Kafkaescence

Very emotional poem. I think you really should take the time to go through it; it has potential. The first thing you want to do is establish the flow of ...

Great work. Here are some quibbles: Raging black demons, pure white innocence, together we make a balance they can't comprehend. This stanza I would recommend reworking. "Raging" and "demon" are ...

Dark, The fingernails of shadow Scrape at the window. Fingers like a branch Of a dead tree Curl over the desk, The chair, And creep across the floor Like a ...

This a very nice, if short, poem. You set the tone, carry through, and finish with a grand final line: Someone, rescue me from myself Love it. The only line ...

Fires are slow to die. Even when their feast has been reduced to sickly black blocks of char, one last remaining tendril of flame licks hungrily at the remains, swaying ...

It is interesting what should and should not be considered poetry. I think this piece falls right onto that dividing line. Arranged in a slightly more poetic fashion (stanzas, lines, ...

Prologue I stood in front of Dan’s desk as he read my file. The black leather of my jacket creaked and nervousness crept in Nice. as I wondered whether or ...

Cautiously, Grant approached the box and peered inside to see that wrapped up in a semi-clean blanket was a little pink face The last part of this sentence is a ...

You'll never know how much I really loathe you. I'm a plexiglass window to another side of the world. This is beautiful. You look at me for a while, Make ...

Very nice. Some lines are a bit confusing, but I suggest not changing them. They add a sense of mystery and sophistry to the poem, though that might not be ...

This is a nice start. I especially love the reflection: it adds a sense of background in a way that is very powerful in the opening chapters. That said, may ...

My father is dead. The night he died, his body was brought to our house and thrown upon our doorstep. I heard the door opening, and then a strange, stunned ...