| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/26/10 at 07:23 PM I hate it when that happens. Excellent work. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 06/27/10 at 01:58 AM I thought I ate the world already...hmmm, what did I eat then?! =/ |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/27/10 at 01:02 AM Your teeth may rot. The world can't be healthy for you. Unless you ate the Utopian version leaving us with reality. If that is the case, then you may become a idealist --then someone may eat you. ;) |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 02/11/11 at 05:13 AM Your poem is interesting and short (my favorite kind) I know you spit out the stem but I am wondering if the seeds are growing in your stomach. |
| Posted by A. Reed on 02/24/11 at 07:55 PM My favourite thing to do is simplify the largest thoughts into something small you could hold in your hand but would be so heavy that you might think it to break fingers...well done....you do this. |
| Posted by A. Reed on 02/24/11 at 07:56 PM And I think it is finished. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/26/11 at 12:42 AM Startling and bold. An excellent combination, with wonderful images. |
