Spilt criticism

Scattered pebbles of pain, butterflies of joy, icebergs of jealousy, biting flies that annoy

Love burnt scars from iron bars of fear, guilt's sticky tars, a look in the mirror

Spilt from the mouths of poets tormented souls, written in their blood on living parchment rolls

Criticism how easy, spitting out seeds in public is sleezy, drooling on another's food makes my stomach queasy

To piss on one's life freely opened in a journal, is flushing tears down the mouth of a dirty urinal

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Everything you share deserves to be pissed on regardless of quality. If you can accept that as a cost of entry into the public discourse, you will have a good time. Ben Folds wrote a song kind of sort of about this called "There's Always Someone Cooler Than You". That song always makes me smile even when I'm being treated like a urinal.

[Soren]

Thank you for your review and I have accepted what you say with a thick skin what angers me is to watch adults criticize the attempted poems of children squashing their aspirations and deterring new sprouts of poetry that need encouragement