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  • Lyrics » General, General Re: Modern Zombie

    I get what you were saying in these, but you need to make how you say it clearer. I wake to the sound of sirens wailing, Turn on my laptop, ...

    Aug 15, 2010
  • Lyrics » General, General Re: Why Did You Have to Go?

    Once you left, Twice you broke my heart. You tried to stay, But that just made it worse. This is meh. It's typical tween doomed love babble. Spice it up ...

    Jul 10, 2010
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Imagine...

    You have a few issues with flow here that I'll address first. They're quoted here: Maybe you'd become a little crab, Too many syllables packed into one line. Crawling through ...

    Jul 2, 2010
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Talking to God

    Hai. If we could speak to God, What would we say? It's a vaguely intriguing opening. I'm interested, at least. I would try to make it a little more captivating, ...

    Jul 2, 2010
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: breathe

    Hi. The only real problems with this poem are as follows: 1.) You lack imagery. This is, as another critiquer said, a big chunk of text on the page. It ...

    Jun 30, 2010
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: After you finally contact me

    Again, as in your other poem, this is a list. This poem is, essentially: I did this. Then, I did that. I felt like this. You did that. I felt ...

    Jun 28, 2010
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: That Summer

    The problem I'm seeing here is that you paint no images. This is a list; you tell, tell, tell me what happens. This is dull. Expand on what happens more; ...

    Jun 28, 2010
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Jar Of Clay

    There is that one jar of clay, Saying "that one jar" implies that the reader knows/owns this jar of clay, which they likely do not. I would say "the". As ...

    Jun 28, 2010


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening