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The Four Species of the Ungodly Hours of the Night sharing is an abomination of the self, said the righteous poof. tantamount to slapping your name on a name tag ...

Lament, Exhortation No. 231 harbouring commandos beneath your basement stairs, shotgun hit the hallway walls, they fall in putrid pairs. never were the woods so dense as when you burnt ...

. we suddenly found ourselves looking up. soggy, foggy minds couldn’t make sense of the world, because the world was a flaming, puffing, smokefest, and the chaos was thick and ...

This was quite a morbid story, but I rather liked it. The idea of killing someone one sense at a time is something I'd never heard in a story before, ...

. Part I: Portrait A patriotic monument, the boy in Union blue: A rifle clutched in quaking hands, a tilt upon a single shoe. A starry gash coagulates, the visage ...

ok, Im going to be totally honest with you. This poem was pretty hard to follow. I understand what the poem is about, but I had some trouble understanding what ...

I always hate critiquing poems that have such sorrowful emotions behind them, but once again, off I go on my critique: First of all, I think that the poem could ...

Dead! so I made her out of leather and metal and thread, and the man who knew too much was rifled through. but she didn't look like my Georgia, and ...

Of the three, the first stanza is my favourite. I say this because it is quite vague, which could sometimes be a bad thing, but which in this case, I ...

I Ran Away With Ed (We Watched) my shadow is lonely under the ashes that I left behind. (our hearts, torn asunder, didn’t you take that in mind?) heal the ...

I would first like to mention that it was your title which drew me in. Hooray for alliteration. Secondly, I would like you to know that I understood the first ...

I think this should be put in the lyrics section rather than lyric poetry. Please take no offense, but I find that the language in this piece is hardly poetic, ...

Well, I think I'll have to read it quite a few more times before I can actually understand what's going on in this poem. But maybe that's just me and ...

The problem with this poem, at least in my opinion, is that it isn't particularly poetic. It has been put in the form of a poem, with stanzas and all, ...

Do solemnly swear, like a black and red Christmas, cayenne pepper on my chicken. Do irrevocably promise, drown the milkshake in ice, drown it cold, teeth-chatter-cold. Do happily pledge, don’t ...