Chanson

deadly= really, really cool skanger= a person who you wish to avoid. knacker= see above. fits a certain stereotype. someone who wears adidas shellsuits, thick gold jewellery and lives in ...

huh, i thought i had commented on this. it was pretty and intelligent and very well written, without seeming forced or contrived. perhaps some descriptions were too much (the first ...

you think you are so intelligent with your obscure references to pop culture and your convoluted metaphors involving fairytale words that sound good against the tongue dream, future, love, cherry, ...

easy to read, my eyes just kind of skimmed along it. it was pretty and enjoyable, not particularly striking although i couldn't quite put my finger on why that was. ...

ahhh, i know the ending is CRAP. but i kind of enjoyed writing the poem and it was all flowing and i got to the end and realised i had ...

ok, so this isn't perfect or great or amazing and it's entirely spur of the moment but it's exactly how i feel right now and it needed to be said....:) ...

wow, for me this poem had a weird erotic edge to it that i don'tthink you meant at all. maybe it's just because i am extremely tired and aggravated. good ...

her room has become her universe. her dreamland is purple fading into navy into black: bruised dreams. people give her pitying looks and tell her all teenagers feel this way. ...

you just start writing. well, at least i do. you just start off on a certain subject (could be how your feeling right then or a rant against your parents...whatever) ...

simon cowell is the only reason that show is semi bearable. watching him being a total asshole is hilarious. these peple might have the guts to stand up in front ...

live theatre draws the audience in. it shows them a different world. it can provide relief and comedy. it can also change your life, show new perspectives. theatre has more ...

i never thought about it. writing has always been there. i have stories from when i was 3. i don't remember a time in my life where i didn't write. ...

last night was perfect in the way that nights never seem to be. i have always imagined nights like that: side splitting tear bringing earth shaking fun. a night where ...

i am making up sorrows and tragedies and unrequited loves. i am trying to forget what it is that makes up my world and hide it in a crack in ...

the poem was pretty. nothing to blow me away, but nice to read. even if you had just written this line and nothing else, this poem would have been worth ...