All who love are blind, Temps...because you are this young and innocent, you might think that is the reason for not seeing things, but it's not.
I am more than twice your age and just as blind. We cannot recognize those qualities we do not possess ourselves and that is why we get suckered in.
But...people can change Temps, they can, if they really want to..I hope the one you intended this for will change their ways and I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive and forget.

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid

A simple idea, being trapped. And yet you were still able to take this small yet common concept and emotion and elaborate it into a story. Images. I liked your metaphor of "Mouse Trap" being lured in by something that you love, and then paying the price for it.

"There was no way out of this
tangled mess; I had built myself
a spider web deep inside--
spun together by thin threads
of my idoicy; but don't worry..."

^Here, you're talking about the aftermath. What happened after falling into this 'trap.' You say that you spun this spiderweb yourself, blaming it on yourself. This is a very true emotion, self doubt but of course untrue. Your emotions are clearly depicted as you blame yourself call it your own idiocy for what has happened. A beaufitul write. Well Done. Hope you get out of this trap soon <3 (;

This was such a simple concept Temps, yet you transformed it into much more, going more in depth. You clearly expressed your feelings and thoughts in a unique way, catching the reader by surprise. Excellent write, I loved your usage of words, it built up the captivation in this piece. Keep writing and take care.

By the way, Happy Birthday! God Bless You!

~MaryAnne

I was just walking along--
minding my own business.
All that time, never interferring.
Stupidity soon consumed me--
for I tumbled into your
mouse trap, infested with lies.

*I like how you stared this. It seems very simple and laid back. I would change the 5th line to "making me tumble into your" That seems to flow better than the way you have it now*

I was trapped--with no escape.
I can't believe I was so naive--
those words of generosity
of which you spoke so sweet
was all it took to suck my
innocent soul in for a wild ride.

*This part seems so personal and I can really relate to how you feel. I like how you talk about this person and how nice they were, makes me understand why you trusted them. In the last line I would change it to "innocent soul taken for a wild ride" That way you can show that you were forced into the trap, saying "in" makes it seem like you went willingly*

There was no way out of this
tangled mess; I had built myself
a spider web deep inside--
spun together by thin threads
of my idoicy; but don't worry...

*I love this. I love how you work in the part about the spiders. I can just picture a helpless insect in a spider web. Nice hun.*

I'll never fall into your trap again.

*Another good poem hun. I love the ending. Even though this was a sad poem, saying you'll never fall into the trap again makes me feel hopeful. So that was good. I like this one. Keep them coming ^.^ You're so talented Temps. Nik*

Wonderful poem it got what it deserve 5/5

This was a great poem. I liked the concept of you just walking along then you just get stuck right there into the person's trap. It stinks to get into a situation like that. bad part of that is you don't find out until later about who they really are and you wasted the time you had for them for really nothing.

keep it up.
keep on writing
love always and forever.

I really enjoyed the free flow and the great metaphors ,but most of all the emotion expressed about a situation that most of us can relate to.

great poem

Great poem, like the language use and the flow of the poem. well done x

Not one of your best but the final stanza was really powerful.

Alas I know exactly how this feels. To be used as something invaluable. Something taken for granted so frequently. It's something that can destroy a person's confidence and make them cry constantly. Many individuals suffer from the same type of relationships. It only ends up reoccurring in other relations that are formed. We create an ideal mate in our mind's. But most often settle for less. We figure we will never find that perfect match. I told myself the same thing. And settled for nothing but misery. Hoping in my mind they would change. Because I like to heal other's. You cannot heal someone who doesn't want to healed. Nurturing them and coddling them will only suffocate you both. It's a constant battle. To try and change someone is like trying to change yourself. If you don't have the willpower to do so. You wont. And pain only elongates its fangs. It will eat you alive. It becomes an addiction. This healing other's deal. Sometimes it's a good thing. And is necessary. But many a people suffer from illusions. And you will cause yourself nothing but trouble. It's like Rhianna's song Disturbia. It can be a disease of the mind. It will consume you. You'll feel as if you can't live without that person. But never tell yourself that. It's not true. If they died. Thats what you would have to do. If they truly love you they wouldn't be so rejecting. They would endure their pain and share it with you. A locked book sometimes can never be opened without the key. If they hold the key and choose not to give it to you. Leave them behind. Though it's a terrible agony to move on. Don't stay frozen in place. You'll get frostbite. Never stand in the sun too long. You'll get burned. Neither prospects are that appealing now are they? For a self harmer like myself. They would be. There are many forms of self harm. You put yourself in danger of losing yourself either by death or by just losing yourself in anguish. You are self harming. Contemplate on things before you choose to remain. It's never going to get any different if they tell you "I'll never change" This was a beautiful write. It held sincerity and yet a viscous note of sarcasm. It's refreshing. Great write Temps.

5/5

-Lilium

Temps Yet another of your great poems full of feeling and emotion most of us have been there and experienced, ending as they all should by learning the lessons of love and putting it behind you as tomorrow is another day.

Lost Love

No love is ever wasted it fulfills that time when shared with the one you loved and it should be cherished for the good it did at that time. Ray S 5/5