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Hi vox! :D Don't worry— help is on the way! *zooms in* The Sons of Liberty If you had lived in mid-eighteenth century Boston, you might have heard of them. ...

Hi there, leftt! Welcome to YWS! First off: It is a requirement and a major rule here that you post at LEAST 2 reviews for other stories or poems before ...

Hi sportfreak! :) Sleep embraces your mind with dreams of candy and screams. I don't think this line makes much sense. Who dreams of candy and screams..? I honestly don't ...

Hi Alex :D I'm anti-pop and I'll be your reviewer today. Death’s Tea Party I'll go ahead and say it: I like the title. It was very eye-catching. He sits ...

Wow! I really liked this one, Mia. Here's a few things I need to point out though: A stream flows quietly around her feet Waiting for someone she wishes to ...

A snake is slithering its way to her room She sleeps [s]soudlessly[/s] soundlessly unaware of her doom. Its black scaly skin streached tight across its body Red eyes cold, ready ...

Untitled Chapter One Part One "I'm getting off now!" Erica squeaked loudly into my left ear. Her dark brown braids [s]swinging[/s] swung into my eyes as she turned to grab ...

I loved it before I even read the actual poem. :D (and I laughed at the 'churches smell nice') The reason I didn't point out anything wrong with your was ...

As I lay here on my floor... I would remove the ellipses I can taste your smell, See the darkness and my body engulfed in yours. These next few lines ...

Because this is a very loose and relaxed poem (it doesn't have a certain format or rhyme scheme) it is much more difficult to review. Even so, I personally can't ...

Some people call her special, Some people call her names. Some kids poke fun and laugh at her, A nd exclude her from their games. (This stanza was rather bland...and ...

Hi! I'm anti-pop. This piece is kind of long, so I'm just going to help break it up a bit as I read through. :) I don't expect you to ...

To Die a Child for John Keats To die a child would be a martyr's death, Burning out in youthful blaze, (I love this) Free of love, life and shortening ...

Hi! I'm anti-pop and I'll be reviewing your work today :) Gears turning slowly, tumblers not working I sit, my hand on my head, glaring at the riddle I can't ...

Torn If mirrored in the other’s face she found the image of the first the choice would be no simpler. The one—mature, open, striking. The other—sweet, amusing, familiar. He would ...