darko.demark666

Dear you You're a part of me You're eating away at All the things that I am 1. Try to begin with: My dearest... 2. What does the 3rd verse ...

Welcome to the YWS. tired no chance of sleep wired so that I cant weep confused the words tumbling in my head anger this life is full of dread hope ...

"Life’s too short, To fear and worry. Don’t take action, With [s] unnecessary [/s] speed. [s]Definitely[/s] don’t race;" I'm sure you can find better word instead of this. no, this ...

The darkness closes in on me. It sounds twisted. Try delete that and see if it fits like that. I call out for you, ...or "I whisper your name" You ...

I made it up at midnight the say before Cristmas eve. In other words: The start of Chrismas Eve. Enjoy! :smt114 :smt111 O Christmas Eve, O Christmas Eve, My favorite ...

I think I need help with the emotion behind this piece... I feel it, but I'm not sure if others will... any ideas? Always spin the same direction, Because they ...

But in stanza 5, are you saying it is the flashy clothing that you yourself wear and is what people see, or the person you are grieving over? If it ...

Hi Beemarie! I shall be reviewing your poem tonight. *bows* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.......hilarious...

darko.demark666 ~ The stars aren't multicolored, the sky is. Which is why it says, "In a multicolored cloth woven out of night and electrons." And in the picture, the sky ...

Haha, world is so small.......

...I guess you got the message from administrators about the rules :) It's so nice when someone actually reads these things...

You sure said it wright. I don't know your town. I didn't get a single clue what are you talking about....I know it's about town but still... I have a ...

Interesting dilemma: love and words, or love for words, as fancy dictates such. Both being beautiful as soaring birds, who love flying, I dare say, just as much. But whom ...

The sun’s radiation Paints the sky With bands of purple and red. And electromagnetism Hisses vengefully As pines and firs Dance in the arctic wind, Swaying in the snow. The ...

This is a very, uh, personal kind of poem. Completely true, and yes, another Tourette's poem. FYI: Th involuntary spasm-like actions called tics. Hope you enjoy, but I'm really just ...