Medusa

Calmmermaid, I don't think by wednesday you would have gotten a foot. And I'm skeptical about growing ears a day later. And the last stanza makes absolutely no sense. Your ...

Alberto, A title would be nice here. You can't name your poem 'poem'. Where is the attraction in that? Unless "if she knew what he did" was the title. In ...

Oh my, you can't stop on your third poem! It took me my hundredth poem to write something that was half-decent! Most poets can't write well until they've put in ...

Hmm. On one hand, it captures perfectly the essense of what a lullaby should be: calm, relaxing, peaceful. On the other hand, you seem to not have broken out of ...

The real problem with this poem (and don't get me wrong, I actually liked it alot), is that it doesn't really get you anywhere. It leads you in the right ...

Air and sound, They pollute them both. To entertain and blow; Their terrible oath. You should really rethink this whole rhyming thing. It's rather forced. To entertain and blow; their ...

Hmm... I have mixed feelings about this. All at once, I want to feel sad because you're taking your life away, right? But some of this fluff that just makes ...

I LOVED this! I can't say I've read a peice that's more humorous and saddening at the same time. Very little to critique, but absolutely wonderful. Wittilicious. Yum. Good job! ...

Via, you speak words of true wisdom. I am glad you have been able to take the step to tell your story, especially to us artists, people who understand more ...

Wow. This is a very powerful essay. Well done on the emotional viewpoint! I can really connect with you, because my mother is the same way--she works in Wickenbourg; a ...

From the depression of skulls. That people shall be free. The two most powerful lines in the entire poem. Otherwise, it's rather too simple if you understand my meaning. I ...

maybe you looked better with Doritos than you ever did with me. ^ The best two lines, in my opinion. I absolutely adored this poem, which envoked a sort of ...

I thought the poem was wonderful until about L12. Then the idea of Mercury dying didn't dip further than the surface, and I was slightly bored, to tell you the ...

I look in the glass pool At who lays there We are who we are [s]We are who we are[/s] Dreaming of nothing but lies As [s]our [/s]heads fill with ...

There is a window, Upon a wall. A window, coloured green and red, A perfect square. On one side of this window, There is a child, Perfectly happy, surrounded by ...