And here's another short and sweet poem just for Camy.

Passive Aggressive
By: Jason R.
Written September 15th, 2002

I’ve reached the end of my rope
I’ve tried but I lost all my hope
I’m down and misunderstood
Yet my intentions were good

Living daily with all my fear
I’ve cried alone while you cheer
I hate this what I’ve become
Empty and lost faggot son

Contemplating my last breath
Fantasize about guns and death
To let all the pain fully slide
I begin to entertain suicide

“I love the tone and the illusion of
disparity of this piece. At the time,
I was flirting with destroying my
relationship with a boy named
Joshua.”

I like the rhyme scheme! It does have a short, to the point, cheeky sort of desperation to it. Nice job!

A very nice piece, Jason. Similar to some of your other works, but as Kevin said, the rhyme scheme changes the feel of the poem slightly. It walks a fine line between despair and 'cheeky desperation' and it does it very well. I'm not sure I see the title reflected in the words, though.

Menzo

I felt as if the narrator was taunting (or something like that) the other guy. I really liked the rhyme. God knows how you guys do it. Well-done.

Take care,
Ieshwar