Wow, this was... Really original. Unqiue. I like it :)

I love this. We're striking back people, look out for the poet girls

i love you. i really, really do. this is me/this is you/this is **everyone**(and its so fucking scary because it's true, it will be sososotrue one day if not now then tomorrow) and darling, i wouldn't have it any other way. you made me cry, and i love you for that.

the poetgirls are back, baby, we never fucking left

love it.

This is who I'm going to try and be for the rest of my life. I squeezed as much of this as I could onto one of my converse. I hope you see it some day.

and this is something like a bible.

(wine and cocaine and screen porches and weed.)

i like to think of it as a secret,

being a part of the revolution,

another sly little poetgirl.

(thankyou for giving us a name.)

This piece has a lot of rebellious, and youthful exuberance to it. I think this is the paradigm that every girl wants to be: dangerous, sexy. educated, and able to cope with being lonely, as you say, the kind of girl that gets a second glace. Although this archetype is also unsettling in her own way, she feels nothing, nothing touches her, yet at the same time she forgets nothing, and lets nothing go. Keep up the good work.

Much love,

Juliet.

Jules, via the Review Marathon (link in my profile)

my friend read this and said,

"see what you are becoming."

i replied,

"i see what i have become."

we poetgirls are a rare breed,

sometimes coveted and sometimes loathed.

you've given the revolution's beginning a name.

i don't think i've wanted to be someone as badly

as i want to be this girl.

a revolution, indeed.

this is incredible. i love it.

this stream of consciousness has my heart thumping like an off-beat drumline.

You have perfectly described the imperfect. I can't number the amount of poetry mouthed girls that I know who fit into every detail of this poem.

and oh! how many “poetgirls” can relate.

i love how the lines all run together chaotically in a way that echoes the speaker's lifestyle. beautifully written.

I read this all without realizing I was holding my breath and only exhaled once I reached the end. The way the lines run together like a single thought creates this enormously paranoid kind of suspense. Really, there's so much beauty in this, and so much idealism too, but without the cliche. I feel slightly sick and dizzy now...

i love this.

marry me, please?