I don't like to criticize poems too much, because I feel poetry is relative, and either it touches the writer deeply or it doesn't, or either it touches the reader deeply or it doesn't. I was touched by by two contradictory feelings, an emptiness, and a depth filled with longing.

I'm not quite sure why, but my chest hurts after reading this a few times.

The title makes me curious in relation to how the roaring surf pounds with poems to be written. Songs of history are in the tomb already? Or is it the words that bring them out. I like that idea a lot.

I'm guessing you don't care about spelling, and although most are very demanding as readers, I am not. If you do care, I suggest first writing in a word document if you have it, and then copy, paste into the urbis box. I relate to the vision of a, "dream called life....eyes shut." Although, I see it personally as eyes open. I like this line a lot, but are you asleep when awake too? Have you tried reading your stuff out loud? Sometimes when I do, I see more, and sometimes I find words that mea...

I think you should add more. Do you? I know it's what you think that matters, but I'm curious.

Are you saying the foolish who are timid deserve pity from those who hold nothing back? I love this warning, although in life it just doesn't happen very often...those who hold nothing back being forgiving of those who don't. I just want to make sure this is what you mean. I have to read the last paragraph a lot, because I'm trying to grasp the idea of a reckless abandon not knowing how to deceive. It can be done, I know. But, the mind wants to automatically put them together, as similar enti...

Change my password please, and let me know when you do, and I'll try not to feel the fury of a man made Lucifer. (I doubt he would be crying after reading this.) I feel so violated, and trampled on. I knew you changed it AGAIN. It's only an e-mail account I've had for years, but if you don't change it back it's only me you'll be burning bridges with. The "Jealousy" password doesn't work.

It moves like a nice sad song. I wanted to be her. I wanted to see the sunsets in the cotton candy.

The first portion is perfect. The second makes me wonder about how you would know the floor is cold if it was covered in piss an inch thick. It still could be perfect if it's your intention to make the reader wonder this fact. The last portion is powerful with the wolverines thrown in at the end but I think you can do better as the previous was fully solid.

So far, it's capturing my interest. I've had dreams of bears and know that if a spirit guide existed in animal form, it would be mine. I read the whole story and was enthralled to the end, however the end didn't seem as deep as I thought it would end up. It was a bit flat. "she runs them all down." I think leaving that out would make it more powerful. Good overall story.