And sometimes dreams turn to shit...*goes dada and throws poop on the ashes, throws a canvas on top to make a relief...then leaves quickly as this is really stinky(the fluid, poop etc...not the poem)

oh...my heart.

man this was as depressing shit...

hmm....

Indeed.

what mr. anth had said had been dead on...in my near post-teen life crisis, the angst in this piece and the scope of the poem really got to me...very cool

nice write. very intriguing. weeeeee

once again, and definitely not the last time, you made me log in. your MIND is ingenious.

The title in engenious. And that first god damn section was so good, all I can do is smile.

Oop. Sorry. First AND second, I meant.

i actually smelled ink when i read this. weird huh? totally enjoyed reading it.i always like originality. plenty of that from you.

This is an interesting piece, a lot of emotion and interesting metaphors.

many writers, myself included; have used various metaphors for burning thier work, i used 'a kind ofvsuicide' in a recent work but this is the first time im sure, that someone has said symbolic back button and its a brilliant modern metaphor. i think youve expressed before existence as past tense and its something thats always struck me yet hard to wrap your mind around, i think because a lot of us are caught up in our past too much to move on, everything becomes memory, dreams..expendable..this was a poem with purpose and impactm the last verse resonates.. the title made me think of jackson pollock

irony....pollock and his drips and splashes and BEIng IN the painting itself was exactly my thought...this needs to BE IN, not jsut be OF. ..great refractive piece. ness

You wrote a poem about writing a poem then burning it. How very Jon of you. :P

no, they're not. and monet never painted a clear picture in his life.

the ending was brutal, but i can understand where this comes from... at the same time it's painful that this has your voice... *hugs*