Kafkaescence

I enjoyed reading this, but I've got to agree with Paul. Is this a song? Or is it a poem? It seems like it is something in between. The thing ...

Eyes briefly meeting Hands sliding down my back My heart pulsing rapidly This angle of attack Lips touching abrasively Bodies demanding passion Words whispered with desire And meaningful passion You ...

Oh, beautiful. Crafted with the finest words. Consider my suggestions: Light screams from your eyes, "Light?" Hmm. Somehow I cannot picture this. Replace it with an emotion; a strong one, ...

This is one of those poems that are able to be both poetic and straightforward. I liked it. It was understandable. I have some critique, though, that I would like ...

Agathocacological; I am augury. That who is ideological, A crown of methylmercury. The pantomancer Of the macrocosm. The fate of the theomancer Lies in the pantacosm. The death of the ...

This is short and sweet. I have no problem with the imagery, and you maintain the general feeling of concern throughout. Here are some small critiques of mine: “I cannot ...

This was a good read. You do a fairly good job with the rhyming, which I will soon discuss. Mother, Do do you know what I see in you? A ...

The concept of a soul. Could I see it if I tore open your chest? Could I hold it within my palm it and clutch it between my fingers? No, ...

Okay, here it is. This was well written and well thought out. I'm glad you went into the explanation about z-poc, because it definitely helped me see just how much ...

I love it. I'll give you a full review very soon.

I like the potential of this story. Not that it isn't already REALLY cliched, but I have a feeling your retelling will make a whole new story out of the ...

Always pleasing to welcome a new user, yes? Some tips: -Randomness is very welcomed. -"Cliche" is not a new word on this site, don't worry. -People usually associate "poetry" with ...

Oh, definitely. Sounds great.

How much do you need to start one?

Lavern, from The Cave Between Lands "Technology" has always been one of those distant words that I know I will never reach. I live on candles, woodstoves. I have always ...