to me, unless it is Halloween. If the character, or you, or both doesn't like dead roses, you ought water them or it, if you're refering to a single rose. Vivid color usage, sorry, I yawned half way in. Thanks for the gift points.
Dig the artistic expression, down down falling to the ground, the impression of gravity is given, that is my interpetation. Something falling, down down falling to the ground, what is falling down down down falling to the ground? I don't understand the rest of the poem, the lyrics are a bit abstract.
Best of both worlds, a thankyou and money! Hows that sound, sunflower.
What is it about money? I like the smell, texture, and admire the design.
With a thankyou, on the other hand, you only get a warm fuzzy feeling,
and a good memory. Good poem.
Having a party for something so sicking such as death, the title Last Call, I assume you're writing of death. Depressing, throwing a party just to go away. That's life, I guess. Friends are like a box of choclates, you'll never know what you'll get. Just don't eat them. Your poem is alright.
Is thou warningest of something, perhaps? Perhaps one of the two in the relationship knew the lone figure in the dark? We ought to be careful, no? Great poem.
Great educational article, well written. How about those magnetic strips on the back of driver's licsenses? Police attend those community oriented policing programs, or neighborhood watch programs. They take notes. That info could go onto that magnetic strip. What is veraphone, anyways? Can it display photos? Maybe you could investigate and write about that, too bdef.
What are you a black pather? Geeze, sounds like anti-government mumbo jumbo to me. What country does the narrator in the poem live? Couldn't possibly be the USA.
I hate to write it, this poem needs alot of work. Everything existing around a person explains life, in me opinion, and it isn't at all possible for an individual to have more than one course in life, one path. What is with the colored words?
Illusion of being a child. Are children more avid than their adult peers? Imaginary friends? Like who? A bunny rabbit? Are all the other houses in the neighborhood the same as they were in the character's childhood? Does the character in the poem still have all the same friends? Good poem.
Complicated. Understanding your poem, until I noticed the title "Silent Rain". Then again, still don't understand because if the rain is silent, why the drip drip, what is that sound? What sound? The drip drip? What sound!? Kevin, some women cost a dime per dozen, the woman you write about must have ben the needle in the hay stack, a missing link, so to speak. Good luck.
Infectious baster aliens! Contaminating the planet. How was Catralia invaded by aliens? Where is Catralia? How many lives were lost on Catralia? What appearance did the aliens present for themselves, their gesture's, were they humanoid? Did they speak the dialect of those on planet Catralia? "Sierra delta" caught me off gaurd. Confused at first until you wrote Self-destruct and countdown.
How old was Sandy the cat when she passed away? Know why aminals get more compassion than people? Aminals don't seem to judge others the way some people do. I miss my cat, too. She was my friend.
Hey lightbringer, you still there!? A.A. may do you some good, if this is about you. Good luck. Well writen, made sense to me, descriptive. Like the mandaline player narrative. You sure are generous, how dare the mandaline player not thank you for the loose change you tossed into his cup!
How does the writer know for fact most people hate love? Are they running around, or making phone calls, with a pen a paper, taking their own personal opinion pole?
True, it is very easy to judge a person within the very first three minutes from meeting them. Is that all it takes to know a person?
Love is cooties.
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