I'm squirming from the uncomfort that you were able to portray to me so strongly here. So gritty and dirty. I feel like I need to go take a shower.

I'm a waterwhore too (reincarnated merman; are you Cancerian btw?)

"Half-cold bed." I like.

The last stanza is perfect, to me; it kinda tiptoes off. Sneaky.

Powerful and passionate; I just loved this, the imagery and storytelling was amazing. I applaud you. Keep up the good work.

Much love,
Juliet.

whoa *whistles* nice going on this one its very deep and thought provoking and you put some nice imagery too! good stuff here

Wow, intense poem. Some of the images in this are just outstanding. I love "philosopher paint cologne and thyme" and "bloodshot grey eyes." I mean, this poem really is intense. I love the last 5 lines of this, too, "and the knowledge of being alone/dirty/and alone, and sick, and alone, and/quiet, and/still." Just beautiful work, my dear. Keep writing! :)

this poem is so dark in a realitstic way, so much imagery. i love it

this is so sad. i love the way you begin it, i love all of it. the details of your first love are intruiging. so pretty... so... beautiful. i really love this poem. and its so sad towards the ending.

his blurred image and smell



of philosopher paint cologne and thyme



became the icon of the forgetfulness



of love












oh... god that is surreally beautiful. love love adore. just got back from a halloween party. they are... they are crazy... just that feeling, you know. omeone else'sbed.

wow.i loved it.

keep writing.

Liz