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  • Poetry » Politics, General Re: Different is okay.

    For starters, I like the title. Different IS okay. It is not saying that different can be okay, or that different might be okay, but that it has been, is, ...

    Aug 25, 2013
  • Poetry » General, General Re: half moon bruises

    I like that the narrator has such different feelings: that makes it feel real. However, the poem bounces around too much. You do not give the reader enough time to ...

    Aug 19, 2013
  • Other » Dramatic, Romantic Re: This is How the Note Read

    My Dear Love, Without you in my life, the sun has refused to shine, birds have forgotten to sing, and plants no longer bloom. Everythings a dark gray; in these, ...

    Aug 13, 2013
  • Poetry » Health, General Re: Explanation of Color for the Blind

    This poem is very dark, yet so very touching. I was born with a brain disorder that affected my eyes, and as I grew up, they feared that I would ...

    Jul 4, 2013
  • Poetry » Realistic, Horror Re: Society's The Death Of Me

    Despite the spelling and punctuation errors that were fixed previously, I quite liked this. However, I feel that it is more of a short story than a poem. Maybe it ...

    Jul 4, 2013
  • Short Story » Action / Adventure, Supernatural Re: Infectious

    They arrived at the station, close to 4pm; a hot breeze blew against them. Close by, tin shoes clicked on the pavement. Three aged suitcases were stacked between them. (Stacked ...

    Jul 4, 2013
  • Poetry » Other, Other Re: Falling Heroes

    Hello! I really enjoyed this poem, yet I feel that the stanzas could have been broken up a little better. There were a few punctuation mistakes, but otherwise, it was ...

    Jun 30, 2013
  • Poetry » Romantic, General Re: Envy

    "I'm jealous of everything that gets to know you: how the wind steals your perfume, how the sun touches your skin on a sunny afternoon, and how I reminisce about ...

    Jun 29, 2013


I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am.
— Sylvia Plath