Cameron

*Found this in a bottom drawer. Not sure whether it's a touch too confessional and/or pretentious. Comments? breath held the world may quiet, still. Unzip these eyes. Douse with color ...

I enjoyed this. A few suggestions: long, long, longer than days I'm not sure whether I like this or not. Personally I found it sounded awkward in my mouth, and ...

While still rough, perhaps this is a decent alternative. Also, not all poetry is meant to instruct Colleen, and beauty without meaning is beauty nonetheless. What is the point? I'm ...

Little girls dance barefoot under an audience of stars, curtseying beneath the broken back of the moon. Their small feet skipping down the straight and narrow crest of moonlight, the ...

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Firstly, I was instantly turned off by the disorderly set-up of this poem, but for the sake of it potentially containing some worthwhile content, I pushed past my poor first ...

Little blue birds softly singing, softly singing up in the trees; up in their nests they cannot bring themselves to fly, must instead be thrown into the dazzling space of ...

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I enjoyed this very much. One suggestion: lose/replace "Inspiration seeps into my fingers". It's overused and out of place in a poem that prides itself on new insights.

The happiest days of my life: sun, unfiltered, cascading through the vacant windows. A tender gaze of light, a silk sheet with which to shelter our nakedness in glorious sincerity. ...

The patient lies in sullied rags, stained with sweat, that smell of days discarded in the august heat. Beating wrists choke the spawn from Satan’s snake, a fever quakes the ...

I believe the concept of religion was summed up best in The Life of Pi, when he said that on their death bed, the atheist may cry out to God ...

a thousand vacuums away. The word vacuum sticks out like a sore thumb and it instantly distracted me. I suggest you find a word more suiting that can't be interpreted ...

Oh Aphrodite Oh Aphrodite; the star spinning, elusive pursuit, you who strike eyes like the dew drop sprinkling of light, the blush of flame that rouses the brush to spark, ...