i will live my life astray.
no direction,
a guilt trip...?
creatures come into my nightmares
and encase me,
like her wired veins,
timid razors.

i fought with myself everyday.
through empty pores.
dead brain cells,
filled with the razor-sharp wit
of criticism, chit-chat,


crit for crit.


Best way to get crits is to crit a lot of other people's and elave a link each time. Effort, but that's what ya gotta do. It's not a bad poem. But it didn't hit me hard enough.

love is a dog from hell.