theres a lovely HIMish feel to the pewice. i'm quite curoius about everything else... i'm off to check em out! (and stop taking stuff down... i think i've stumbled accross a decent poet, for once.)

why do you haunt me with such good, no, perfect poetry? i'm...ano...so hard 2 say...o great, now you made me speachless. ur poetry is 2 good 4 me.

I can see why it's one of your favortites: it's more touchingly beautiful than an autumn morning's rain. You have everything...smooth words that make the reader do more than just glance over them, a sadly instilled image, ect. This is definately something I was very glad to read.

Yes, Johnny dear, this is your best... or so I think.

my favorite lines would be:

"You said, 'Good morning,' but she whispered back, 'Good night.'"

"She tried to drown in rivers to see if death's more clear, but destiny always refilled her lungs and held on too tight."

and

"You wonder now if a reflection of herself would increase her Sight, but she's covered all the mirrors."