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Dude! Sweet rhyme! This was well-described and structured. There are really only some minor rhythm problems here. [s]Between[/s] Among(st) flickers of an unearthly dance Captivating all who stare, ent

I just read "since feeling is first" by ee cummings and the first stanza (" since feeling is first/ who pays any attention/ to the syntax of things/ will never ...

No, I totally got that the second stanza was about the scientific side of love. It's a bit cluttered, but as you edit more, I believe that it will become ...

Lol, sounds like something I would write in English class (that is, when I'm not writing hate notes to Charles Dickens). I like the idea of words being like water, ...

City of Bridges She always expects surprise, even here, in the rows of corn and wheat.

Dialogue: not as realistic as in previous episodes. An example: Jonathon nodded. “How do you do it, Kyle?” Kyle furrowed his brow. “Do…what?” “Keep from loving peop

Excellent job editing the first stanza! In the second stanza: The "polish" part is still a bit iffy. I like that you put the last two questions on separate lines, ...

Well, I sympathize with parents who are affected by certain conditions. My main reason for opposition to genetic alterations is that we aren't meant to do it. Chance determines our ...

This is really just another example of people having "designer" babies. They're picking out the qualities that make the child appealing to them. Personally, I believe that you should cast ...

A spoonerism is when you switch the beginnings of two words. Floppy disk becomes doppy flisk, kiss the girl becomes giss the kirl, etc. Just don't do it with Huckleberry ...

Oh, I really enjoyed this one! I didn't completely understand it, but the images were beautiful and the ending gave me little shivers. Red = dislike , green = like ...

All's fair in love and war, eh? cigarette smoke hangs in the air like gunsmoke, the sofa has become a battleground. its soft cushions hold nothing but fear. my policy ...

Eleven-thirty. The cook handed me an apron and eyed the cellphone in my pocket. "Hide that," he said. Shrugging, I slipped it into my coat, balling it into a corner ...

This poem is really too general. It could be about any love story, except for the Shankill and Falls references; if you're going to write about religious problems in Ireland, ...

Our customers are [s]very[/s] awful rude And so we serve them fatty food[s]s[/s] And then their [s]arterys[/s] arteries will clog Their hearts will fail them in the night [s]It will ...