Confusion Rides High

stark and confusing; can't put a finger on it, it's like an emotional poem that laeves me dis connecterd, twisted in a way. If I have one question it would be that I'm coursious as to the use of commas and grouping rather than single lines. "Waves of emotion washing Crashing , pounding Stirring the depths of the ocean" I like that this got me sideways Frost

stark and confusing; can't put a finger on it, it's like an emotional poem that laeves me dis connecterd, twisted in a way. If I have one question it would be that I'm courious as to the use of commas and grouping rather than single lines. "Waves of emotion washing Crashing , pounding Stirring the depths of the ocean" I like that this got me sideways Frost

stark and confusing; can't put a finger on it, it's like an emotional poem that laeves me dis connecterd, twisted in a way. If I have one question it would be that I'm courious as to the use of commas and grouping rather than single lines. "Waves of emotion washing Crashing , pounding Stirring the depths of the ocean" I like that this got me sideways Frost

Brave the storm, ride those waves, with a steady hand on the Helm, You'll be safe at Port in no time! Excellent description of one's 'Soul-Ship' being tossed about by a storm of emotions and uncontrolable feelings! Hang in there, Girl, and don't be discouraged by those who 'don't understand'; after all, there are many who wouldn't know the taste of Shit if they had a mouthful!

Half the fun in life is finding our *even keel*. The half that brought us there: the dizzying heights of confusion, not so much fun... Good descriptive poem of that ride. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

You took me into the emotional storm and roiled me in the tumultuous confusion. Well written as usual. As Lonnie said, hang in there. Life is like a beach, Salty, gritty, sometimes fishy and other times, downright crabby. ((HUGS)) Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."

and it sucks! Got off as soon as I could. Find your sealegs, throw over the anchor and prepare to ride the storm out. It has an end, it has to stop so you can start over again - this time on a more pleasurable cruise. Protect your most valuable possession (your heart) as it is all you have to give, even if the only one you give it to is yourself, the one who deserves it most. Pick a spot far out on the horizon and focus on that as the storm pushes and pulls, "the spot" will help you focus less on the raging storm; making it seem less powerful. Trust in this, my friend, all that you go through will only make you stronger. Reach down and gather the strenghs obtained in past storms and use them to build upon. You have shoulders of friends to lean upon, don't forget that. This, too, shall pass. Great write. It's a start to the cleansing process. Live, Laugh and Love (and don't forget to write) Tink

and since it's yours, I hesitate to pass a critique on it.... however, I found the saline tears redundant, but that's just me. Keep your chin up, girl, this rodeo ain't over yet. Whenever you're feeling down, try to look at the positives, and be like "well at least I'm not x,y, and z" you know? (hugs) ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Handle every situation like a dog: if you can't eat it, or screw it, piss on it and walk away!"

I like what you're saying here, I've felt the same way so many times. Somtimes it feels like life is a choice between happiness and self-delusion, or misery and realism. Just one suggestion, I wondered if perhaps you meant, "tearing, rending, CONSCIOUS thought, instead of, "conscience thought", it's fine if you didn't, but that would read better, in my opinion. Thanks, Brian

are at once seperate, and yet so connected symbiotic here. You've got a great combination of emotion, sentimentality, and defeat. I'm reminded of Tamiko Doyle's style. There are a couple of points where I'm curious if the word was your intent, such as "abounding" instead of "abounds" but that might just be the way I read it. You paint such a great picture with your writing, I'm very very awed. Mark W. I like Cal and his dog Napalm I like Ike and his itty-bitty A-bomb everybody got one, I want mine you can order it up on Channel Nine. ~From "Doctor Jeep" by The Sisters of Mercy