I really like your free-form poetry. It feels like it sits on the shelf bridging traditional poetry with urban poetry (rap). I know that it is tagged as random but I think that with a little focus (which is difficult with free-style) you could give the Epic Rap Battles of History a runfor their money.

Also, I’d like to pose a question to you. Is it more difficult to post poetry over a story for you? Or is it all the same?

Poetry challenges me more, but it and prose are both difficult areas to prosper in. Rhyming restricts the possibilities of expression and that gives me more gratification if I succeed at communicating what I want.

Prose is like looking at clouds in a wide open field— so many possibilities but no urgency. Poetry is like swimming in a backyard pool with a great white shark— you have to try not to be obvious but there isn’t much room and people will question why you hopped in in the first place.

Poetry forces me to look at, listen to, and respect the language with a keener eye and ear, and take a more sensitive approach to making choices. Most of the time it comes out frustrated, awkward, and forced— riddled with the bite marks of failing to co-exist inside of its minimal swimming space. But those rare moments where everything falls into place are worth persevering for. The sense of worth and satisfaction I receive from writing poetry is directly due to the hardship it puts me through.

I really liked this. I don’t really know why; that’s how I am with most poetry. I like it or I don’t, not really a concrete reason. The seventh stanza is absolutely my favorite :)

I admire you for your poetic ability. I could only write a poem to save my life, and it would still sound halting and forced.

Great talent. This is well written and fun to read. I can picture a quirky Shakespearean character reciting this, dancing and prancing on stage.

i am tired, so the only stanza I ‘get’ is the last one and I like it a lot! The rest is kinda muddled, but i have to be really awake to read your poetry and I admit I am not. I should come back to it.

Okay, it seems you start out with this mosh pit of dancers, then change to the meaning of life in a body of blood and flesh. The roses line seems to stick out the most. The images aren’t dancing together nicely for me. I still like the last stanza as a stand-alone.