emotionally(un)stable

argg i don't think its spacing right :( Stars above us, Glisten effortlessly, Enchant the impossible. But stars fade, To dots in shallow skies. The waves pound us, Higher than ...

I think the idea behind this is strong and holds a lot of potential, but I;m not sure you quite know what to do with it. This seems like it ...

I really like this poem, its full of raw emotion. I literally cried reading it. It's such a sad thing and even sadder that it's true. It portrays your guilt ...

This poem is very emotional, but while I think you mean for it to be sad it seems almost like the writer is mad. Some lines seem to rhyme But ...

Aww! That is so sweet and extremely well written. I really love how she describes her daughter and how the poem is written directly to her. Maybe she could add ...

My attempt at poetry once more. I hope it's alright xD Killing is fairly easy when I can turn your face pale white. I am the misfortune fate forced upon ...

I love how you described her as a replacement, it's a good way of looking at things. I really like how time goes in this poem. I think maybe you ...

This is definitely a very passionate poem, its good to see someone speaking about about the horrors of racism. I love how true and real it is. But maybe you ...

Cascading reams of oceanic foam, The first sentence really grabs attention and was the perfect way to start. The words you use really create good imagery. Supports the greatest of ...

I think I get what you're trying to say here,T the girl with everything continues to get everything and some girls waste their lives trying to be that girl. I'm ...

It really flows well but it's a bit to forward, maybe make people have to think about what it's about it. Maybe add more about stolen innocence and more metaphors, ...

Eyes wide shut, Mouth zipped open. Picky ears for what feeds the gossip. A never ending game of telephone. He said, she said, what about what they say? You thirsted ...

You said they’d never change you, Said they’d never morph you to their own, That you’d never be a stratagy, Destiny didn’t apply to you. Yet there you lay, Consumed ...