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Aw, thankies Sarah ;) You rock ;) x

Tea party smiles and cold, polite hands. Driftwood hollowness and castle sands. A kiss on the cheek, pure and virgin. Shrugshouldered pilgrims, blue and puritan. I really like this first ...

Eeeeks, there was a huge big chunk in between the end of that and the part where the review finished, something happened :shocked: so I'll just do it here: :arrow: ...

Stars Mysterious, infinite, Sparkling, glimmering, dreaming. Wishing to shine brighter. Brilliance I really liked this poem xD It's very good ;) I only had one issue with it: :arrow: Last ...

Pancakes are yummy. Pancakes are good. Would you like to try some? I think that you should! heheheh this made me laugh so much :lol: I know that you want ...

should have done 60, I've done 61 *yays*

Hey there, Broken I'm Lost or Kirsten, whatever you want to call me xD Welcome to YWS :D It's great here, don't let the harsh critiques get you down, some ...

I Sing Alone The day brings sun when it once was dreary like the times we’ve sang in perfect harmony, but now I sing alone. I totally agree with Jig, ...

Note: I haven't written poetry in a long long time it seems but I just felt inspired today so rip it apart and I appreciate all reviews and comments. And ...

A ghostly white mist marbles the well that the ivy guards silently. I love the imagery there of ivy ;) The water within is thirsty for my silver. Armed to ...

Namine is a dreamer, And a writer of her dreams Music and harmony Inhabit her soul. Nobody is what they call her, Everything is what she is to me. Aw; ...

I didn't write this. The words just stumble out, so... I'm not responsible if this is really, but really bad! (getting excuses for being a lousy poet, but this girl ...

I liked this. It wasn't without its flaws but the narrative is unpretentious and simple. I like that. The girl, however, I think sounds too young for her age. She ...

Anne’s crinoline skirts were completely spattered in blood. She was hunched over the deplorable figure of her mother, sprawled over the bed, sweat glistening on her forehead. Quickly, Anne turned ...

Chapter 8 The memory of the journey to Beaufort Mansion was set deep in Anne’s marrow, such was the cruel penetration of the cold embedded in her skin. 1 She ...