Misty

yeah yeah, brad. As usual..you're going to give up poetry...lol. how many times have you said that? I'll crit this the best I can, I guess. I always like critting ...

I wasn't sure about this one. To me, the voice seemed...sort of fake. I liked the stuff about the angels, though. :D Overall to me it was just...*sighs* oh dear, ...

for some reasong this seemed more like a list to me, like, "I did this, then I did that." but I'm not really sure how you can fix that. :(. ...

well, I liked it. I thought it sounded innocently sweet. I actually knew what nostalgia meant, too! In the 4rth line of the 1rst stanza you say, "for the now," ...

So, I was just another girl. You had a list. A plan, a scheme. Call it what you will. Did I have a number? Girl number 34? Do I get ...

It's so beautiful! I love the all-out obsession that this portrays, and the imagery was wonderful. It obviously kept me reading, and I loved it. "everything about me depends on ...

you don't really need help with this...you just like opinions, right? That's what I do with most of my stories, just post them to get opinions, because I don't really ...

A storm was brewing over him.... Hmm, how about, "A storm brewed overhead," or something like that? The wind was picking up and things were being blown off the ground, ...

But whoever it is, or whatever you're doing I hope that something somewhere Is reminding you of me This is my favorite part. I really like this poem altogether. I ...

we always knew you would be the one to save us walking down concrete slabs reciting slam poetry in inverse free-style harmony and you’ve got your eyes tilted just so ...

but his record was spotless; he would not allow a single mistake to poison his record. I would say, "he would not allow a single mistake to poison it," that's ...

Hmmm..well the plot was interesting, I suppose, but I guess it just wasn't my type of story. The beginning and the end were sort of weak, and the writing level ...

I would have liked this a lot better if I was more open to the gay/lesbien thing. As it was, it sort of grossed me out. :( But I'll crit ...

this was really sweet. I'm a horrible critiquer, but I'll try. burning and scratching throaty, guttural voices in blank white rooms whose existence demands a lifeforce so that it too ...

I all honesty it was a great poem, but you really know anything about the subject? I'm not saying you don't, but it's always difficult to write poems about things ...