PsyLynx

This seemed pretty flat to me...like each poet has a...base, and when they're uninspired, what comes out is the base, and maybe it's good, but all the base stuff resonates ...

I was going to say that I hated the repetition of "can’t see the stains on the walls"...I mean, four times, in a row? C'mon! You know better. And then ...

Love that first one-liner. So true. Crying isn't spoken. Ha. Listen to me. Me. That line threw me off, and I had to read it a lot before I could ...

I hate the phrase "on a daily basis", because you could say...well, "daily" and have it mean precisely the same thing. I don't care so much in daily conversation, but ...

I love the first and last stanzas, absolutely. The second two...are necessary to the story, I do think, and there's nothing wrong with them at all. No, nothing really at ...

ooooooooooooooooh. love the ending. It was...starting to get old, and the bird-shit thing just made me go, "um............"...but, of course, that's just weirdness and I can of course forgive that, ...

it's too short to get me to care. I care about characters once I get to know them. It's just a moment of something larger, of an entire world....it's like ...

absolutely incredible imagery. I wish I could figure out what it meant. But the imagery was stunning enough that it's like music....you don't have to understand it's message in order ...

a men. A men. The greatest defeat I've ever had, and the stupidest thing I've ever done, was when I let myself believe that adults were living the right way, ...

I don't know. I felt early on like this was trying to make me angry, and in return, I got angry at it. Hamas, yeah, that's bad. They won, yeah, ...

vision is spelled...vision. Not visioin. But a small mistake... I love it. It's...very powerful and excellent. "Delicate beauty...dreaming a vision of death" and "where the sun and moon soar/While cha

it's ok, it shows that you have talent, but it doesn't feel like it's really focusing on anything that's worth a damn to me. Gimme something my heart can cling ...

I dig the last bit. Some of it is...well, forced. I suppose it would have to be, but it's just, I donno, to a level that turns me off a ...

same thing with my neighbor and I...we were best friends for years. Now, I hardly know him. I think he takes steroids, I think his parents may be getting a ...

it started out good, but then at some point, as tends to happen to me at least, you got hung-up on rhyming, so that every line had to rhyme, and ...