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My class is studying gothicism and I wanted to try it out badly! So here it is, my attempt at poem in the scheme of Poe: dark, twisted, and morbid ...

The only thing I had a problem on was this: I guess inspiration really does conspire at the fingertips. Which results in that rare moment when your fingers do reach ...

I long to be kissed; to feel the warmth of another's hand drift along the nape of my neck as chills contradict a melting heart by coursing down my spine. ...

There's a ball in the distance. I think to myself, Why is it getting bigger? It's red, and it's small. I'm pondering the meaning of life like every teenager does, ...

Not much of a review, but.. I liked it. I've learned to love the rain over the years. I used to hate it, used to think it hindered me from ...

Hey, I think it's cute and love the title of this. It drew me in more than the picture itself would-- and compliments it. I don't think the vibrance/1960's worked ...

I loved it! The only problem was, that with twitter the posts come in as most recent, from last to first, instead of first to last. Now I know for ...

This poem reminds me of the music video for Adele's Rolling in the Deep... I loved the imagery and the message, although I can't quite get the whole message without ...

The battle starts before our fight begins. You fell in love-- I let you in. See, these rants are cliche And the outcome unbearable, although with every harangue We tighten the knots ...

I walk along the darkness of the forest, keeping to its shadows. My long flowing hair follows after my every action. Could you add this to the sentence before it? ...

Thanks for the new playlists! (: I needed something to listen to while I tan-- er, wrote and reviewed. (:

Pants off to you, it was wonderful! (:

Bubba (my brother) was writing a tough-guy bit for school and I went-- OH! WHAT IF IT COULD BE A-- oof. *write.* A lot goes down in this place. People ...

It's funny how you become accustomed to stuff-- adapting to the environment you're in. And then when the environment changes, you're left with the ghosts of your adaptations. This happened ...

Build a house of cards, And put me in the middle. Take away my heart, But keep a crying fiddle. Hear the wisps of music, and crystallize the tears. Age ...