A very entertaining poem. I like the use of repetition with typo wrongo. It's nice to see something this original. For the most part, the poem has good rhythm and flows well, but there are a couple of instances where the flow goes out the window, particularly the "And even the silly thoughts... bullet-proof fuzzy glass". I feel like that part could use reworking, and fuzzy bullet-proof sounds better to my ear than bullet-proof fuzzy. Also, "Here's to all those... typing wrongo" might work bet...

This poem is great. You've done a very good job of capturing how maddening writing can be, how disobedient words can be when you try to make them work for you. Trite and cliche follow everybody around, and I think that filling the paper "with the insane words pouring forth" is the only way to really outstrip them. "pages as blank as this writers mind" is something I can relate to. The exclamation "I have dreams / I have wishes / I have hopes" to me expresses how easy it is to want to create s...

I'll be blunt about this: I thought this poem seemed pretty decent until I got to the last line. The theme of lost identity was pretty interesting to me, but the last line, even if its meaning makes sense, just comes across as a throwaway line you put in to get the poem finished on an easy rhyme. Sorry, but that's the first impression I got and I think if other people got the same impression then it really hurts the poem's credibility. I liked "I'd tell you if I knew" but other than that, the...

The first thing I noticed were the cliches: A road being (or seeming)long, singing the same old song, and reaching out to touch someone's heart. Cliches will hurt your work more than just about anything else, because people zoom in on them and little else gets by that. Oh yeah, needing someone and them always being there. Sorry, but as songwriting goes, this is all old news. I'm not a songwriter myself, I'm speaking from the point of view of someone who likes a good song, but if the impact yo...

RIP crab. This poem didn't make much of an impression when I read it the first time, because it's kind of clumsy, but I read it again, and it really puts the crab in its place, ecologically speaking. It makes you realize that if you were being killed by a predator then your last thoughts would be some kind of realization that this is what nature is, that those are the breaks and sometimes you can screw up in a way that you won't get the chance to learn from later. It's entertaining to wonder ...

Wow. I started reading this and the further along I got the faster I read because it just seemed to say so much about how I feel about growing older and looking back at how much innocence was lost, how much youth was lost, and how much mind I've lost worrying about where it went and can I have it back now please? Just look at the length of that last sentence and you'll see that I'm blurting this out with full enthusiasm. There's so much that I like in this poem that I can't possibly cover it ...

I can't wait to find out what happened next. This piece kept me fully engrossed because of certain elements that ensure a fulfilling read. Right from the start, the idea of having just published a book and having to answer to people wanting to slam it, it provokes an emotional response. Someone being put in a position where they are forced to defend something they've created, something that is theirs and could belong to no-one else, well this is a theme that instantly drew me in. The fact tha...

There is some very honest and deep reflection here, and I particularly liked "you couldn't help but inherit the sorrow of so many lonely lives and broken hearts." Being a man of roughly the same age as yourself, I can definitely relate very closely to a lot of the themes here: of not having the same excuses we had when we were younger, and in spite of being more experienced, not really finding any more sense in it all. There's a kind of almost schizo split personality quality in the way you s...

Wow. That last sentence packed one hell of a punch. That's a great way to end a story. I really didn't see it coming. Totally amazing. A few observations: I love the way you started with the image of Charity boarding the train with her oar. It really drew me in. "relation to where she was for, even in Portland, a young teenage girl..." I think this would read better as "relation to where she was, for even in Portland," etc. Liked the fish references with the goth kids being "fish-belly white"...