In the same vein (no pun intended) as the classic "White Rabbit." Your poems work well as poems and songs, and i can here music to them blaring in my head. and you are nowhere near lousy, or whiny. excellent commentary. i love it.

-jess

I love the idea and imagery in this. Your writing is always so pretty and bitter. It's addictive.

interesting. but death isn't just a fad to some.

you're back! you're back! you're back! god, i'm slow! i loved the poem, and playground pill does sound a heck of a lot better then pill playground. how can you not love it? you're a wonderful poet and this might not be one of your best, but it's still a really strong poem. don't ever stop writing because lord knows you have talent.

~Sumi-chan; What you call love, I call pain.

hello melly you're back. (: although admittedly this is a little late.the playground sounds fun. haha i didn't know panadol made you high. why is it just for kids though.

rei

i really like this. good job.:)

MELLY IS BACK! WHEE!

Well even if you're not satisfied, I love it. You always have such splendid diction, concoctions of unique fantasy/imagery.

OHMYGOODNESS YOU'RE BACK! AH! Anyway I love this! Not that much lovely imagery of yours here, but the extended metaphor coincides really well with the sublime message you bring out. Yummylicious strychnine!

hey girl.

so you're back from outer space, with that look upon your face.

whoopeedoo. at least you've finally realised that you're a brilliant poet and a bunch of numbskulls' opinions dont mean for much.

i like this one. the clever play on words and all.

keep writing girl, and dont let nmbskulls get you down again.

- i want to fly HIGH again.

but i lost my drug.

absolutely great. i cannot say much more, it is really great. i could not give a ** for the title being chosen because it sounds better? is it that you are really back?

lovely lively work..you're alive! so writing lulled you back again. and i'm glad too. do keep writing =D

hello! welcome back. i liked the change (in style?) from your previous poems, though i didn't really dig the suicide part. don't stop writing.

we knew you'd come back... as for the cummings-inspired format, i do a bit of that myself and FP wrecks it. The only way to make it survive FP's format-wrecking machine is to replace lines of spaces with periods: for example,

f. .r. . . .a. . . . . .g. . . . . . . . . i. . . . . . . . . . . . . .l. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .e

it makes the poems somewhat harder to read, but the general idea is preserved.

*sigh* god it's ridiculous when you say you're a lousy poet...I wouldn't waste my time reviewing your poetry, let alone reading it, if you were a lousy poet...you rock and this poem is great! I love how you mention different types of seemingly harmless drugs at the beginning, the thought of sexy suicide...it's all awesome and your imagery is amazing! Keep writing! Love, Mia