Angels-Symphony

Hello ^^ I'm Shina and I'll be your reviewer today. Um, well to be honest and to put it bluntly, this was pretty boring. It's probably one of those poems ...

My face is a mask, for the world to see. (I like this part ^^ Saying the world only sees your mask rather than your true self) Caught up in ...

I love the twist at the ending here ^^ And this poem actually has a beat and rhymes. The metaphor use is excellent and the poem just speaks to you. ...

I like the meaning behind the words here. It creates an image and the beginning is very hooking. This is something very believable. But I'm not sure if the title ...

I'm sort of going to critique along the way since it would be harder to do piece by piece and take parts xD *I, Mrs. Maveo, was said to have ...

Hopefully this educated some people to not always listen to what the government and militart tell them ;) Once again, I like the whole concept you have and you executed ...

I like the imagery here, as well as the idea. I like how you say "the passion of the hour may yet withstand the night." I feel you are saying ...

This was a great piece. I liked the description and the imagery, it seemed very professional. However, I must agree that the title isn't very fitting. I'm sure you aware ...

I really liked this poem, Snoink. I wonder too why pictures say so little. But I think what pictures do is they capture one moment. Sure, lots of things can ...

I wrote this while watching the documentary Planet Earth. It's a really good show....Anywho, 'Rainbow.' ........ The flourish of color That graces the dull grey branches Is only a shadow ...

For *privacy (you spelled privacy wrong^^) reasons, I have taken the name out, but this is a love letter I just wrote to someone I really care about. The reason ...

A/N: A rushed, rough draft for an entry for the Imagine contest. This needs a lot of work, so please, come tear up. Thanks. Pavo He was the smallest boy ...

This style is a bit different from what I usually do. Tell me what you think. My mother is a jealous creature, driven by vanity and a lust for power ...

It was some time after five o’ clock on a Monday morning, and I must have been in a deep sleep because my alarm clock didn’t wake me. It was ...

Shooting Stars The sky is poetry; all shades of blue. At night it could be a circus canopy— after the show is over— points of white painted on the roof. ...