This is a poem that was self-published some time ago. I hope is befitting as a piece for the site, please let me know if it is not.

Love Ya, Spargo Postle

New to the site so thought I would offer this...

Dear Critic...
by Spargo Postle.

My naked mind is set before you,
inner torments and terror.
Cut me open
so i may heal over again,
not so deep i may die.

Force me to be me,
i will never be you.
Entice me to be better,
i covet your knowledge.
Soothe me to my private greatness.

You are better than me,
aren't you?
You are more literary than me,
aren't you?
You are my salvation?

Before my dreams fade to daylight,
before my suffering takes me under,
before my spirit tears apart,
before my ashes are spread,

say you like me...

Poetry by Spargo Postle
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Written on 2011-09-10 at 14:55

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I can understand that you feel so vulnerable. But, this is no exam. I bother the least about meter, structure and rhyme when I publish. You seem so hyper-sensitive to critics. Com'on, just feel free. I know that all art is craving for love. Your obsession with being "liked" is so mmuch that it could make or break your day. I advise you to read more and write more, make your language and thought-process more crisp. And experiment different styles until you develop your own.
All the best!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
None hear is better than any hear. We hear are equal, do not clame more than who and what we are. We are all poets , equal before our keyboard. None hear will set them self's up as being some kind of super wordsmiths. We sit in a circle , side by side , enjoying being read , enjoying what others write. Fore we are members of Poet Bay.
Ken D Williams The Dyslexic Poet

such emotion ... nice!

Sentiments all writers have felt at some time or other. I like your poem. It reads smoothly and fluent. Hope to see more of your work soon.