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So my friend wants to be a writer and director someday. I think he could go far. Him and I and a few others recently transformed one of his stories ...

I like this poem a lot. It has some awesome wording and some consistent flow. Keep up the good work

Credit goes to Natasha Fogarty. She does not have a computer to upload this, and since this is a piece we are co-writing, and since I had permission, I uploaded ...

Poor little loverboy, Drowning in an ocean of pain, Fooled by his heart, And he's not the only one. -- A path if destruction traced in his footsteps, A path ...

Well anyone who couldn't conceive this probably isn't a very good critic. I loved the concept, I admit this won't be much of a review, but I feel compelled to ...

When your death is being orchestrated, and you're looking your dominant foe in the eyes, do you wonder, "Why me?" or "Why now?"  Today a man broke into my castle. ...

If you were to look into a dying man's eyes, would you see a truth?  Would you ask yourself, "Why am I here? What's the significance?"  Today I'm looking into his ...

Paranoia grips my churning mind, As sleep comes not to me. I shift my positions while upon my bed, To seek the gated dream. - Relentless attempts at a perfect ...

The canvas blank, The lines are lost, The shapes are gone, The painter paused. - The colors are hidden  Within the mind, But will it create them Or leave them ...

There seemed to be quite a bit of talk about respiration there eh? It seemed a bit overdone in that area in my opinion, it seemed too rough, especially "Inhaling ...

Life goes on, as do we Losing and gaining family Friends, enemies, often they blend Nothing ' s the same from start to end Learning’s constant, changes nigh From when ...

When I saw your face in this magazine 8 My heart leapt with joy 5 At first I thought that this might be so unreal 11 But my heart went ...

At first I didn't quite understand what this poem was about as I read through it, but in the last stanza, it all came together, and made complete sense, and ...

The philosopher has lost his mind, The artist has lost his brush, The poet has lost his pencil, And the singer has lost his voice. - Grayness encapsulates the earth, ...

I love the subject and perspective, but poetry is taking something like what you've written above and stating it eloquently, and making it flow. I really hope to see a ...