Soyala Amaya

Erm...I see no originality. This is exactly what's been written a thousand times by a thousand teens on a hundred lonely Saturday nights. sorry, it was all right, but...bland, hackneyed, ...

What's graphic? I'm really confused. I didn't kill anyone, there's no guts or anything, where's the graphic to make you hurl? And incandesence, is that a hurl because its bad ...

This is the kind of poem where you need to light a few candles, turn of the lights, close your eyes, and let someone you love whisper it in your ...

It's...a story. Stated in blatant feelings without leaving anything to the readers soul to imagine. Don't tell me, blindfold me like you did that girl, and let me smile as ...

Dear world, I’m tired. You hear it over and over, The ‘bustle of humanity’, The ‘roar of the city streets’, The endless squawking of a billion children lost in the ...

Um...I'm sorry, but I don't think this was a poem. I think these were a couple of sentences. Know the difference? Sentences tell, poems let you feel the end result. ...

Nice hook. Very nice. Writing is almost like fishing, you must first hook the reader, then painfully draw them in to the deeper meaning of your piece so that the ...

Hey everyone, thanks for your comments, it really makes me feel, well, not good (duh) but proud of my own talent that I can do this all right in the ...

All right, first off...ouch incandensence...just...ouch. It wasn't that bad. Admittedly, she did hae a few cliches, and the end did kind of take away the mystique, but she ruined the ...

Thanks, though I'm not sure about that line...I like how it just kind of ends...a litte symbolic, don't you think? And, yea, she did...kind of. She took a lot of ...

Thanks Meshugenah, this poem means a lot to me, and I want it to be the best that it can be. I made a few altercations, tell me what you ...

Ok, I made a few changes, tell me what you think now. And thanks for being honest bubble, a lot of the time simple honesty is lost in places like ...

Royal Memories I remember, Racing through these halls, As an idealistic child. People would hand me a soda, Or an ice cream bar, And laugh as I proclaimed, That the ...

I...I LIKE this...and it RHYMES! It's...it's a miracle! Ok, to be more serious, this was enjoyable. Very Highwaymanish, if not near as long or...sensational. I'm sorry, but the Highwayman is ...

*yawns and rolls over onto her back with a kitty like mrow* Ok...go with the flow, ride with the tide, the rhyming seems forced when you you force the rest ...