One of the best pieces of true punk that I have read. I wish I had your insight!

"it didn't matter anymore that/there wasn't anything to believe in,/I just believed."

That, I believe (excuse the bad choice of words) was truly beautiful. These words have become overused to me, you know, beautiful, fascinating, and so on, which is really the whole reason I opened a second account, so I could mean them again. And already I'm overusing them again, but it's true, it really is beautiful, it really is fascinating; for a writer, I'm terrible at thinking of alternative phrasing...

The only bit I didn't like so much was the "Hm, hmm, hm" which I imagine is very much a matter of stylistic taste: to me, it just slowed down the poem and actually detracted from the auditory image, because in my experience, people don't actually hum like that: but still, that was a small price to pay considering the rest of it was so very good.

another good one. i liked the image of this girl, (seems like i know her) does it matter? i suppose it all depends. -the Lady Elaine

Props to you on this poem. For me personally, people are so concerned with trying to be different they lose a sense of their own self-worth. Nice work. I understand completely how fp.com ruins indentations! My poems get ruined too! If you figure out a way to work around it, let me know!-Cindy Moon *)

Edited.. My indentations aren't appearing for some reason.

my, this is different. but i love it.

"In billboard signs, whatever. / Does it matter?"

So dashing.

the beginning was lovely , but you kind of lost me in the end. maybe it was the lack of adjectives?

keep writing~