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Hi fortis, So I'm guessing they don't assign moderator positions based on creative thinking and writing ability. Because this is about as developed as a infant who just soiled his ...

Hi Iggy, Utter and complete garbage. Your poem is a spoiled brat wearing extra tight jeans and cheaply oiled black hair over one eye because that makes it "mysterious" and ...

Hi Kylan, I want to say this is about your recent days abroad, but your work is always subject to extreme fluctuations of interpretation. So I will not focus on ...

Hi creativityrules, Sorry to say but this has already been done before, namely by every single street-hawking boozed up two-bit Chicago penny pastor thumping from a little cardboard box with ...

Hi SilverLove, This is like a pianist sitting down, playing the opening two bars of a three-page sonatina, and then getting up and walking away. The audience is left sitting ...

Phoenix23, But right now, it feels like love. Feels like a bucket of barnyard slop to me. This poem hardly sends a message. What is it about your love that ...

Hi Abid115, This little jet of self-pleasure went just about as far as I'd expect - that is, any form of thought was evaporated by the third line from the ...

Hi mellophone7, Generally, it's a good thing to get the reader to question a poem. However, when this question is "Does the narrator have a personality disorder and is just ...

Hi BelarusBirdy, Basically the equivalent of splashing around in a pool of water while screaming really loudly. We're not really sure what's going on, but there seems to be a ...

Hi Kaywiia, Somehow, you managed the extraordinary task of saying absolutely nothing while managing to wax on for over fifteen lines of material. This weepy tale is just a waste ...

Hi peanut19, I haven't read the previous chapters (and I hope I wasn't expected to) but will make do with the failings and shortcomings I can spot from reading this ...

Hi StoryWeaver13, You're attempting to scribble letters in the air out of a haze of smoke. Stop scribbling letters in the air out of a haze of smoke. So you ...

Hi kjr5horses, They say half the battle is knowing, and it looks like you're right in that this poem isn't any good. But love is not that,It goes on, Much ...

Hi tigertiger, This is barely a poem, limping along painfully by grabbing every single pseud-image and edge it can possibly get its hands on. Lightning, destruction, fire, lake, time, trucks. ...

Hi HelloKitty87, It will be a blessing if any intelligent reader retains interest after the second line of this lumbering behemoth. All you're doing is bellyaching about a girl who ...