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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, ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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, ...

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 ...

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 ...

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, ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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, ...

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 ...