Incandescence

Soy, notice the pronoun usage. While it is intended to look at what my brother is, and then contemplating a life and the question, that if i were to be ...

For quite a time, the title of this "poem" dissuaded me from letting my eyes have acrid holes burned into them from the radiating teenage cliche of death. Needless to ...

Emo -- true. But then, so was every other major literary figure of the last millenia. This was well written, but the last stanza sinks into the realms of unforgivable ...

nike shox resting against the wall your idle feet kicking and scraping away at your above average persona girls in make-up and highheels surround you and I bet you like ...

This is not a poem. There is nothing poetic about it. You did not grace white lines with emotions, but with philosophies and revelations and did not forebear upon yourself ...

As a general rule, only truly great poets can convey messages in such a short space. I would heavily advise you against these kinds of poems. Your emotions and senses ...

Only two problems: "i'll never, ever forget." Would sound better and more meaningful without the "ever." And: "oh so dark " Should be totally omitted, unless you really want to ...

I don't agree with this poem's message. Maybe in an isolated sense, but you apply it to society at large. I think you should have given an example and personalized ...

The first four stanzas served a purpose you will eventually be able to say in one. Not that I could do it, nor would I offer up such blasphemy; however, ...

there's this tiny little side street just behind the park across from whitman's drugstore and just where the interstate joins in a curve leading off somewhere i don't know where, ...

This was written February 17th. And I need to remember that. I actually cried on this poem whenever I read it aloud to a small audience. I feel like an ...

Because this poem is not lucent in certain stanzas, I'd like to state something, and you can critique me for not doing my job, but you know, shove it. My ...

A much needed critique of the brilliant minds of the centuries gone by. I especially liked the solemnity that followed this poem. It seemed to be a somber proclamation of ...

You must have learned what "cadence" meant today... Anyway, the poem was a huge upgrade in your writing style. You never wrote terrifically horrid, however. I think it is important ...

Angst-throttled. Beautiful, but cliched. Not much in the way of an edit, because there isn't anything to edit. For a poem of this standard, an edit would be a revision ...