Medusa

I dream of a world Where every thing's dead [s]Where [/s]the heart does not beat And [s]where [/s]no creature breathes My perfect [s]world[/s] Is the [s]world [/s][s]of[/s] night With every ...

There ' s an old man in the mirror And he sees me there [s]He sees me there[/s] But he doesn't look His eyes are closed And in his hands ...

Ok, definetly not feeling the "list" strategy. You have vague ideas here that need expanding. Rather than repeat a line three or four times, write one well and detail it. ...

Hmm. Very interesting! The end caught me off guard; I wasn't expecting beauty in simplicity! I like this poem alot. Let me just make some criticisms, as is natural. Although ...

I used to have a memory like a picture in my mind , a n artist's painting of the family and friends I left behind . But now the picture ...

It serves the odd mixture of both Allied officers, locals, the survivors stuck in the homeless camps and of course the Yids that hadn’t managed to get themselves out of ...

Hmm...I love mandalas. A big part of my spiritual Zen Buddhist aura. As for the poem: be wary of excessive -ing words. Mandala; your repeated patterns, round and never ending ...

I don't see the point, In anything any more. This echoless hole, Opens up on every shore. And I don't understand, How you sell me your remedies. When i just ...

Oh wow. This is a very powerful peice, Kylan. I enjoy the strong aura of heroism-ish (?) possible bravado in the MC. I had a hard time finding fault in ...

Wow. Before I read this, I recommend correct paragraphing. A new speaker requires a new paragraph--see your first two lines. Also be careful with your capitalization--only words at the beginning ...

I have only critted the first section, due to my lack of time and energy at the present. I will be back. First, some nit-picky things: He made himself to ...

Be careful with this sort of poem--I have read many, and written a few myself, poems that attempt to be either cute or clever by writing about not being able ...

Let me tell you my favorite bit to begin with: groans as the product of suburban rebellion grinds along his metatarsal bones with snaking wires bleeding from their ears. On ...