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The desert surrounds me, Stretching to every horizon, Cracked and dry with age, Flat and featureless But for scattered, fibrous plants Which with rare tenacity Cling to the rugged earth. ...

Hullo, whence! I'd like to preface this by saying that it's great to see our new members from TW posting over here, too. ^_^ New blood is always a good ...

Yay! More to critique! To start off, I think this version works much better. Ready for the stanza by stanza? ^_^ All the worlds touch Softly in the paper-smelling silence ...

If a poet's serious about his work, he'll appreciate an in-depth (if harsh) critique appropriately. I know personally I tend to only point out the flaws I've found, and leave ...

*laughs at Ed* Silly boy. But he's got a point; the pink is hard to read in most YWS skins. It's always a good idea to stick with the default ...

Hey there Samara! Welcome to YWS. Jack (Firestarter) answered your question about custom titles, but if you have any more, feel free to shoot me a PM. I'm always glad ...

Hi, Katy! Welcome to YWS. Hope to see you around the forums, and if you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me a PM. ^_^ I'm always happy ...

It's short, but I actually really like the concept. And, like everyone else said, I laughed out loud too. ^_^

*grins* Anytime you need it, goose! If you want me to critique any of your poetry, just shoot me a PM with the link when you post it. It's my ...

It needs punctuation and... structure, to be honest. Or just an injection of creativity. This is the kind of poem that every amateur writer writes--using the same old cliches and ...

I once had a friend, who all ways told me the truth. [all ways = always*] I once had a friend who, looked deep into my eyes. [no comma after ...

*points up at previous post* I second everything Bubbles said. In my mind, it sounded an awful lot like K-Fed, and I don't know why. Reading too much on PerezHilton.Com, ...

the slurred phonetics of a flickering lightbulb hung like guilt over our heads and sent our shadows screeching across windowpanes and vacant voids disguised as mouths. silence crossed the floorboards ...

All the worlds touch Here in the quiet, in the smell of paper All the worlds touch All the worlds breathe Here where the brightly colored spines go dancing All ...

[OOC: Leave it to Brad to actually write a lecture for a storybook. :lol:] Angie stared at the young academe as he lectured the students on--something. She wasn't really paying ...