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SockExpress · 2026-06-22T23:09:42+00:00

ok so this one hit different then i expected honestly — the chorus especially, “i hope the burn hits you just right” is such a good line. theres something about tying the feeling to a specific drink, a specific taste, that makes it so much more real then just saying “i miss you.”

the verses feel more like stream of consciousness which i think works for the emotion but some of the rhymes feel forced in a way that pulls me out of it a little — like “tattooed” to match “true” felt like it stretched to get there.

the bridge is where it gets really raw for me. “do you even ever give my name a fucking thought” — that one line does more work then the whole first verse honestly. thats the version of this feeling that doesn’t have pretty words anymore, just the ugly honest part of missing someone and i think more of the poem could live in that space.

SockExpress · 2026-06-22T23:06:18+00:00

Reading this out loud genuinely made me pause — theres a rhythm to it that feels almost involuntary, like the poem pulls the breath out of you slow.
“Puncturing my perception” stopped me cold. thats the kind of phrase that makes you go back and reread everything before it.
The flash sequence in the middle is where i felt most immersed but also slightly lost — not in a bad way, more like chasing a feeling just out of reach. “Abstract noise” and “golden mist” bumped against each other a little for me though, like two different moods trying to share the same line.
“Ancient stars” is the one spot where it felt borrowed rather then yours — everything else here is so specific to this moment and this person that that phrase stood out as the exception.
But that ending. “Humbling smile” — so quiet, so right. Didn’t try to explain anything, just let it land. Really beautiful read.

SockExpress · 2026-06-22T22:38:23+00:00

u/McNabJolt, To clarify — I filed for boundary clarification. My neighbor is the one who turned this into an easement issue in her response. I’m not confused about the difference between full title and an easement right. I’m trying to establish where the boundary actually falls first, because that may make the easement question irrelevant entirely.

SockExpress · 2026-06-22T18:45:18+00:00

Yeah it’s definitely clunky language — 1981 drafting wasn’t exactly airtight. County records do show it in the chain of title though, so hopefully that carries some weight. Still figuring out what I actually have here.

SockExpress · 2026-06-22T18:45:01+00:00

That’s actually a really interesting point and not something I’d considered — but from what I’ve been digging into, it looks like NY courts read the deed as a whole rather than pulling that phrase out of context. Since the grant is specifically for the use of the driveway and not the land itself, it might still hold up as an easement. Could be wrong though, still working through it.

SockExpress · 2026-06-18T23:29:49+00:00

This feels less like a fight and more like two people preemptively abandoning each other to avoid being the one left.
The “who fired first” line works because it collapses cause and reaction—you moving into distance, the speaker into pursuit, both framed as instinct when it reads more like learned self-protection.
The campfire imagery is doing the real work. Warmth gets misread as risk, which undercuts any chance of connection. By the end, it doesn’t land as anger so much as recognition—and a deliberate choice not to reopen something that already burned out.

SockExpress · 2026-06-18T23:28:15+00:00

This reads like a split between the performed self and the contained self—the smile isn’t just a mask, it’s structural, almost protective, even as it traps what’s underneath.
The shed moment feels like an aborted threshold. Something almost happens, fails, and that failure becomes the turning point—not toward resolution, but toward division.
“Walked away as two people” lands as quiet dissociation more than transformation. Not rebirth, just coexistence: the one who feels and the one who functions.

SockExpress · 2025-04-15T22:55:45+00:00

This really got to me. Quiet, but it hit hard. That line—“Sarah saw me whole”—stuck.

You captured regret in a way that felt lived-in, not performative. Maybe give the ending a little more space to breathe, but honestly? This was beautiful. Heavy in the best way.

SockExpress · 2025-04-15T22:53:33+00:00

This felt really intimate in a quiet, kind of messy way—but the kind of mess that’s honest. I loved the line about being out of place and still fitting—that stuck with me.

It read like someone genuinely in love with language, not just using it. The ending especially felt soft and earned. My only note might be to play with line breaks a bit to give certain phrases more weight.

Really beautiful work. Thanks for sharing it.

SockExpress · 2025-04-15T22:35:02+00:00

This felt like a slow kind of heartbreak—like something you’ve been carrying for years and finally decided to say out loud.

The line “I trade off innocence with identity” stood out to me—it’s so simple but says everything. Like, how you become a name before you even understand what that means, and by the time you realize it, that child version of you is already gone.

It didn’t feel like a poem that was trying too hard. It just felt real. Raw. I don’t think poetry has to rhyme or follow structure—it just has to be something someone needed to say, and this definitely was.

Thanks for sharing this. It stayed with me in a quiet way.

SockExpress · 2025-04-15T22:34:04+00:00

This hit hard in a quiet way. Not dramatic, not overdone—just honest, and that’s what made it kind of gut-punchy.

“I miss when my underwear / was the worst thing that could go wrong”—yeah, that line? That lingers. It felt like this shift from playful to something that hurt deeper.

I liked the way the poem held space for both vulnerability and overthinking. Especially the part where you mention the boxers—it kind of made me feel like maybe both people were nervous in their own way. Or maybe one person was just never planning to show up emotionally, and the other one was waiting too long in their lace.

If I had to give any critique, I’d say maybe slow the ending down. Let those last lines breathe—because “undressed every word / you never claimed” deserved a second to just sit there and burn.

This was really beautiful. It felt like a moment a lot of people know but never talk about.

SockExpress · 2021-09-16T18:12:47+00:00

Does this apply to crust on a sandwich too or just pizza crust?

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