Website review: Sticky
MEJC discovered this in Poetry
•9 reviews since Apr 18, 2008
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•authspot.com/Poetry/Sticky.110520
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MEJC discovered 3 months ago- I stick to you, And Part of you sticks to me Like insects on honey, Like tattoos, Like bad dreams, Like fantasies Of warm sunshine And cold windy days Etched into memories With invented meanings.
- tyhurd rated 7 weeks ago
- this guy's poetry is superb! Very well written, & ubber creative.
- snackstacks rated 3 months ago
- very cool - i can't say i agree with Gyro but to each their own opinion. i just don't see any cliche's here because when i read this, it isn't void of meaning. these aren't words that have been reused, recycled and regurgitated over and over again because they're uniquely present in this persons poem.
- chiuahua94 rated 3 months ago
- thats beautiful !
- Gyromancy-Hermit rated 3 months ago
- Trite and riddled with cliches. I have no idea why this got on my nerves so much. But there you go... perhaps I have an irrational hatred of honey based similes? (And for anyone who now thinks I am some kind of literary snob... I had to check how to spell similes..)
- De-novo rated 3 months ago
- Sticky by Marcus Edward John Cross, Apr 17, 2008 Intense human relationships. I stick to you, And Part of you sticks to me Like insects on honey, Like tattoos, Like bad dreams, Like fantasies Of warm sunshine And cold windy days Etched into memories With invented meanings.
- tonesofhome rated 3 months ago
- Sticky by Marcus Edward John Cross, Apr 17, 2008 I stick to you, And Part of you sticks to me Like insects on honey, Like tattoos, Like bad dreams, Like fantasies Of warm sunshine And cold windy days Etched into memories With invented meanings.
