Liz

simple, rhythmic, sweet. not much else, but it had a nice touch in it that i thought was good to read.

My feet hit the pavement rhythmically as I walk, the commotion and constant buzz of the city drowning out the sound of my footsteps. It's past midnight, but it's Friday, ...

Great. Emotive. Well done.

Hmmm...a tough subject to write about because of all the baggage you have to deal with. I quite liked it, I just think it needed a little more to it ...

i liked it...but yeah it seemed a bit forced. i know what you're trying to get at, but i really had to ponder over the concept instead of being smashed ...

she wears her blood like peach juice on her white sleeve, like the soft sponge of baby skin, creased like melting snow. i wear my blood like beetroot on my ...

Clouds whisper silkily after the bruised ankles of morning. The white ligaments of this salty sea stroke the soft hair of this tuna flesh, with paintbrush fingers they lather froth ...

I quite like it, but I agree with Sabine: it's kind of meaningless and doesn't convey much of a point. However, the language and images are beautiful, so that more ...

Death checks her watch with hollow eyes (blackened pits) things having been buried inside (bones). Green becomes black, day grows old. Fire feathers flutter to the ground. Ashes enfold. O ...

Good stuff, pretty packed-full. I especially like the tone you used. It was witty and satirical at times but was still serious enough to be powerful and important. Some of ...

Yeah, it was pretty unoriginal, mainly because you spelt everything out to us. You told us your feelings and emotions rather than showing them through imagery and metaphors etc. That ...

I really like it. Powerful and emotional without being confessional poetry. Nice way to express a real-life situation, in a narrative form. It was a pretty original metaphor too. Good ...

I like it, and I'm sure you could wring some truth out of it if you tried. Nice work.

Thanks. The narrator alternates in who she's talking to: 1, 3 and 5 are to herself; her musings. 2 and 4 are to "friends".

I quite like it. Okay, so there are some cliches but I think they're acceptable ones :) We came here like the raindrops Blind to where we would land I ...