TheWalkinDude

I have trouble remembering Every time that I cheat , Every time that I lied , And thought I was neat . This stanza confuses me grammatically. When I first ...

Okay, honestly, I'm having a bit of trouble grasping the idea of this poem. Maybe a love that never came? I don't know. I understand it seems that it is ...

Very ominous. A good poem to read slowly. A question though: through the whole poem, is it told as the snowman being the narrator? Or is that just the ending? ...

Okay, first off, nice job on a poem that actually gave me the creeps. That's a hard thing to accomplish, as even E.A.P. and Stephen King sometimes struggle with that. ...

The Feeling of Christmas Russia for vacation... Maybe not everyone's choice for the best spot in the world but , hey, I like snow, and it has always been one ...

Inspiration, where'd you go?! I thought that maybe, you'd like to know : (I'm adding a colon here because I think it reads better and looks better than the dots ...

Job well done! I love this short story to death! It made me laugh so much! I was really pondering what could be in the little box up to the ...

Haha! Love it, man! Although short and a little confusing on parts, this is still hysterical! I think this would be a lot better though if you lengthened it up ...

You wonder why I am like this, Why I hide away my smiles, Why I hide away my tears, Why I don't trust you, Why I despite I think you ...

I might close my eyes, just for a minute, to dream. Liking this opening line. Very subtle, yet it made me wonder what you're talking about. It makes me want ...

Bullies They make your life hell, Which they think is swell. Very, very true. They think it's okay , To treat you like prey. They act oh so cool, Make ...

The lights twinkle through the window, welcoming me in. I like this opening stanza, yet at the same time I don't. It seems a little mundane and cliche to me. ...

Newly fallen snow Stretched across my garden . When I looked down, I don't think you need a comma here. It adds an unneeded pause below, I saw icicles harden. ...

Suicide I look at the small child before me, dead before his time had come. He looks up at me, “What happened?” I was confused at first at this stanza, ...

A child’s fear I am the monster under this child’s bed. I am his terror made into a reality. His fear creates me, even when it is hidden. Without him ...