Justagirl

Torin I shoved my hands against the door, watching the long nails scratch my wrist, leaving thin lines of blood. The creature as snarling on the other side of the ...

So wait, the father doesn't want the son to fight but the son is going to anyways? Apart from that part these are really great poems!!! I love them :D. ...

Aaah!! This poem is so cute! I love it the way it's short, sweet and simple. The ryhming makes it even better (I stink at rhyming...)!! Keep writing!! Alzora

I changed Nora's name to Raelyn. Alora I woke up, sweating and cold in my bed in the orphanage. My dream replayed itself in my head, the bright lights, the ...

It's pretty calm/serene... The only thing that isn't (for me) is the color of the pants. I think it's too deep a black... Keep drawing! Alzora

I was on a plane getting ready to take off, the course set for somewhere far from my homeland, California. That was all the rage back in Cali , but ...

Everyone is right!! (Just like Kepe said) More lines, try to do it on paper first, and like Kepe said Particularly a wing line. A wing line would be nice ...

Waltzing gracefully in the fields , d rinking in the morning sun. Mr. Darcy, a llow me to recapture y our good opinion, I hope it is not lost forever. ...

“Erin Randall, please stop giving goo-goo eyes to that boy and pay attention to the front of the class. Sure, everyone in the world probably knew I did, but that ...

Fighting Sleep Crashing over you, a blanket of dense quality. It’s so hard to escape. You have to try. Battling the welcome feel, trying not to sink in this ocean. ...

You are a coward, you are scared , y ou are disgraceful, you are their slave . You are becoming what I fear most , t hey once oppressed, now ...

*Feels the need to rip into shreds* I shall now point out everything that bothers me (even the tiniest bit) in this piece. I bowed my head over my book, ...

Well. My computer background is my favorite out of all the ones I've ever had... I picniked it though.. Piknic is awesome... Here's a link to the site if you'd ...

The Cold Quietly rising, through your body. Freezing your muscles, numbing, painful. You’re powerless. The feeling is sickening, but, you’ve felt it before. Waiting to lose this never won battle, ...

I like this poem, it's kind of vague though... I think it could be great if you added some stanzas onto it! Keep writing, Alzora