Galerius

When I cleaned the street on my knees, you kept away. When their spit rinsed my hair, you looked the other way. When they pinched my body, when my soul ...

If this poem is meant for people under the age of 5, then your poem is perfectly shaped and you should disregard everything I've said below. If not, then this ...

Since you are only 13, I'm going to restrain from some of my more unrestrained comments. Boys did make sense. Boys were are simple. Boys know how to laugh. Boys ...

So there is no misunderstanding (and several people have misinterpreted my intentions), let me emphasize that I am not supporting any Nazi views nor do I consider the Nazis to ...

Yup, there have been hundreds of thousands ofprophecies, so some were chance-bound to come true. But there is one I believe to be true, And better yet I'm not scared ...

Hitler. Nazis. These terms have been transformed into a human bogeyman, almost, that survive to this day as synonyms for depravity, hate, evil, etc. What I want to ask is, ...

Gamechanger10 gets the 1500 points by virtue of random-hat-pick, congratulations. Stay tuned for more giveaways when I feel in the mood to do so (next 2-3 weeks). Ciao.

Is there a reason you are donating these points, Galerius? Or a stipulation attached? Perhaps. So you're donating points to people who want them? What's this? Galerius giving away his ...

I am surprised. I thought this was a typical teenage-angst-ridden poem - and it is, of sorts. But you've managed to do something I haven't seen in a while; you ...

You, my friend, are a master of circles. You bring around the audience to a full cavalcade of emotions from revolution and proletariat uprising in the beginning, to despair and ...

So who wants 'em?

What? Galerius, you didn't tear my work apart at all this time.... ITs like there is something missing. *faints* Just kidding. :) Hmm, I'm not in the mood, but that ...

I always hate to critique a piece after errtu2 is done with it because of how well s/he plumbs through the poem's fallacies, but here I am, so let's start. ...

How come I saw you in that day And, in the next again, I'm never gonna see you? My tears fill me everyday What did i do? Please tell me ...

This poem doesn't feel right for a line-by-line so I'm just going to pick and choose some lines that you need to look at. He thinks to himself quite frankly ...