Kafkaescence

[size=130]The hay of a million wordless experiences Not sure I like "wordless." Presents itself to your fingertips, As you gradually unpick your way. Interesting. Its golden streaks obstruct your forf

I concede to be what you need from me; Spectacular opening line! Silent even though my lips still quiver. I don't particularly like your use of "even though." I think ...

Fabulous. You use simple imagery and language to create a beautiful picture - or at least, an emotion. I think you might've accidentally misspelled the subject, based on the other ...

I put so much energy on my work that I forgot what was really important, This is a pretty long line. time was going fast and I was u naware ...

Hey Roth! Here I am again. This was an interesting poem. I must say that, before you read more of my review, I am not the biggest fan of rhyming, ...

Pine Springs Summer Camp had seen better days. I know what you're thinking. Oh, silly Death! I would cut out the "Oh, silly Death!" It would work just as well, ...

Wow! You really do bring a new meaning to poetry. This is amazing: very atmospheric, very emotional. One critique I have is that it really just runs on and on, ...

I'll pick up my weapons, You pick up you're bow. *your* I'll bring the power would you bring the show? Kind of cliched rhythm, but okay.... We'll take you down, ...

This is great, Bookworm! Though I'll admit that I do agree with you on that it is a rough draft. When I was young I felt isolated Because I understood ...

I loved this poem, but I'm a bit low on time, sorry, so I'll skip past what I loved and dive right into the critique: Over grief filled cannons cut ...

Poetry is a thing that can sound pleasant to some people, and to others completely horrible. That is how it differs from stories - normal writing has a constant, unchanging ...

The star A bright star shines above the trees, Above the reach of wind and breeze, Wind and breeze are the exact same thing. "Wind and...(something different)" I reached but ...

As I was walking by the sea, I saw a curious thing to me, The "to me" really makes the reader feel excluded, and does not do too much to ...

You should rant more often. I'm serious. This is very good. As always, I loved your imagery, I loved your word choice, I loved this poem. I guess you're probably ...

he was a mutterer: he couldn’t help but answer the voices snatching at him for attention, stalking him like cancerous ghosts and echoing across his head. This is beautiful. they ...