Wow. This is amazing and I HATE reading poetry. I'ma keep reading.

I didn't understand this poem.

what a wonderful little story you've

told here. the little piece that

includes 'you know that, right?'

reminds me so much of my friend

, whom you should look up

down in the bottom of my favorite

stories. one of the first really

interesting voices i found on fp a

year ago.

some other kinds of maps. . . .the national

bank at a profit sells road maps for the

soul to the old folks home and the college.

happy m.d.

years and years of donating

and only once did i have a

bad experience.

Wow, that is incredible. What a great metaphor. It's funny and true and appropriate, and poetic, too. Love the part about the boyfriend. Haha. That's great. Wow. I'm so impressed with this series. :) Keep writing! :)

another fun one:

todos estan

optomismos.

and summer's not even

here yet, not really.

funny.

sorta has that

sgt pepper feel.

spontaneous thee.

If it wasn't meant to be bad French, then I could help.

je pense que tu es très mignon

mais tu ne me connais pas.

tu ne me connaîtras jamais.

elle a dit que tous mes poèmes

sont “needy, bright-eyed, bus fare-worthy”

c’est la vérité, tu sais.

nous sommes passes tout les jours [not sure what you meant to say]

et je te vois

et je veux te parler.

tu ne me connais pas

mais, tu peux, je pense.

je le sais.

Hope that helps. :)

Seriously, you have a way with words that's particularly vivid in these poems.

You were thinking of donating blood?

-Shadow

you wrote one a long time ago

abt people who parrot whatever

they heard on the news the night

before; we talked abt that.

this one is another beaut; the

only thing is, i would have

called it 'january legs.'

I've definitely felt like that. But don't be scared to get to know people. :)

I like this. :)

love the last stnza

I love these, even if I don't always think I understand them.