Vlad

I like this, perhaps because it appeals to my thoughts on life. Just a quick note though: Sonnets are written in lines of ten syllables, with every other syllable stressed. Or I may be completely off...

This is clever... I tried it once, but it didn't work. Its a good read. Flows well.

lol

Very goood use of repetition. One of your top five poems thus far. Kidding aside though, I'm impressed.

The reason that you think it needs work is because it is raw, from the heart, and you might not feel comfortamble exposing yourself to the world. But it is really good.

Wow. You did it again. I had to reread the first one after reading the edited version. It didn't detract from the emotion. It actually added to it. I felt sorry for the man in your edited version. Again, Wow. You are a goddess.

Thanks for the positive encoragement people. I wasn't sure 'bout this one...

"What does this button do?"

When I look at you, I don't know how I feel, Great joy and sadness, All at once appeal, Wonderful in everything, You have made my stay, In this world of mortals, But please go, go away, I can't bear it any longer, To look at your smile, And that you will never, Condone my form of guile, I cannot be with you, For the differences, Of your life and mine, Flood all my senses, You are short and sweet, As kind as can be, But on the other hand, Well, it's just me, Smart and funny, Clever and witty as well, But on the other hand, This life is a hell, But you make it worthwhile, Not as many burdens, And they're easier to bear, But this... is just absurd. A poem I'm thinking of giving to a girl on Valentine's Day.

The person above me in eccentric. Wait, no... that's old rich guys... Kinky? No, that's reserved for 'alphabet and x'... Machiavellian? No, that's me... I got it! Unique! And has a pet wolf!

As I sit here, rejected always- Dreaming, scheming, plotting, Now I will get back at you, For all you have done, To me and all those, That came before, Suffered from, Your lies. Why? Must you- Be so cruel, To these so close. Do you feel no love? Fearless and wicked... Is it like this with every- One that you meet, or just Me?

The peson above me is an excellent writer of role-playing threads. I envy where you come up with your ideas.

nothing is truly random... It is all an elaboratly planned and sequenced course of events led by the communists in a feebly, albeit successful attempt in order to allow ourselves to believe that we have control even after being brainwashed...!

*blinks* This sounds exactly like something the girl that I used to have a crush on (still might, dunno...) would say/write. In fact, that was the reason I like her: she could write. Well. You have the same gift, use it.

Need I say it?Its good, I especially like the imagery... (Wow, I say that a lot) Especially that one line... *evil grin*

The person above me quotes Mr. Bunny far too much. Dont deny it!

(I could really connect) hehe, I made it up b/c I am soooooooo lazy

The person above me is Quebecian. Is that a word?

I could kill us all right now, Wouldn't be hard at all, I could kill you right now, Without so much- As a second thought, Just look me in the eye, And tell me that- You wanna end it all, Turn into the curb, Get smashed by a semi, Small little thing won't save, Your life is in my hands, A twitch or slip, Lapse of focus, And we are gone, [instrumental interlude; start lively, then mellow out] gentle as the sea breeeze, quiet as the wind, slips by like sand between your fingertips. peaceful life for you and me. it could go on for-ever, but it will only last till dawn, riding down the highway, singing this melody, i want to stay with you, don't leave me here, alone, oh so alone, trapped by my own misery, searching endlessly for love, i don't know where to look, [instrumental interlude; start slow, the get happy] help...

Life is like another person who you don't like; You use it for as long as you need it, Get whatever you can out of it, Bitch and moan about it, But in the end, it comes back, and bites you in the arse. Or you beat it to a bloody pulp, and forget about the rest.

Ooooh... I this poem! Great imagery! Great structure! Great everything! If you want to become the world's greatest poet, all you have to do is rewrite this poem millions of times, making slight changes...!!! Mwahahahahaha... [cue men in lab coats]

I'm guessing Gyr, Impostor, and... Peredhil will win. Don't want it to influence your judging though.

person above me has blonde hair. currently. and it's 15th century... If you have any questions about Mr. Tepes, visit this site. Edit: Wallachia is a region of Romania If you can tell me something true about Vampires/Dracula/Lord Tepes that I don't already know, I will be your friend for life. But I doubt it.

Freak! Outcast! Social plague! Malady! Nerd! Dork! Geek! Four-eyes! Metal-mouth! 'Tard! Teacher's pet! Gimp! And what, may I ask, are you?

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