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Get to the choppa! It was yelled through all the trees, last attempt for life. :P

Expression and love; it's how my mind functions.

But the process was not that of intentions, but rather that of time.

I have huuuundreds of these. But, most of them aren't fit to be seen by other human eyes. No, they are sad little scraps of verses, lonely somewhere in the ...

Pollutants ate at the lines of your irises, and color dimmed out.

You sat back down, and unsure claps sounded hollow; we watched the bride now.

And yet, it was from the heart: you sought out notes, and found all the wrong ones.

He passed with love in his wrinkled face, we did not mourn, but remembered.

His eyes were dark, as he thought on what had once been; we watched quietly.

But don't worry, dear: if you're still alive, you can do it tomorrow.

Hey there :) So, I think that the main thing you could work on is the framing and focal point. In either one, I didn't really feel a purpose; there ...

The details were dim, and the length insufficient; and yet, it was loved. (the first two lines lie, I promise!)

Honestly, I think that rhyming adds a great deal of complications/hardships for poetry, but that, of course, is my own stylistic view. For rhyming, I've always found that keeping a ...

Misery fell to her lips, ready to sing sad stories as she slept.

Insomnia haunts us, sadness in the mirror: bags under our eyes.