Ignatius5453

All the world is glass, shattered into grains of sand, I stare into a dark mirror, and retch to see what I may see. I see eyes long interred in ...

You can trace the tearstains on her cheeks, from where she's been crying. Over some jerk with a "MOM" tattoo and a mustang; left her in the backseat for another ...

You can trace the tearstains on her cheeks, from where she's been crying. Over some jerk with a "MOM" tattoo and a mustang; left her in the backseat for another ...

Awesome job. Sooooooooooo relatable.

I liked the style and way you set it up, it was a layout Ive never seen before which made it all the more appealing... BUT, I understood no part ...

I liked the format, it was easy to read and flowed well. Not a bad idea, might have started a new form of porety; the sonnet, the haiku, the free-verse, ...

I took one look t the poem and decided it was too daunting to read, maybe split it up into stanzas that would be so much easier on the eyes, ...

It was decent, though in some places the rhythm was totally off, but not at all a bad effort, I honestly enjoyed it, and will probably re-read it a few ...

Great job, I would give a review and nit-pick, but that has already been done. Any-whoooo, great job, again.

Cold hands clamor at my sides, and blue lips stammer to speak. A weary soul sighs inside my chest. And the beast hisses: "Can you hear the echoes, woeful cries ...

The light fades and the sun starts to set, millions of wings patter as the butterflies fly off into the distance. The colors dance together into one canvas of sky, ...

You're too innocent, I so often think I don't know why; Must be be the way you blink, you used be twice in a row With you eyes too big ...

I literally just cried. I hate that feeling that its too late, and whenever you feel it, your heart just sinks to your toes and you want to disappear forever. ...

The sun melts into a mesh of colors as it sets, birds shriek their final goodbyes to Lady Evening. A cool dusk breeze whistles through the trees, stirring the leaves. ...

The scheme of the poem was good and it had a general rhythm and rhyme, but it just seemed uneven in places. And the small lines made every syllable that ...