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If I could write a letter to myself, Send it to a parallel version of me, and entail how you could make me feel, I would wait on your love ...

OH HAI!! I saw the word Darren...and then I saw the word Criss...and I was like "What?!?! Where?!?" Hahaha. You've done a really good job with this portrait..I looked at ...

(This was written for a summer English project...the point of the assignment was to "reach out to someone in the community" and then write a one page essay about your ...

Hey!! I really liked this, strangely. I guess the mood I'm getting is being in a relationship you know you're not supposed to be in...and everyone looks at you like ...

I really liked this poem..the title pulled me in. However, for some reason, it made me kind of sad...which in your case, is a good thing ;) I love to ...

There are feathers. Pressing down. On my chest. And I. Can’t. Breathe. I’m suffocating under your words And every thought you speak Is an overload of emotion. Each feather. Weighs. ...

Hi! I'm Cassie; today I'm going to help you with your poem. First off, I thought it was very cute. I like how the title draws in the people who ...

My heart is a beach made of glass. With each wild, throbbing pulse you create, It bruises, overflowing with your footprint in its sand. If it were anyone else stepping ...

I have this jar. It’s an old pickle jar. The once bright lid is tarnished and faded, the scarlet words standing out against the mustard yellow background. The glass shines ...

Hello! I really enjoyed this piece. It is short, but it's explicit and really gets straight to the point. First thing: I think this might work better if you broke ...

Hi! I really liked this poem, but I do have a couple of suggestions. If you could see my face Every second of every day I bet it would change ...

Your name rolls off my tongue, Gliding gracefully into the air Like a flower unfurling Its petals. Your dark hair is woven Into tightly spun Curls and waves. It moves ...

I'm thinking of writing a poem from this. What do you think? Sometimes, I sigh. Because I feel a connection When I look in your eyes. But no words escape ...

My heart is young, naive, And understands little. It can only watch, silent, And try to percieve the love That rolls off others, And hope it will someday be filled ...

Hey! Cassie here, I'm going to review for ya. Okay...wow. I just finished reading your piece, and man, that was amazing. It gave me shivers. I love how you start ...