by seannelson
is like taking a bad trip through youth and young adulthood. One phrase caught me as very unique, that being 'twelve-step religions'. I kept hoping for a happy ending. For some reason, I think I like it better without the last statement of definition.
so my dear sennelson, whom I remember from so long ago, how come I've never seen a comment from you on anybody's poetry?
you got a 100, I think I've always given you a 100, you have gotten comments, seems a little selfish, doesn't it? You write as if you might have some critical insight to add.
It's hard to be appreciative to something so depressing and the last thing you want to do is reread it. I'm often the woman asleep in front of the TV so there I can relate