And there I was, standing as the snow fell,
wondering if I was right,
if I'd believed the right thing.

We never know anybody.

We know as much about people
as we'll know about the weather.
Changing every day,
some thick skin of suit
that, like the bars in prison,
keep some good men in and the worst out.

Well, you might never know anybody.

But I know people.

I know rapists and murderers, thieves and whores.
Saints, sinners, psychopaths,
teachers, students, and solitude.

They are all friends in a mad game.
They are all the reflection that I keep
to remember that there is no transgression worse
than being unable to forgive.

Except maybe for blocking my car in when you park.
We've all got our limits, right?

This was perfect until you supplied the last two lines....It was perfect PP... ..Please, forgive my honesty....

Agreed.

I really like this; this is your voice.

Hello I.T. ...You know and I know Colin is reading this, so speaking woman to woman about things that matter...Agreed, this latest is his voice.... Too bad he felt the need to diminish it with a hollow echo...I will be so pleased ( and relieved) when this young man realizes the strength of his writing resides in the weakness of his anger...

Hiya, Leigh.

I think we're best as writers when we speak about what we know and how we feel without trying to be anything more than honest about the story we're telling and the emotions we hope to convey. We can throw around words like "edgy" and "cryptic" to describe a style (a style I'm obviously fond of, since I'm fond of that guy who doesn't even like pancakes), but the underlying emotions are this writer's voice.

The last two sentences aren't needed for punch, when the underlying anger of the whole is more powerful without them.

I have no problem with adjectives as long as they come with clear explanation...Punch lines are NEVER needed when the writing is honest...I did not "feel" this one the way you did...I felt his anger being overtaken by his vulnerability....It made me want to know the man behind the words...

You do good think...

the ending was unexpected....like that a lot!

maybe somebody blocked his car in. that is pretty annoying

Dats d end of the story... dont be annoyed sweet

I'm not annoyed cute little furball. I am content because you are my new friend. I thought maybe the pancake man who wrote this poem was annoyed

Hi how are you

I like this. Had to think about the switch back at the end but isn't that the point? That most of us judge and think we have justifyable anger, especially for haneous things but how much venom and evil can we carry in the heart over small things and what is the breaking point when we are suppose to forgive. For sume it is pretty low. Thought provoking poem.

Your poem was interesting and the ending was unexpected.

You were unimpressed with my last line. I really liked your poem
and and laughed out loud at the last line. Just great. I would like to write stuff like that but I need the time to become more honest or to let people into my inner thoughts. I'm only a novice but I am learning
from people like you. Once again, just great