Galerius

Hi Master, Time gives us a present, Even a past and a future. Why the "even"? It's as if you expect the reader to be surprised; that doesn't make sense, ...

Hi Flower~Child, I am not even going to bother to give this a line-by-line critique. Not only do you make mistakes in every one, they are the same mistakes repeated ...

Hi Hypknowsis, A mother’s grief; how she lost her child A child’s playground; swimming all day A training ground for athletes; swimming every day A pool of ideas; excellent for ...

Hi Rosey Unicorn, Somebody’s gotta die, Take your pick. Could be you, could be your lover, Could be your father, mother or brother. Why somebody has to die has never ...

Hi KnightlyAngel09, Did you think for a moment That my heart had grown legs And gained the ability to Walk away from you? This all looks like fluff so far. ...

Quietly and patiently I wait my demise Untouched by humans but killed by the world Why are you untouched by humans? Explain this, including the distinction between humanity and the ...

Hi angels-symphony, I'm running around in circles, it's getting me nowhere. The soles of my shoes are wearing away, the rock beneath them eroding. Frozen in time by indecision, it's ...

Hi Juniper, The problem that afflicts most of your poetry that I've read makes this one suffer as well. And that problem is you go on and on and on ...

Hi burgs, Come on now. You have to realize how preachy, narrow-minded, and nauseating this sounds as a whole. Actors come and actors go, but only the greats live on. ...

Hi Kylan, I'm disappointed with this piece. An impatient fly tapped against the glass of the door and the old fan spun, struggling against the heat, like a swimmer against ...

Hi Zoya, Princess Sidra is what I prefer people call me. Elves love to say I’m a very beautiful elf I’m tall and slender with very fair skin, and very ...

Hi BigBadBear, tip-toeing at midnight in the darkness, the child stepped on every creaking floorboard, opened every rust door hinge, bumped into every scraping chair. This is about as boring ...

Hi paperdollx, These betraying fingers, They trace around your heart, And make you fall in love, With a person, I don't want to be. Not only is this first part ...

Hi Kylan, seasickness meiosis of the moon; splintered on the hump-backs of the new tide – tiny petals of white light water-born, like capsizing paperboats. Surely there's some other description ...

Hi Boyfrand, Gonna give this one a general critique rather than a line by line because I think that's what it needs most. Alright, the flow. There is none. In ...