MRMarathon

The raven, the tyger I awoke in bed I laid my lips on fire from bleary dreams I follow even as she pushed me to sadness into the bleakest of ...

feline flowers? ( i wonder if this alludes to dandelions) I wanted to read the line as "where you can be free" but i see how the way you have ...

I'd like to apologize for sounding like an attacker and thank suzanne for cutting the legs off my pedestal if it seemed like that. I'll still stand by my choice ...

who told you poetry was about grammar and punctuation? I've read a few poets who've been published who intentionally leave out punctuation and use even odd punctuation. Look at the ...

I would like to politely disagree with Vernon on a few points. I don't mind the vagueness of this poem. I like your rhyme pattern. It was consistent and intentional. ...

one thing I would watch out for I suppose is the fact that you ended up rhyming the last lines of each line that wasn't the repeated line. I guess ...

My favorite parts, "muted glints, a sharp flash" and "cocaine parties." I agree with tennisprincess. This poem reminds me of juvenile crap I used to write while listening to songs. ...

In your poem. I think you can say so much more with so much less. I would advise first by clarifying a few issues. first, look at perfect. next look ...

Waist deep in Gods I fell to my knees a palpitating heart my veins were anxious the sky was deserted on my porch a hand a waste a peep a ...

i want to run to the skies that cry bloodthirsty mercy i want to be ambigious and make promiscuous love nature crawls from vivacious folds of the canopy in a ...

a debutante, a staccato stunt she tripped over a donkey a horrifying face, a bland blunt the ass laughed in mocked affection her embarrassed face, her exposed smile the crowd ...

bohemia island full of nercophiliac bride seekers in a surge of screaming rhapsodies whispering schemes to the dwellers of serene green the hills are alive with zombie villagers they've been ...

It is my aspiration to become a famous celebrity to become a new wave sensation a tragic fad, another facination toiling over nothing in my handsome family making the ugly ...

my lover, my executioner, my forever; was forgiving in so many ways she tortured me as she willed me with her rare mercy her lusting, her grinding, her spitting; in ...

twistedly wicked. 8)