Fireweed

It was my eleventh summer, A balmy British Colombia night. Splintery planks pressed up through our clothing as we Lay on the narrow dock, elevated just above the lake’s surface- ...

I'm a vegetarian not because I think eating meat is necessarily wrong but because I object to battery farming. I'd love to see free range farming replace battery farming. More ...

Just fnished Romeo and Juliet which is amaaaazing. Now reading The Reader by Bernard Schlink and The Grapes of Wrath for school

Aww... I swear, if someone ever writes something like this for me... Anyway, let's see if I can come up with any constructive feedback. [quote]the eternal dream[/quote] The title seems ...

Hm... I like this overall, but for some reason the line "die final death" really annoyed me. It just seems like weak language and it didn't really go with the ...

TPBM is wearing mismatched socks.

You pretty much blew me away with this. I mean, sure, it was perhaps a little longer than necessary, but it was beautiful, it had some of the most powerful ...

I don't listen to music WHILE I'm writing, but for inspiration I like Regina Spektor, Death Cab for Cutie, The Decemberists, The Shins and lots of classical stuff.

Whoever said we are obsessing over celebrities... we're not, really. We're not stalking these people, we just find them attractive and talented. Alright, so I adore Johnny Depp. He is ...

You tell a good story here, with a lot of emotion, which is good. However, sometimes your rhyme is either inconsistent or forced. I suggest that you either fix the ...

Hmm. This is nice, it flowed very well and has some pretty imagery. However, quite a few phrases and images seemed cliche to me. My advice is to go through ...

Wow. I love the darkness, I love the imagery, I love the alliteration, rhyme and rhythm, I love the morbid beauty. *triple thumbs up* However, the only thing is, I ...

battered bob dylan wanna-be sings about drug wars and crack whores (finger-plucked acoustic chords) [i]I kneel by his pleading guitar case with a faded green bill and hope my smile ...

[i]L'amour est enfant de boheme, Il n'a jamais jamais connu de loi...[/i] She was a master puppeteer: Chiseling out men's hearts as if from wood, Stringing them up and suspending ...

I don't having any suggestions, just letting you know that this is brilliant. Creepy, but fantastically well-written. Very original, it captivated me from the first sentence.