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I love the way you describe things, like the boy, or the blood from his cut. (I think there may be a typo in that sentence though - did you ...

It works as a nonsense poem, though I was wondering what a 'nat' was? Oh, and 'ran' should be 'run' over... I guess I'm not really sure what to make ...

And if they're a Burdick, they change their name daily. (Sorry, but he follows Nora to her locker-which is right next to mine-every bloody morning and insists on her guessing ...

Clenching its muscles, a serpent inside me feels my pain. Some put the blame on the snake, but I know it's not her fault any more than it is mine. ...

I really like this. The amount of repetition is perfect, and the chorus is great. It's a good lengh, too, and I love the title. You should totally find a ...

These are by Weird Al, as I see you mentioned in your title, and you're apparently a new member, but you're generally not supposed to post works by other people, ...

This is definitely getting somewhere, but it needs work. Read it aloud and get the rhythm you want, set up its structure, decide whether you want it to rhyme or ...

Definitely random. Careful on your syllable counts - there were a bunch of six-syllable lines in there (namely the first and fifth ones). I didn't mind them (they were, after ...

I liked these a lot, especially the first and the last ones, and the ink one. I was put off a bit by the second 'now' in the last one, ...

Great subject. Your meaning gets across fine here, and your emotions. My only suggestion would be to spruce up the language, use some unusual words. Good work!

Punctuation would be nice here. It's ok (except for the smileys), but the single line words are weak and don't add much. I like the last line, but the rest ...

The first line and the last line are the only parts that really affected me. Try to spruce up the middle bits some more. Do you know that song, the ...

I like the first two lines, though the last line seemed a bit clunky to me. It's a nice length.

city rooftops and too-bright skies grant courage to those who leap. soft cradle below of beautiful lies, silenced wings from the darkness rise, and gently land in a heap. Note: ...

Can't help but notice you're posting a lot recently. That's fine, but just keep in mind that poetry belongs to a world that values quality over quantity. I'm not saying ...