Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you are always an interesting read. You cant just skim through your poems, they need to be sipped and tasted slowly...like wine. Excellent. Wondering how this sounds erad loud?~Dandy

wow...I need to be reading here more often~Dandy

Okay...gotta say...wicked...loved it. Now I know why "C" reads you.
Gonna be reading more of you~Dandy

wow

Okay...I would comment longer but I need to get laid...now.
Oh iblieve sweety!

Damn....Im all ...hot now ~Dandy

wow...not sure what to say, but Im liking this poem a gerat deal~Dandy

to be envied is a great compliment...thank you!

Angels fall
From heaven
Dropping to the ground,
Shattering like glass.

The earth quakes
Under the pressure
And I try in vain
To pick up
The pieces.

Feathers on the road
Remains of the decay.
I walk among the shards
Of dreams
And my blood runs in the gutter.

I hate the sky

I loved the ending...all of this is fabulous...have missed reading you:)~Dandy

I really liked this...made me think of those days that are not worth waking up for...great write~Dandy

this is really cool...I love the colors...beautiful

This is where the ghost
took my soul while I dreamt of you
in a long lovers kiss, but then,
you never where a ghost, just a dream,
and that hurts most of all.

rainbow brite would spit in spite
if she could see what you have done.
Taken the darc and made it spark
without the glory of the sun.

So now we seal our darcened fate
and mock the mornings rays.
The poets pen forever swims
in ink pressed from our broken ways.