Of course you have an ode to socks, Ducky.

Of course you have a lymerick about dead fish.

Of course you have an explaintion about doors.

...I love you, Ducky.

only making a review because i have on every one. I don't fully understand Limricks so I really cannot comment.

very well done. once again you make a simple thing into a detailed and great poem.

... ok then, the ending came as a slight surprise, especially coming from you, but very well done. also, i like you "explanations" very much, they are very varied.

this does not just go for you socks

very interesting way of putting it

no matter what you talk about, you manage to make it simple, easy to follow, and fantastic. i may not really like poetry, but you don't make it seem bad.

did you just put down the first thing that came into your head, because whatever you did, it worked really really well.

I understand every part of this, except for one bit.

There is a girl

Without a place

Who lives as the outcast

To make her own space

I am not sure what you mean.

this confirms two things. one, you have too much time on your hand and are incredibly dedicated to your writing. and two, i would have hated being in English for poetry.

"You are my sanity and my insanity" Nice line. I love the irony of it and the irony of the whole piece, how emo poetry that sometimes has a bad rep. keeps you whole. I never thought about it that way.

there was a lot of feeling packed into some of these...except maybe "dead fish." i wasn't really sure about that one. XP

but in any case, you did a good job overall and i hope you got a good grade.

btw...in response to the review you gave me...i actually do write a wide variety of genres and styles, but i only publish about a tenth of everything i write, so you don't see much of my "real" work. however, your advice made me think so now i'm considering publishing a few oneshots. check my profile again sometime!

thanks again for the advice. keep up writing, and i'll keep "stalking" you, as you said in your profile.

haha i love your socks. and your poetry.