ominous feel, like waiting on the edge of the cliff for that one gust of wind, knowing you can walk away but you don't...

yeah well the this sucks comment on my poem isnt very educated either. i fucking told you i didnt put much thought into it so unless you have something constructive criticism then shut the fuck up. your shit still sucks. hows that for ya?

Hahaha. This is actually an excellent, solid poem. Unlike yours. He didn't have to use exclamation points, or anything, to get across his statement. His voice was heard loud and clear by everyone, but yourself. It's fluid and comprehensible, to say the least, unlike those pieces of shit you call poetry. This piece takes form with the repetition and consciousness behind it. It murmurs. Unlike your babble which doesn't make me feel anything, except for repulsion. Take off your pissy pants and try again, will you? ;]

fuck you wonderland. mine didn't require much thought cause i was pissed at someone. the next one will be better so yeah shut up.

ok so you say my piece sucked well yeah not much thought was put into it. i see this one didn't take much thought either since every line contained 3 words or less. this sucks too. I gave it a 1. have a nice day :)

Funny, I only see 4 lines with less than 3 words and they are all there for dramatic effect. Maybe you should read up on punctuation before make such insipid comments. By the way the reason I break lines up like I do is to accentuate the meter of my work. This way anybody can read this and get an idea of how the words and ideas are supposed to flow. Thanks for the comment anyhow.

oh wow such inspiration. real impressed.

beautiful really ^^) -kat*

This is a very captivating pen. It wraps itself around the mind in a soft sullen eloquence...I feel like my mind is prey is prey to your words. Lovely, as always.

finishing off a quiet massacre ....excellent.

interesting piece. tho the dissonance kind of contradicts the silent and reverance. if that is how you wanted it...then i like it. but it just confused me a bit for a sec. i enjoyed the piece tho. nice picture.

Did you not read the poem?

no i didn't read it. i just decided to randomly comment on shit i don't know. Gee, thanks for clarifying that for me. Dissonance - harsh combinations of sounds didn't really go with silence and reverance. but prophet untold and i already discussed it. :P

well...following this 'discussion' I must confess, I thought the slightly abstract nature of the poem was slightly incongruous too...so I re-read a few times just to wear its skin, much like banana peel...I felt myself slipping into an introverted deathwish...definitely a poem that sparsely conveys a sinister image/metaphor; perhaps for the life/death struggles inherent in all of us....yes, I did read the poem...its silent dissonance (perhaps an intended 'oxymoron'? (Perhaps I'm just an ox-head moron?!)...I find this a haunting, elegiac poem; sometimes you make me think a druid is the narrator behind your words, they have this dark alchemical feel...what happened to your other works, did you delete them you cheeky monkey-slapper? Did you write a poem called 'Rust', too? All in all this was me flavour homes..cold, harsh, creeping...dissonant like the mind; a bomb within...maybe-baby????