pomme putr

Gay? Certain images appeal to certain people. The people who act on what appeals to them, in this case: the people who are being accused of homosexual tendencies, are only being themselves. Why must style/preferences be linked with sexual orientation? Would popular rock-artists of the 80's be considered "gay"? I take it most of you aren't exposed to visual/shibuya-kei, either. Open your eyes.

I've moved a lot. I'm content with it. I love starting over. Reinvention is a refreshing thing.

First of all, I think it's somewhat unnerving that you posted your [i]friend[/i]'s scenario only to scorn the actions which came into play. As for fighting in general, I think people do it for the wrong reasons. Really, if everyone were logical, conflicts wouldn't exist. A lot of the time, those who don't "hit first" [read: the people who are here defending self-defense] are largely responsible for the antagonist's actions. I also think the way some of you view fighting is laughable. The way in which modern entertainment has influenced many of the comments here amazes me.

Mitch, I really enjoyed that poem. You have talent. [i]A string: it captivates. The vibrato~ your falsetto. Liquid-base-- cover up the scar. Narrow within, expansive without. Your deviation, a quartet of five.[/i]

[i]The Violinist of Hameln[/i] A delicate balance of drama and humor. The endless musical references were appealing, and the diverse characters were exciting. There wasn't a moment where I "burnt out", so to speak.

I don?t like it. The refrain doesn?t come off as poetic, rather, irritating and amateur. It's too straight-forward for my tastes. It seems like you didn?t take the time to establish any real flavor, and because of this, there really isn?t anything in the poem that stands out as abstract, or deep. Practice on depth, and don?t model your poetry after the lyrics you hear on MTV. 4/10.

Regardless, some knowledge of the past is always valuable. It's the beauty of learning from another's mistakes. Examine the past, and mold a better future.

That was amusing. [i]Retina[/i] Green drops: pierce the pupil, Visions of past, look to the future... Wishes granted by stems you crush-- Flowers which stood; the scent is a rush. Bring pale hands into the sky. Hopes of ascending... Can you fly? The opposite of happiness, condemning the sad~ Green drops of Earth, Eyes you once had.