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Heya :) I like this - I'm a pretty big fan of pieces that utilize the movement of time and anything along those lines. Change is always something to ponder. ...

Time has a funny and sometimes cruel way of taking care of missed chances, sometimes. She also has a nasty habit of doing whatever we don't want her to do. ...

Alrighty. This is going to be a shorter review than normal, but a review all the same. As I said earlier today, try to use something other than a comma ...

Hiya :) I thought this was pretty good - I liked the idea of the piece, that is. Whether I like the style (I'll get to that in a minute) ...

Hey there, Kafka. Alrighty. First thing that I noticed right off the bat is that your enjambments are much more fluid than before, and also you stopped capitalizing the first ...

Why do you look out from a tainted window? Why do you wear shoes , C rushing the dewy green grass B eneath your mud - encrusted heals? Why do ...

Good way to complete the series (I'm assuming this is your last one - if not, sorry about that :P). Something about this poem reminds me of one of my ...

There isn't much too much I can say to critique this and/or compliment it. Though this poem has a different message than the first Cyborg poem, it's all pretty much ...

Alrighty. If you did not know (how could you know? I haven't told you yet :P), I'm a huge fan of riddles. Not the best at solving them, but a ...

There is something mechanical about it – not at all like clockwork, but more like flashing red lights and spiked metal gears, You do this in every stanza, where you ...

You did a pretty good job with this. When I first started reading I was expecting there to be a rhyme scheme and was caught a bit off guard when ...

Hiya. I'll be reviewing your poem this evening (or morning, or whatever time it is). First off, I'd like to add some punctuation to your piece. Hold on to your ...

Very well written - in a way it gives me one of those "good things fall apart so that better can fall together" sort of feeling. Even if I didn't ...

Coral. Coral, Coral, Coral, Coral, Coral. My mind is a blistered crusade, vengeful to the words you speak and the tones in which you say them-- you hold ideas in ...

Hiya Coral. Let's get started, shaaalll we? (First off, I didn't read through much of the comments that have already been posted, so if I end up repeating something they ...