Yikes, just yikes. Those are some scary metaphors.

-Create a screaming grief that cannot be healed.- There is no grief that can't be healed.

(gives Ash a huge hug)

I love you, Beautiful. I hope we can talk soon. I miss you like crazy. And I hope you're not really feeling like this poem. :(

Powerful. Moving. Striking. Cutting. Painful. Screaming. Lonely. Filling. These words all describe your work here, your wonderful angular acrid agonized work. The rose, dying and killing it seems, and the hollowness yet the emotions sop full they're brimming. Full of majesty, of tragedy, of misery, of mystery, and so much more. I love this.

Creepy. No, the poem itself is not creepy, the fact that it puts into words what I've been struggling to even think is creepy. YOu were watching weren't you? O.o STALKER! I loved the piece the way it opens creates a lot of... vulnerablity. Loved it.

WOW...this simply took my breath away, definitely not a typical "I miss you" poem, this is much better, the imagery is so vivid, well done!

Very sad and emotional piece. You have some wonderful descriptions here and your flow is very well considered.

Nicely done

KEEP WRITING!

F.C

Pain. Rage. Anger. Loss. You have made them all the same, seemingly because, in you, they are the same. The desire to strike out and the need to be loved feed on each other. Beyond that bit of interpretation, the structure gives the most weight were it belongs: to the sense of loss and alone-ness. Lovely as ever.

i didn't think i would like it at first, but i really did. nice ending, it was very 'indifferent' compared to the brutality of the rest of the poem.