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Tried to use musical devices when I wrote this. Kind of random but inspired by dramatic beat poems. Capital accumulates - like sand in an hourglass, squeezing through a breach, ...

- is in a garage, growing, evolving, from a hastily mustered orgy of instinct and sound. - is the tugging, plucking, of your "soul" strings. And the volume raised! Just ...

A couple months ago (self-promotion, skip for review) I also submitted a poem about tea. And I, with the backing of Captain Picard, have to say the caffeine in Earl ...

Short, simplistic, (which is fine) but awfully gimmicky. I thought the first stanza was plain boring and a waste of space to be honest. There wasn't anything poetic about it ...

I like your poem, Knightly. The repetition worked well for the dual versions of the story and the analogies were interesting. One little gripe of mine is that you said ...

Thanks for the crit! But you are wrong about "gossamer" as I used to be. It actually can take the form of an adjective. There were parts where I was ...

I honestly almost hit the back button when I read "Happyness". Never a good sign when the title is misspelled. The "y" should be an "i" just so you know. ...

The world pinches off in a gossamer, sprightly bubble, and adrenaline surges like that of a falling dreamer hitting the oh so real yet imaginary ground- when our eyes meet. ...

I really was touched by you in this poem. I think there are some minor errors but I don't care, this poem was very authentic, true, and honest. That's all ...

@Lavender Thanks for the thorough review. I will argue with you though, however, as a an avid consumer of tea that Earl Grey can be used in reference to black ...

Thank you for the generous reviews! Of course you can do whatever the hell you want with my poem. :P

At first glance of the dollar bill I thought, "Oh boy, look at this poorly scribbled crap." No offense, I'm just being honest. On second look however, I found the ...

The soft, leafy steam was tender and fragrant. Imaginary jazz meandered in the space between. I poured white, creamy milk- The Earl was drunk. Broken tea bags leaked into tepid ...

Hi greymachine! I like this poem but am irked by the lack of punctuation at the end of your sentences, was it intentional? Also, your plural words with "s" at ...

Bubbles flew like hot air balloons - on crack cocaine. With sugar and ice, in a glass, half empty, but really full. From my bed it did carry - I ...