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The garden had wilted. Dried leaves, hanging off browning stems seemed almost forgotten in their misery, as they turned towards Gloria and sighed at her gardener’s gloves, slowly removed from ...

This is extremely personal: I gave myself a challenge to write an autobiographical type of thing. This is what came of it. Raw, and I'm going to do a rewrite, ...

Each annoying, shrill little beat of that monitor you weren’t supposed to be on, reminded me that you were alive- and it was a symphony a steady techno bass a ...

I really don't know too much about web design- however, these are all visually appealing and quite creative, so kudos to you on that. :) I think my favorite is ...

Hi there :) So, I'm a fan of photography too! Yaay. But I'm pretty new as well, so I don't know if I can give you a TON to work ...

A spiral of bone, turning in on itself over and over again, infinity found and lost- it echoed back the dreams whispered into that tapered end with lips chapped and ...

They pushed it into an unwilling hand, a silver flask of my particular poison, of an addiction stronger than life and love. They shared their revelries with a stranger gladly, ...

I may be weaker than you, but I am strong enough. And I may be a mess sometimes, but I can still pick up. And I may have made some ...

This is beautiful! I really love the silhouette and all of the gorgeous colors- it can be really difficult to catch the sky's colors on cameras. But you pulled it ...

Water trickled ever so gently, over mud covered earth, home of creatures large and small, and flowed down past down over hills and holes through the troubles and spites of ...

I would try making this more emotional- you say that they're angry or hateful or loving, but we can't really see it. You say it, but we don't experience it. ...

“You’re doing it again.” Frankie’s voice stopped my thumb in its tracks. He was right. I removed my hand from the beer label, half mutilated from my finger worrying at ...

I really like this- it's simple, but conveys a lot. The only nitpick I have is that the repetition of "reach" really bothers me. You could get away with it ...

Thanks for reading! :) Rippling, buffeting, billowing sheets of memories, white as white can be, hung with mother’s voice, and father’s vanilla cigarette scents melting together into my nose, a ...

In rhyming poems, I would try to make the middle syllable and the whole of word seem to rhyme rather than the end. This seems to create more of a ...