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  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Ink-line

    Only white permeates these borders, these lines around your body; a wedged black marker divides your contours from the rest of the blank-static world. Like the knife of a suicide, ...

    Nov 22, 2011
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Verdant Gallows

    I know the corners of his mouth, they bleed, they blaze, they search you out - you are the smoke he talks about, the dancing smoke amongst the tears staining ...

    Nov 20, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Marmalade

    I absolutely adore this poem. The hidden meaning within such a simple topic is astounding. I disagree with previous reviews, this is not shallow at all. You've really captured something ...

    Nov 20, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: forgotten

    This was truly a beautiful and unique poem. Every suggestion I have has already been covered by others, but I will say I think the flow of the poem is ...

    Jun 6, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: The Panic Attacks

    Alone, truely alone. Tragically awaiting the nonexistant end Oh, immortal vexation Just stop, oh, stop it! Stop wasting me away as I descend Lower into the abyss, Desperately grasping at ...

    Jun 4, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Disco Ball

    The simplicity of this poem is truly beautiful. I find that I prefer to read shorter poems, because they say so much with so little words. It really speaks of ...

    Jun 4, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Myriad maze

    In all honesty, I have no particular criticisms of this piece. It was absolutely wonderful and speaks so much truth about what goes on when we try to write something, ...

    May 31, 2011
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Night Running

    The cold is turning my breath to clouds, The sky is navy and without a single star, The harsh glow of the city Blocks the towers from view There was ...

    May 11, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Ultimatum

    Sometimes the absence of commas can hinder the flow rather than make it more evident, but for this poem that is not the case. I appreciate the deep cynical attitude ...

    May 10, 2011
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Time.

    The shortest lifespan Is not that of the fly - It's the second, Who must live so briefly. Flash by for a moment -Even shorter, I mean - An instant, ...

    Apr 17, 2011
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: The Promise of Verdant

    Before the dawn turns into dust And drifts away upon the breeze, Drink the morning's sweet sunlight - Taste the promise of this new day. Dance among the glades and ...

    Apr 17, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Intertwined

    I cannot express to you how much I love the simplicity and language used in this poem. It really expresses so much in so little lines. I cannot find any ...

    Apr 17, 2011
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Outside, Inside

    You sit outside, with a clipboard in your arms resting atop your knees. You are staring at a blank page of paper- there is nothing more terrifying I think you ...

    Apr 10, 2011
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Time travel.

    Okay, so in complete contrast of all those other people I really appreciated the poem. Poetry isn't meant to be spelled out and completely understood by anyone but the writer, ...

    Apr 8, 2011
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: No. 14

    It's not much of a critique, but I really love this. I prefer shorter poems anyways, and this has so much meaning and emotion packed into a few lines. It ...

    Apr 8, 2011


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien