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The girl wonders what she can do to be noticed, how to finally get someone's attention other than her brother's. She has to convey this important news, she has to ...

I picture a slender young woman, built almost like a toothpick, petite, very few curves. Black hair, pale skin, wears dark clothing, seems unapproachable, perhaps snobby to others, but is ...

Granted, but now you have no purpose in life, nothing to strive for, and everyone hates you for being perfect. I wish I had *sings* somebody to leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ean on.

This poem aches and hurts, it throbs with raw emotion. And I have to ask, how many problems does your speaker have?? S/he smokes, has an eating disorder? is OCD? ...

I knew it was something like that, but then I thought it was eclipse...I decided not to embarrass myself too much. :D Thanks!

I like this, it's kind of a childish, singsongy, Shel Silverstein-esque rhythm, but I like it. It works, because if the poem is about a child experimenting with running away, ...

I'm going to steal someone else's idea and use different colors. red=spelling blue=revision green=commentary I could smell the burning bodies in the crematorias of Aschwitz Birkenau Auschwitz-Birkenau

Organization is the bane of my existence. :D

sheesh! I was writing an entry (while doing homework), and then I get the little message, click over here, and there are five more entries. *shakes head* I'll wait for ...

No problem. I am the Grammar Nazi. :D And, I forgot to say it, but I really like the first stanza. It sounds good in my head (which is a ...

I'm getting an image of a girl (obviously...), somewhere in her teens, I can't tell where. She's small, tan skin, dark hair. Her parents' first language is not English, they ...

"hmmm...tough one...I love dogs, of course, but if I could fantasize a little bit...I'd make my doggy bigger (back higher than my waist), give him wings, and have him bite ...

It would be nice if you'd specified whether your friend is male or female, but it's not essential to the poem, you can leave it like it is. I like ...

First of all, you've got some major grammar issues. When talking about people, use "who," not "that." that excepts me for me, that I can talk to, that loves me ...

Cassie choked on the coffe, remembering as the bitter drink burned her throat that she'd never liked it anyway. Her eyes watered, and she gasped for air, eyes bulging like ...