Hibiscus

That was... really goood... can't believe nobody else has commented. I really liked it. It was just kind of beautiful.

Oh wow... I actually don't know what to say to this one. Um... I don't think it was bad...no, it wasn't bad. It was just so very... interesting that I ...

(So... I edited it. Don't know it's any better than the original, but please comment if you will~~~) Too dense to carry.
 My clasp is still strong enough.
 I will ...

I look forward to the door. It is sealed secure, but since this is an elated story I will unlock it. Away with the beclouded clutches, and flushed wood. Take ...

Thin peach ice cream summer came swooping north from the south like blue jays. I inhaled peppered pink burgers, over loaded with warm, viscid cheese that clustered my nostrils. Kids ...

Geeeeeeeeez, you make me whacked up, so jacked up. I'm pop rocks, a sizzling dance for you, a dizzying exposure. Can't control myself, just gonna help myself on you. You're ...

I actually felt it was very story like, and that it would make an excellent story. I kind of wanna know more... or have more to read, I should say, ...

So I'm going for a third-times-the-charm try. You slip right through my crinkled, paper fingers. Paper bears the weight, but why do I trust something torn so easily? Still I'm ...

((So for class about... two years ago we were writing these really short stories. I forget what they were called, but they were under 500 words, I believe that was ...

Too dense to carry.
 My clasp is still strong enough.
 I will always cling with fire, but it will never suffice the craving, the ardor I feel with you.
 And ...

THANK YOU. To number 4, I'd like to thank you for pointing out not to attack people about punctuation. Those are little things that can be easily fixed and tweaked ...

Stephen Crane. I don't know how many poems he has all together, but he has an exquisite poem called, "The Desert" that I love.

At the beginning of the concrete, we meet an oak-wood fence with many scars The paint-chipped reminisce, with honeyed stars And buried through the bitter green, beneath the found and ...

So I'm going to try and take all of your criticism and critique and re-edit my poem to make it... better-er. I don't know how this will go along, but ...

As per usual, your poems are magnificent. This one to me, I could really feel like I was there in the particular place. The use of sensory imagery, engaging not ...