Incandescence

Worser things than falling to bits At the slightest pressure :smiles:

This poem wallowed in mediocricity. The first stanza makes you sound like some manic depressive who lusts after Hillary Duff or Avril Lavigne or something. The end of the second ...

Or perhaps for nothing at all.

Rhyming couplets poem about death. How very, very original.

This made me chuckle. Good job.

Pointless, really.

There are many secrets in this story. When you say "Hugh" it almost sounds the same as "you." The point of saying "Hugh were" is to clue the reader into ...

The profanity made this poem ten times worse than it really is.

Gracias. As I explained to Misty, "Hugh were" and then switching it to "you" and "your" in the end is a homonym/annagramatical trick. If read aloud, "Hugh" almost sounds like ...

It also reflects how much better I write when I'm sober or not high.

Heehee. It was actually written in my Post-Apocalyptic Narratives course, when we were analyzing The Watchmen (hence the title, "Who watches the watchmen?") and had to do a character summary ...

A revision is being sought, and will most likely be posted here by the end of the night under some anomolous pseudonym like "Revision". I meant the word "segue," which ...

Greasy hair? GREASY HAIR? Eh-hem, that's all I had to say.

I'm assuming I know who this poem was for, and the conversations we had that led up to this post make me think she is directing this to a certain ...

Yeah, and didn't work anyway. I mean, the way I intended for it to work.