Galerius

Good morning, sunshine I’m feeling warm today and I think It’s got something to do with the Subtle glow of the faint words Which rest on the translucent screen Interesting ...

It's times like these when I struggle with my recent vow not to be overtly harsh. Don't listen to this darkodemark character, he's clearly basing his judgment on middle-school characterizations ...

Please review my lyric poem, Pleading to a Wet Sun, when you can. Be harsh. Thank you!

It's a lyric poem, titled Pleading to a Wet Sun. Thanks in advance.

Oh how bright your smile! You’ll be with us For just a little while We love you dear And as you fade out, Please, honey, just don’t fear! After calling ...

working for a venture capital firm, working for the park police, working for a firm on Wall Street :D :D :D Good luck with that. Although, to your defence, this ...

If you don't mind jiggling over to my thread: Title: Pleading to a Wet Sun Genre: Lyric Poetry Type: ...Poetry? Length: 27 lines Link: Thank you.

I need cool people like you to review my work: Title: Pleading to a Wet Sun Genre: Lyric Poetry Many thanks beforehand.

The form of pure torture, is sliding down my cheek. It is the only thing that I can recognize, from the last few weeks. The beginning is like looking at ...

The cold hits you, Like a wall. The way you describe the cold makes it seem like the wall is hitting you, which is confusing and unrealistic; you hit walls, ...

[b]Its these times I cherish. In fact, every single moment of them. How can you have a moment of a time? That does not make sense, and as such, I ...

500 points up for grabs. [spoiler]If you already won points from me and you post here anyway, I will be mad at you, but I suppose I will have to ...

My walls are covered in all kinds of things. Old locks, magazine cut-outs, pictures, posters... Pictures of me in a roller coster! Last line is forced because you're trying to ...

friendships; whispers of feelings, obvious, yet left unsaid. Only slurred between closed jaws . The remnants of a night infuse your subconscious with questions. Minutes preserved like time capsules in