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  • Poetry » Romantic, Realistic Re: if the streets touch the sky

    This poem you penned was simply excellent! It had soo much of philosophical musings in each paragraph and the way that you were able to juxtapose the imagery o yourself ...

    Feb 15, 2015
  • Poetry » General, General Re: Not Unheard

    Hello poet! how are you? hope your well :) Your talent right there is really worth me sitting and giving you the feedback on what you have penned. I really ...

    Nov 2, 2014
  • Poetry » Other, Narrative Re: Bird-watching in the midnight sun

    Hello Flite! how are you doing? :) To be direct and frank with you I really like this poem and I feel its one of those poems with a prodigious ...

    Oct 31, 2014
  • Short Story » Teen Fiction, Romantic Re: Ouch

    Hello Nike! how are you doing? hope everything is going great with you :) I really liked this short and I found it quite amusing. The mood was tortured throughout ...

    Oct 30, 2014
  • Poetry » Narrative, Other Re: Raindrop

    Hello there popo! how are you doing? hope your good. :) This poem you wrote has an eerie feeling and I love the way you blend nature and beings into ...

    Oct 30, 2014
  • Poetry » Health, General Re: I Looked in His Eyes

    Hello im Justin from India and I got to admit that this poem here was simple yet impactfull ! There is literally soo much to think about from the first ...

    Oct 29, 2014
  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure, Romantic Re: Amarok Chapter 1.(rough)

    Hello, hope your doing well ? I found this quite amusing and different than the usual thrillers I read.However I couldn't find out who the protagonist really is and what ...

    Oct 26, 2014


"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites