Blank_Ink

Stars, see them high. And you. Get high. Off of them. Kings smile at you tonight- Down, on your tears, Wiped with a gentle hand. Whisps of a dream... Intruded ...

I really love the section about Paris and Equal. Perhaps I'm interpreting it wrong, but it makes me think that, instead of seeing the big word, all this person does ...

It does sound more like a song. And, honestly, it's not something I haven't heard before. You should continue to revise it (hoping and assuming that you did that at ...

This poem actually made me think of my dad. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not... There were some grammatical errors, but it kept me reading. My ...

I care enough to call, every night. Without fail. Life or death. Nearly gone, on the sidewalk, blood making a beautiful puddle at my elbow, And still dialing, to hear ...

Short, simple, and to the point. I love it. I also love how you can make me remember some sensual moments of my own. Great writing. :)

I will admit that the rhyming kind of did me in. Also, the way the poem is blocked together makes me think it'll never ended, which I've read in other ...