WOW!! What to say about this one. Hmmm!! I think that you may have hit on the feeling that most women get when they think that they have found Mr. Right, only to have him turn into Mr. Wrong. Life is like that. You get the good with the bad, and you just have to wade through the Bullshyt to try and dig him out. I like this a great deal. You are a very good writer, full of passion. This is an excellent poem. So true to life. Thanks for posting this and keep up the good work.
I found this poem very entertaining and fun to read. I enjoyed the rhythm and pace that the poem followed. I connected with subject because many of my friends get like this when they think they found the one. You did a great job with this one and the title fits it perfectly. I enjoy going back to older post that not many would see because I think ever poem, story, and book has the right to read even in the harder places to find.
WOW!! What to say about this one. Hmmm!! I think that you may have hit on the feeling that most women get when they think that they have found Mr. Right, only to have him turn into Mr. Wrong. Life is like that. You get the good with the bad, and you just have to wade through the Bullshyt to try and dig him out. I like this a great deal. You are a very good writer, full of passion. This is an excellent poem. So true to life. Thanks for posting this and keep up the good work.
Lol, funny. I really liked this piece. Your figurative language impresses me, and, unless this was a freestyle poem, I could've sworn I heard a very unique rhyme scheme... but that could just be me imagining things again. :P
I definitely see what you're trying to say. Correct me if I'm wrong: I look around at school and society, in general, and notice that gay couples are usually the happiest together... perhaps it's because we live in a very cruel world, perhaps they just have to stick together. :( It must suck having to live in a damn-near "zero tolerance" world. Great poem. ^^
Quite a modern edgy yet old school universal dilemma tones to your piece. It zig-zagged through the psyche in a very uncensored (yet not crude), honest, bet you wouldn't be able to say it out loud and make it make sense inner thoughts way. And the various shades of humor showed intelligence and apathy not usually found in mere rambling or partisan blowing off steam. Oh yes and very nice to have you in my friends lists.
Steve, You are going through a time that most of us have gone through. The trick is to keep your sanity and hold on the the hope of a strong relationship. I must say that I found that when we wear hurt on our sleeve, the women that are drawn to us want to help and nourish. That looks good on the surface, but if it continues too long, you never learn to rise above the hurt. It's being reinforced. No one is perfect. No relationship is perfect, but you can grow a strong satisfying love relationship through difficult times. I've been married to my third wife 37 years. I think you might have a ways to go.
That would be ironic if all good men were gay. Honestly, this was an interesting prose style poem. I enjoyed it. If you are speaking from a personal point of view, you are a bit jaded. But then, we are all jaded in some way. Love has never been kind to me. I am in all honesty not perfect, but I am perfect for some man out there. The hard part is finding that perfect man. Does he exist? Perhaps, not. But then again God may have a man out there for me. I am rambling now and this is suppose to be your review. Sorry.
good men are not all gay, but then again... i have met only a few men i would concider good... two of whom were gay. i guess its more the fact that you see the world differently when you care. and most 'normal ' men care about sex and thats about all. some of my best freinds are gay, and how they treat eachother, and how strait men treat eachother, are so much diffeent, its like another species. but i know good men. i guess just none of them see me as good enough for them...
I enjoyed your wordplay, once again, as always.
this section has some things in it I want to address:
A women growing tired of climbing up loves latter,
To call it quits and "settle down."
To settle down with what they got,
I won't pretend love is slop,
Not me,
I refuse,
First, did you mean to write "loves latter" as in past loves, or did you mean love's latter, as in loves own past? Upon reading it over to write this, I think you meant the first, and I like that alot more. Secondly, the lines "I won't pretend love is slop/not me/I refuse" is so terribly clever I almost kissed the screen. the use of 'refuse' which can be read both as a refusal and as refuse, the stuff you throw out to the garbage. Brilliant.
Again I think there is very little polishing to be done, and you've put out another fine piece of work.
This is a very interesting way to look at it......though I feel as if all your writing's on love are somehow tainted by a lover who did you wrong therefore all you know of love is the pain it can sometimes bring
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